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My fingers hummed against the swollen nub. I hissed, the sensation almost too much to bear. I was already close.
“Don’t you even think about stopping. If you do, I’ll never give you what you want,” he warned, his voice becoming more strained as he worked himself even faster.
“I haven’t decided if you’re getting what you want again,” I declared, though it was breathy and seductive instead of biting.
“Your pussy is aching for those fingers of yours to become my cock. It’s been desperate to feel me again.” If he didn’t stop talking, I was going to come. “You love that I’ll take you wherever I fucking feel like it. Anywhere, any hole. Because you are my fuck doll.”
I couldn’t stop it. My walls clamped on my fingers, and his name was pulled from somewhere deep inside me, releasing on a scream as I came. I couldn’t close my eyes, his holding mine in satisfaction and triumph that he was right.
“Look at my cock,” he grated out just before he erupted, ribbons of come coating his hands. The stream seemed endless as though he’d never stop coming.
When he finished, he stood, towering over me, his dick in my face. He tucked it away and buttoned his jeans, the zipper a final taunt that I wouldn’t be getting him right now.
“If you’d have played nice, I’d have cleaned you up,” I said as I lazily righted my panties. The hint of silk had his eyes flickering with desire.
“I’m not playing. And you don’t want me to be nice.” He held out both hands, offering to help me up, a complete contradiction to his words. “Let’s go to dinner.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Drew
Something was in my bed.It couldn’t have been ten minutes since I’d lain down, but the covers had definitely lifted, and I was being crowded. This full-size offered barely enough room for me.
“Move over.” My tigress shoved against me, but I didn’t budge. She’d warned me she wasn’t sleeping on the couch, but I quickly shut that down because this was where I wanted her. If I’d come out and said it, Sonya would be on the sofa out of spite. “Damn you. I’m going to fall off the bed.”
I nudged her so she flailed about, catching her before she hit the floor and laughing as she kicked at me in the dark.
“Are you scared to sleep alone, sugar?” I teased, fairly certain she’d march right back to the living room.
When her only answer was trying to get out of bed, I snagged her by the waist and secured her against me, making escape impossible. She resisted, squirming for a few minutes and calling me a few choice names before she settled. Her warm cheek rested on my bare chest, and she snuggled into my side. This was what I had avoided for years: intimacy. Yet here I was, and it didn’t make my skin crawl or make me itchy to get away from her. If anything, I was pulling her closer.
“Or are you mad your dog picked Mama over you?” The mutt had taken to my mother pretty much like everybody else did. He didn’t want to leave her side, and she seemed to like his company.
“He’s comforting her.”
“You better not dump him off on her.” I carried on even though I was fairly certain Sam and Mama would be fine together if she did.
“They need each other,” she said, insulted. “But he belongs to me.”
“He’s not staying here.”
She whacked me in the stomach. “Please. Like he could dirty up this apartment.” I could almost picture her scowl. “As long as I’m here, he’s here. Besides, everybody likes him.”
At what hadn’t been just an intimate family dinner, Sam had definitely made himself at home . . . and gotten more table food than he could possibly eat. Even I gave him some of my steak.
Mulaney’s brother, Stone, and his wife, Muriella, had joined us, along with their friends Daniel and Vivian. It had made my mother feel normal, even if it was short-lived. She’d eaten and then tried to hang around for after-dinner conversation, but eventually, her fatigue won out. Sonya and I sat with her as she slept, but my father had put an end to that. I didn’t understand why he’d allowed us to be at dinner at all, other than my mother wanted us there. No one else had. We’d been ignored by everyone except Mama and Easton. If Sonya hadn’t been by my side, it would have been complete torture.
“They know what you are.”
“And what is that?”
“A fraud.”
“Is that so?” My brother’s opinion meant a lot, and I wanted my father’s approval, but the rest of them could take their judgments and suck on them.
“How you treat them, and the way you are with your mother, gives you away.”
“She’s sick.”
