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I turned my head, finding London as Carven pushed all the way in.
“Look at that perfect ass stretch,” London murmured, glancing from Carven’s cock to my eyes. “Such a good girl for us. Let us use you. Let us take what we need. Look how good you’re doing.”
I panted, moaning as my body shuddered and shook. Deep spasms rocked my core as Carven drove deep inside and gave a grunt, stilling deep inside me. My knees clenched together as I clamped around him. Warmth filled me, until exhaustion hit me, leaving me to slump against the bed.
“Jesus.” Carven slid out, collapsing on top of me. “That was fucking intense.”
“Take care of her tonight.” London leaned down, brushing his curled finger down my cheek. “She’s done so well.”
“You want that, baby?” Carven murmured against my back. “Want to sleep with me? Let me take care of you?”
The truth echoed in London’s stare.
This is what the son needed.
Not just sex. But someone to look after. Someone to care for.
I slowly nodded while keeping London’s stare. “Yes. I do.”
One hard groan and Carven’s weight lifted from me. I turned as he slid his hands under, lifting me to his chest. My arms wrapped around me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he whispered as he headed for the door.
London opened it and stepped aside. We were out in an instant, making our way into Carven’s bathroom.
He jostled me against him when he hit the light.
“You can put me down,” I said, smiling.
He was so damn sweet and awkward, giving me a grin. “I’ll get the water going.”
I let him wash me. Let him dry me. Let him dress me in one of his oversized shirts before he pulled me to his bed.
“You’re not going to hit me in your sleep again, are you?” I muttered, sliding between the familiar sheets.
“Probably.” He gave a chuff. “But I give you full permission to hit me right back.”
Look out…was that actually a joke?
I said nothing, slipping down beside him.
“You liked that tonight?” he asked, pulling me down to rest my head against his chest, his arm wrapped around me.
“Yes,” I answered. “Did you?”
He didn’t answer for a long time, then carefully, “Yeah, I think I did.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Doesn’t mean there’ll be any sword crossing, so get that out of your head. I’m not fucking my father.”
I have a soft chuckle. “I’m sure London will be heartbroken.”
“Asshole,” he muttered as sleep filled his tone.
But he kept true to his word, holding me all night. In that moment, our world wasn’t filled with desolate sadness. For a second, we held onto each other.
* * *
“She’s not going to like it.” London’s voice echoed from the study as I neared.
I yawned, still feeling heavy with sleep as I neared the doorway with a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. But my mind was already turning to where we were searching today. These torturous days blurred into one.
