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Shifting herself over me, until the top of my dick is settled right at her entrance, Aimee leans in, kissing me hard. Her kisses are sweet, like lemonade, and I’ll never get enough. Hell, I’ll never get enough of any part of her. A second later, never breaking the kiss, Aimee lowers herself onto me. The feel of her—tight, wet, holding on to me like a Chinese finger trap—takes over my thoughts. Nothing else exists on this earth except for the two of us coming together. The whole world could come to an end and I wouldn’t even notice—not with Aimee in my arms, my dick buried inside her.
“Fuck, Ames,” I groan, circling my hips, giving her a moment to adjust to me.
“Yes, please, Sixten. Please fuck me.”
As if her words are some magic spell, my hips take on a life of their own, slowly pumping in and out of her. Aimee mewls, her arms slipping around my neck. I pick up the pace, and Aimee meets me thrust for thrust. This isn’t going to be some long, drawn-out lovemaking session. Just a quick fuck. A literal roll in the hay. But I don’t care. Just having her like this is a dream come true. Every little noise that escapes from Aimee lets me know she’s enjoying it too. Enjoying how forbidden it is. Enjoying the risk we are taking. Up until now we’ve been nothing but careful. But forget that. I don’t want to keep this a secret any longer. Aimee is it for me, and I don’t care who knows.
“I’m so close…” Aimee whispers.
“Close isn’t good enough.”
Hands sliding from her hips to her ass, I grip hard, rocketing to my feet, picking up the pace even more. Aimee throws her head back, exposing the column of her neck, the long, bare stretch of skin calling my name. Finding the delicate spot that I know drives her wild, I nibble at it, earning me exactly what I’m after.
“Aarrrhhhhhhhh!” Aimee screams, her body going stiff, her climax rushing through her.
I dip a hand between us, giving her clit a light pinch. Aimee careens forward, her open mouth closing down on my clavicle, trying to muffle her scream. Her pussy clenches around my dick, pulsing and milking me for everything I’m worth. My own orgasm hits me like a freight train, taking over all of my senses as I empty myself into the condom.
“I love you, Ames,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her impossibly closer.
My heart is still racing, and I can feel hers racing right along with it. There is so much more I want to say, but in this moment those are the only words I can come up with.
“I love you too, Six.”
Beautiful silence surrounds us, only the faint sounds of our ragged breaths filling it. It is the perfect moment. One that I’ll remember forever. Being lost in Aimee, just like this, is what I want. For forever.
The shuffle of footsteps up the stairs breaks my concentration, but not fast enough to react.
“Just what the fuck is going on here?”
Chapter Five
AIMEE
Oh, fuck.
I freeze in Sixten’s arms, head still buried in the crook of his shoulder, my entire body paralyzed in fear. I know that voice. It’s the voice of the last person on earth I want to see right now.
Roy Sharpe.
“Sharpe, you listen to me…what in the…Aimee Jennifer Silver!”
Okay, make that the second-to-last voice I want to hear. Because the one that just joined it only makes this worse.
My father.
Sixten hugs me closer to him, his ragged breath slowing down as the realization hits that our fathers are standing there, looking at us like this. I know exactly what he’s feeling. Panic.
“Dad,” Sixten says, turning his head to look over where the men are standing.
“Son.”
My heart starts to race, knowing I need to look up and stop playing ostrich. But I can’t bring myself to do it. The idea of my father seeing me naked, Sixten still inside me, is embarrassing enough. Add in the whole feud thing—well, that is just the icing on the bad situation cake now, isn’t it?
“What’s with the hoe?” Sixten asks.
Hoe?!
That’s enough to make my head whip up. Sure enough, Roy Sharpe is standing there, looking more pissed off than I’ve ever seen anyone, garden hoe in hand. No, he’s the second most pissed off person I’ve ever seen. He’s displaced at the top of the list by my father, standing adjacent to him, arms folded across his chest.
