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I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans as he growled against me with each pass of his tongue. I couldn’t help but cry out as his tongue swirled around my clit. He grunted as he shifted my hips, and I moved to help him, groaning deeply as his tongue slipped inside me. My back arched as he worked me with the same masterful skill he used in the kitchen. His tongue flicked in and out of me, and it was everything I could do not to give into the instinct to bounce on his tongue like I was riding his dick.

“Fuck… Craig…” I pleaded as he ate me out with a fervor that was driving me mad. My legs instinctively tried to close against his head as my impending release barreled toward me. I was on the precipice when Craig suddenly stopped, and I felt myself lifted from his face. A whimper of protest left my lips, and I looked down at him, pleading with my eyes for him to continue.

He stared at my pussy, fully bared to him, with a smug grin. “Look at you, soaked and needy.”

“Craig,” my voice came out on a whine. “Please.”

His fingers gripped my hips tighter, and he shifted me down his body. “Get on my cock, Bunny. I wanna be so deep inside you when you cum that you can’t ever get me out.”

My hand wrapped around his base, and I positioned him at my entrance, letting his hold keep me steady. In a single motion, I impaled myself, taking him fully as we both groaned in relief.

“Ride me like your life depends on it, Bunny, because right now, mine does.” Craig bit out through gritted teeth.

I paused at his expression, uncertain if it was ecstasy or agony. “Craig..”

“Bunny… I’m fine. Now, move.” He punctuated his command with a light swat across my ass while his other hand forced me into motion.

My hands fell against his chest as I ground into him in response. Realizing what I’d done, I shifted to pull away, only for Craig to quickly cover my hands with his, a warning written on his face. I didn’t protest on his behalf this time, shifting slightly so that I could give him what he needed.

I moaned as I lifted my hips before sinking back down onto him. I set a slow, languid pace as I rode him, feeling every inch of him filling and stretching me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. My pace picked up as I chased my release, each movement driving me closer to the edge. The knowledge of where we were flashed through my mind, and I bit my bottom lip to hold back my moans.

“None of that,” Craig groaned, “I want to hear you.” He gripped my hips, encouraging me to gather speed, his head rolled back against the pillows. I rotated my hips and took the hint about what he needed, rocking harder and faster, letting moans fall from my lips. “That’s it, Bunny. Fucking hell, you’re perfect. Don’t you fucking stop.”

He tilted my hips with a push on my lower back, and the friction against my clit was all I needed to push me over the edge as I rode him. My climax slammed into me, stealing my breath and made all the more intense by his earlier teasing. It mademy head spin and whited out my vision. My back bowed, and I clapped my hand over my mouth to stop the scream that tore up my throat, attempting to muffle it so that we didn’t wake the entire house. Craig thrust into me as he ripped my hand away from my mouth, chasing his own release.

“I told you… I wanna hear you.” He growled out, his hips stuttering as my scream filled the room. “Fuuuuck…” He groaned out as he shattered beneath me. His back bowed, and his eyes rolled back, and god damn if it weren’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I didn’t stop moving, riding out his orgasm as he writhed beneath me, riding the powerful high of watching my man lose his mind.

After a few moments, Craig shifted his hips to roll us over. I let out a yelp as gravity helped pull me under him before sense caught up with me.

“Craig! Your–”

“I know, Bunny,” he huffed with a little laugh before shifting to collapse beside me. “I’ll take something later if I’m hurting. Right now, I’m not feeling anything but good.”

He stretched out his arm in my direction, and I took the unspoken cue to curl into him, placing my head on his shoulder and carefully avoiding any bandages. I'd barely gotten situated when I felt him trembling.

“Craig?” I asked, shifting to look at him.

A loud sob tore from his mouth, and his entire body shuddered. “Fuck. I hit him, Bunny. He’s grieving and I slugged him right in the face while he sat there and took it. I swore–” his voice cracked as tears streamed down his face. “I swore I wouldn’t ever be like my old man. But here I am, sucker punching someone I consider my brother.”

I leaned up on instinct, shifting around him so that I was cradling his head against my chest, his arms tightening around my middle. “Craig! Baby, you’re not anything like your father.You’re grieving too, and you’ve been pushed too far. You’re only human, and it’s okay to be reactive sometimes.” I hushed him and rocked him against me, stroking down his back.

He swiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, sniffling, and I could tell he was trying to get them to stop. “I’m sorry, Bunny. Fuck. It’s not fair for me to dump my shit on you. I know you’re grieving too and I—”

“Craig Dougherty. You don’t do that.” I snapped, harsher than I’d intended. I tilted his face up to look at me. “We’re in thistogether. I’m sure I’m going to fall apart any time now and you’ll be right there to pick me up and piece me back together. But right now, it's my turn to pick you up. Don’t take that from me. Let me be strong foryou.”

His arms tightened around me again, and he buried his face into my shoulder. I made soothing shush noises as I held him, feeling his shoulders shake as he permitted himself to grieve. I rocked and rubbed my hand across the back of his head, shoulders, and back.

“It’s okay, let it all out. I’ve got you.” I murmured.

“We don’t deserve you, Bunny.” His words were soft, muffled against my skin as he cried.

“I decide who deserves me.” I replied. “And I say you do.”

I held him as he cried, letting him release everything he'd kept bottled inside for far too long. Eventually, he stopped trembling, his breathing evened out, and he fell asleep against me. I carefully shifted us so he was more comfortable against me, but I was still holding him. I watched him, the peace on his face making him look younger and softer despite his tattoos and piercings. It struck me that he'd been through so much, just as much as the rest of us, and he'd never complained or asked us to hold space for him the entire time. He was always the rock for us. I kissed his forehead and snuggled closer, latching onto the moment's peace while I could.

Chapter Six

Craig