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“River.” His name comes out as a plea as he presses his thumb to my clit and begins moving in time with the finger, now fingers, inside of me.

“Come for me,” he rasps, his breath hot against my face before he silences me with another mind-bending kiss.

I come apart in his hands, crying into his mouth as the ripples of pleasure work over me like a violent ocean wave. A wave I’ve yet to recover from when his hand is quickly replaced with the weight of his thick erection.

Shoving my underwear further to the side, he enters me in one fluid motion, filling me so completely full that there isn’t a pore in my body that doesn’t feel the effects of him.

Our bodies come together in a clash of hands and lips, neither able to get enough of the other as we scratch and bite, drawing every ounce of pleasure from each other until we’re both spent.

River collapses on top of me, giving me the fullness of his weight, which I relish more than I could ever put into words. He feels incredible on top of me. His heart ramrodding in his chest so violently that I can feel it against my own. He buries his face into the side of my neck, his breathing labored.

“You are—” His words die on his lips when the front door buzzer breaks the otherwise silent room, startling us both. “Who the fuck could that be?” He wonders aloud, kissing the tip of my nose as he reluctantly withdraws from my body.

I watch in utter fascination as he tucks his thick length back into his lounge pants before fully standing and crosses toward the front door.

I sit up just enough that my eyes can continue to track his movement.

He presses the button on the speaker that sits on the wall directly next to his front door.

I quickly realize he has no access to the camera outside, which means when I arrived the other day, he assumed it was me, but he didn’t know for sure.

“Yeah?” He’s still mildly out of breath when he says it, bringing a satisfied smile to my lips.

“Yeah?” Lyric’s familiar voice fills the room. “Is that any way to greet your sister?”

I stand so fast that I nearly topple over in my attempt to get off the couch.

River’s eyes meet mine, a twinge of panic in his expression that he quickly masks.

“I didn’t realize it was you. I can’t see you, you know?”

“Are you going to buzz me up or make me stand out here having a conversation with a speaker?” She feigns annoyance.

“Come on up.” He hits the button that unlocks the front door before fully turning toward me.

A brief moment of silence passes between us, like we’re both trying to figure out what the fuck we should do.

“She can’t know you’re here,” he finally says after a beat.

I nod once, trying not to be offended by his words.

As much as I want Lyric to know the truth, even I can agree that this is not the way she should find out.

I make a beeline for his bedroom, surprised when he quickly follows me inside.

“What are you—” I start to ask, falling silent when he steps into my space and kisses me.

“Stay here. Stay quiet. I’ll get her out of here as soon as I can.” He kisses me again before turning to pull a clean shirt out of the drawer.

It takes me longer than it should to realize that some of his release got on the bottom of his shirt. Thank goodness he noticed because I sure as hell didn’t. Which reminds me, I’m in desperate need of a bathroom so that I can get myself cleaned up.

“I need to clean up,” I tell him, looking past his shoulder when I hear a knock at the door.

“You can use the bathroom. I’ll turn the television on so she won’t hear you.” He quickly backs out of the room, apology lining every feature of his handsome face.

“What if she recognizes my mom’s car outside?” A flash of panic slides through me.

“Is there anything on it that would give it away as yours?”