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Erin is lounging in the bed still when I arrive. She’s wearing one of my t-shirts, which drowns her petite body. Her hair is a mess on top of her head, and she’s got sleepy eyes. The coffee she’s clutching in her hand is slowly bringing her into the world of the living.

“You’re back,” she rasps, her voice laden with sleep.

“Just a quick ride. Stopped for breakfast at Bennie’s with Dana.”

“Everything all right?”

“Dana was talking about leaving the police.”

“Wow, do you think she will?”

“I believe so.” Shucking my clothes, I stalk towards Erin. Her eyes shimmer with want as she scans my naked body.

“Well, good morning,” Erin purrs when I reach the bed, taking her coffee cup from her hand.

“Morning,” I mumble into her neck. She smells of the sweetest cherries. My mouth explores her skin slowly. Erin’s hands caress my back as I maneuver myself on top. Her legs open and I rest my torso between them, feeling her pussy, already wet with desire.

“I want us to come together,” Erin gasps as I rock against her.

“Mmmm,” is the only noise I can make. Already I’m fighting the urge to climax. Her folds gliding against my own are a sensational delight. I can feel her clit begging for more.

Our pace increases as excitement overshadows control. My hair falls, cocooning us in an intimate world of gasps and moans. Our eyes are locked as our bodies move to the rhythm of our pounding hearts. “Harder,” she cries, her body vibrating as I push more. Erin cries out my name, which sends me soaring into oblivion.

“Wow,” Erin pants. “That was unexpected.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” I murmur.

“I wouldn’t want you to.” My head is laying on her chest, I can hear her heart beating. Closing my eyes, I listen and commit the sound to memory.

The Loch house is eerily quiet when Erin and I arrive. The silence is doing nothing to dispel me of the anxiety pinballing around my body.

Taking my hand, Erin stops us just inside the entrance. “Amelia, is everything okay?”

“Perfectly,” I reply calmly. “Getting hangry,” I grin. Erin’s eyes tell me she doesn’t believe me.

Rounding the corner to the dining room, we are met with a table of sullen Lochs. “Wow, who died?” Erin mutters.

“Family,” I greet.

“Hello, love. Erin, how are you?” Mother asks.

“Very well. Is lunch ready?” The conversation is too polite. Every member of my family looks uncomfortable.

Mother serves lunch, and silently we all begin eating. Ten minutes in and Erin’s knife and fork clatter to her plate. “Okay, what’s going on? Did someone actually die because this is one morbid lunch?”

My first reaction is to chuckle. I love that Erin doesn’t censor herself around my family. But I soon stop laughing when I see every eye now focused on me. Shit.

“We can talk after lunch,” I say, earning a scowl from Lucille.

“No, I’d prefer to talk now, Amelia.”

Sitting at the dining room table feels far too formal. “Maybe we could adjourn to the sitting room.”

“Good idea,” Father comments. Without another word, chairs scrape back and the entire clan siphons into the sitting room.

“Erin, why don’t you take a seat there, dear?” Mom is pointing to the single seat in the corner of the room. My family squeezes onto the remaining couches. I remain standing, fiddling with my hands by the door.

“I’m seated. Now what’s going on?” Erin looks from my family to me expectantly.