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I made my move. I squeezed my fingers around his cock low and pumped him in time with my mouth, drawing him in and out. He gasped, and I heard hands kneading and rubbing his chest. He thrust into my mouth faster. My mouth sucked, my tongue stroked, and my pussy screamed for its own release. My hips gyrated against the air, until someone splayed my legs apart and slid a hand through the back of my thighs, squeezing my nether lips.

It stopped me for a nanosecond, until a couple fingers found my clit and began rubbing. My hips thrust to match Kid’s. His cock pulsed; he thrust a final time and spilled into my mouth. I milked him dry as waves of heat spun through me. A palm pressed against my ass, shifting the plug, and I screamed with my lips still around Kid’s cock. The wretched fingers continued rubbing my swollen clit.

Oh god, Caleb! Yes. Please, keep going.

Wave after wave of sensation touched every part of my body, but Caleb’s fingers on my clit and his palm against my ass were relentless. My body heated up again, as did Kid’s. He heard me, felt my tongue, my breath, and my moans of ecstasy against his still-throbbing cock. His hips thrust a little more, and I squeezed and sucked a little more, imagining Caleb in front of me – as well as behind.

Kid moved his cock in and out of my mouth. I could barely hold it with my hands, he moved so fast and rough.

I rocked against Caleb’s hand, matching Kid’s rhythm. My breath came quick and hard. I was barely able to breathe, but I didn’t care. My mouth was full. My ass was full. My clit was ready to explode. Caleb’s fingers were skilled. They knew my pussy. I came in a fit of tears.

Chapter Nineteen

There was no applause – just the sound of Livvie’s broken sobs and Kid’s muted pants.

Caleb felt…well, he didn’t know how he felt. He only knew he wanted Livvie. He wanted her close and away from all the prying eyes around them. Rafiq had not arrived, and Caleb was overwhelmed with anger and regret in addition to an influx of emotions he had no time to analyze.

“I’m taking her upstairs,” Caleb said, gathering Livvie’s naked and quivering body into his arms. He noticed Kid’s eyes, glazed with unshed tears and harboring a more than guilty expression. If Caleb didn’t know better, he’d say the boy was smitten in the worst way. The very idea seemed to incite his anger and yes, his jealousy. Caleb was teeming with jealousy. If he didn’t get away from Kid soon, Caleb worried he’d be unable to control himself.

She kissed him, he screamed in this head.

She’ll kiss Vladek, too.

Caleb couldn’t think about it. His thoughts were too dangerous. His emotions were too raw and logic was quickly fleeing. Devoid of reason, he could find no cause to keep him from taking Livvie upstairs and fucking her senseless. He wanted to scrub every trace of Kid from her body and clear every memory of him from Livvie’s mind. Caleb wanted her to think only of him, tobewith him.

You can’t do it, can you? You can’t let her go. Find a way, Caleb. Find a way to make Rafiq understand.

Caleb’s thoughts ran wild as he held Livvie to his chest and walked toward his room. His heart pounded a sharp tattoo he could visibly see shifting her in his arms.

Once upstairs, Caleb gently placed Livvie onto his bed. In the short time it had taken him to get to his room, she had somehow managed to sob her way into a kind of sleep. Her eyes were closed. Every so often, she would take in a deep breath, and her chest shuddered before she exhaled. Caleb looked down at her sleeping form and wondered what she dreamed about in her passed-out state of slumber. Her body jerked, twisting her over onto her back, her nakedness open for the taking. He wanted to take her. His erection pressed into the zipper of his pants, begging for release.

He closed his eyes in order to relax, still standing next to the bed. Her smell permeated his senses, a fragrance light, musky, and all her own. It had pulled him to her earlier tonight. Like a sea siren calling to a sailor, her need compelled him to act. Without thought, he had rolled his sleeves up and dived in with both hands to quench her thirst.

Mine.

The word was a declaration. It rocked him to his very foundation. It was a truth he’d kept hidden for far too long. Caleb didn’t know anything about love, or loving anyone, but he knew…Livvie was his. He owned her. He possessed her and he knew, with everything he was, he couldn’t give her away.

Mine!

Mine!

Mine!

Rafiq will understand. I’ll make him understand.

Caleb was far from rational. Deep down, he knew Rafiq wouldn’t understand. He would see it as the deepest betrayal. He would demand the impossible of Caleb. Rafiq would try to hurt them both. Caleb pushed those thoughts away.

Before common sense could return, Caleb gently raised Livvie’s hands and untied her wrists. Livvie sighed, and Caleb lied down on top of her in time to watch her eyes flutter open. He stared into her deep, chocolate-colored eyes and saw himself reflected in their depths as she focused on him. A myriad of feelings passed through him – jealousy and possessiveness at the forefront. He needed to make her his: unequivocally and irreversibly.

Livvie’s expression turned inscrutable. She lay under Caleb, her arms limp at her sides, her expressive eyes cold and distant.

Caleb wanted nothing more than to know what she was thinking, but he was too terrified to ask. The feeling of terror was foreign and unwanted. The last time he’d felt it, Livvie was in a house, bleeding, broken, and barely holding on to her life. He’d been terrified then, and he’d barely known her. The way he felt for her then paled in comparison to the new feelings he harbored. He dared not ask what was in her heart. He knew he couldn’t bear to hear it.

“I can’t stand the smell of him on you,” Caleb sneered.

Tears sprang to Livvie’s eyes and trailed down her temples. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from Caleb.

He put his hand on her face and forced her to face him.