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“Oh no, what did I say?”

When she clears her throat I can hear the laugh that’s hanging from her lips when she says, “That he made you call him daddy and you liked it.”

“Noooo!” I drag out the word and throw my head back, cursing myself and hoping some god smites me so I can be taken away from this world. “Was it the time he recorded it?”

“Wait… recording?!”

I hunch forward and rub between my eyes, pinching my nose and groaning.Damn it, Cal, what the fuck?

“Uh, no?” That’s bullshit and she knows it, and calls me out for it.

“Liar, liar, panties on fire,” she coos before bursting into laughter.

“Kill me now, Almighty One.”

“Always so dramatic. Anyway, I brought you into the house and you directed me to put you into his bed, but I know better. So I put you in the guest room. I knew that was yours because the master smells like amber and fucking sexy male testosterone.” I can’t help but giggle. “Did he come back to the cabin? Is he okay?”

Sighing, I nod, even though she can’t see it. “Yeah, he came back but he’s a bit scratched up and bruised.”

The soft ‘ooohh’from her side makes me chew on the inside of my cheek, shaking my head in disbelief. “Are you going to patch him up? You know, heal his wounds? That’s my favorite trope, Cal.”

This girl reads too many books. I’m more of a movie gal myself, but she loves to sit me down and explain all the depravity she reads. I’ll admit, if I had the attention span, I would read the ones she tells me about.

Masked men chasing some girl into the forest? Yes, please.

An obsessed guy fucking his girl while she sleeps and shoving his fingers into her pussy to keep his cum there? A dream.

“No, he demanded I go back to sleep and went to his own bed.” I’m going to leave out that he slept by my bed to make sure I didn’t die. That makes my stomach fill with butterflies, becausethatright there could get a girl pregnant.

“Damn, well… alright. Let’s move this back a step. He’s your uncle.”

“Please, Gene, he is mystep-uncle. Plus, that’s pretty loose of a term. I never took Eamon’s last name. I was twenty when he married my mom, and he hasn’t asked to adopt me.”

Geneliterallysays “hehe” and I roll my eyes because not only is that so stupid, but it’s cute.

It still doesn’t change the fact that my mother is married to Ronan’s brother. I’m sure society would still consider him my uncle, but as my best friend keeps talking, I’m grateful to have her support.

“I say go for it, at least for nothing else but a solid fuck. I don’t even need to talk to him to know he would take you to another planet, Cal,” she swoons. Her words fall into a dreamy state as she continues, “I know you have interesting tastes, and maybe this one will fulfill them.”

“Or think I’m a fucking freak like the rest,” I plug in quickly before she can go too far into this fantasy. “They all think that, even the ones that say they’re into it.”

“Masochism isn’t uncommon, babe.” I love her so much because, honestly, I need to hear that every now and then. “You enjoy what you enjoy, and no one should judge you for it.”

I remember the first time I asked a guy to choke me to the point I was going to pass out, and he laughed at me. Then when he determined I wasn’t joking, he got up and left my apartment, before proceeding to ghost me. I’d told my last boyfriend I wanted him to fuck me while I was sleeping, that I was going to take a few extra sleeping pills so I wouldn’t wake up… that only ended in him telling me I needed to get help. He actually made a call to a psychologist and booked me an appointment.

Sighing, I smile and say, “Thanks, Gene. I know I can always count on you to make me feel normal.”

“You are anything but that, however, I love the fuck out of you for it. If you decide to let your uncle fuck you—”

“Please,stoooop!”

“Let me know. I’m curious if he is pierced, and how big his dick is. I read this Vampire book where the MMC had an eleven-inch cock. The girl was a champ, thank god she healed.”

I can’t help but bellow out a laugh, my breasts almost spilling out of my bikini top from the intensity.

“Love you, bestie,” she coos.

“Love you too, sweet cheeks. Thanks for the support. I’ll talk to you later.”