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Her tongue drags along my frenulum, flicking against it, before she plunges down again. And then again. She plays with me like I’m her favorite toy, destroying me over and over.

“I need you,” I gasp when I can’t take anymore. If I’m not inside her soon, I’m going to explode into pieces.

She ignores me, plunging down again. Teasing me. Toying with me. She’s having the time of her life with my cock in her mouth.

“Baby, please,” I groan, not above begging if it gets me inside her any quicker. For her, I’ll get on my knees if that’s what she wants. Whatever it takes to keep her right here with me.

And maybe that’s my answer. Maybe that’s the clarity I’ve desperately needed.

I have to tell her the truth because destroying us…

well, I can’t do it. Not again. Not if it means losing her.

It’s selfish and wrong, and maybe I’ll pay for it in the end.

But I can’t let her go. Her brother’s secret can’t be the reason she turns from me again.

“Please,” I plead, my voice a ragged pant as she sucks me deep again, hollowing her cheeks. My hips buck, forcing my cock deeper. “Please, baby. Please.”

She pops off with a moan, her wild eyes meeting mine as her tongue skates across her bottom lip. Her mascara is smeared, her lipstick ruined. And still, she’s the prettiest little angel I’ve ever seen. “Delicious,” she whispers.

I wrap my hands around her waist, hauling her onto my lap…onto my cock. She sinks down with her nails in my shoulders and her head thrown back.

I feel her moan in my balls.

I’m sure they hear mine in the bar.

She falls still when I bottom out, so I slap her ass. “I didn’t ask you to sit pretty on your throne, princess. I said, fuck me like you mean it. Ride me, and don’t stop until I say you can.”

Her nails dig deeper into my shoulders, her eyes flaring as her pussy clenches around me.

Goddamn, I love how hot she gets when I tell her what to do in bed.

Outside of it, she makes her own choices.

She has her own mind. She’s as likely to tell me to shove my demands up my ass as she is to obey.

But when she’s on my cock, she’s mine to command, and she fucking loves it.

She lifts up until just the head of my cock is engulfed in her heat and then slams back down, bouncing against my thighs when she lands. Intense pleasure rips through me.

“God, yeah. Just like that.”

She moans my name and does it again, slamming down on me over and over. I attack her mouth, stealing her moans from her as she fucks me like her life depends on it. The loud sound of our bodies coming together echoes around us in the close confines. The smell of sex fills the air.

“You know how fucking beautiful you look bouncing on my cock where anyone who walks by can see you?” I ask, slipping one hand between us to play with her.

The windows are too fogged for anyone to actually see her, but I think she likes the thrill.

It certainly has her clenching around me like a vise.

“You’re a naughty little goddess right now, Sutton. ”

“Jordan,” she whimpers, convulsing all over my cock as she shatters apart for me.

Her rhythm stalls as the orgasm rips through her, so I take over, lifting her off me with one hand and then bucking up into her every time I drop her.

I want her wrung out for me. Christ, there’s nothing better than seeing her fall apart for me, than listening to the way she cries my name, than feeling her clamping down around me. It’s perfection every single time.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” I growl, trying to fuck my way into her soul.

I want it cracked open for me, mine to possess.

Mine already belongs to her. It has for years, and every minute I spend with her, every second I’m inside her, just makes me more hers than ever.

“This tight little pussy and those glossy eyes. The way you moan and whimper for me. I’ll never get enough of you.

Christ, Sutton. I’m so in love with you. ”

“Jordan!” she shouts, coming all over me again.

I’m not finished wrecking her, though. I’m not finished owning her, either. I haul her closer, pressing my lips to her ear as I fuck up into her again and again. “Everything I have is yours. You fucking rule me, sweet girl.”

She sobs my name, clawing my shoulders. “I love you so much,” she whimpers. “I’ll never stop.”

“Show me,” I groan against her skin, pelting her with kisses. “Come for me again.”

“Come with me,” she begs, gasping and shaking in my arms as she tries to hold it off. “Please. Please!”

I’m helpless to tell her no. God, I’ve always been helpless when it comes to her. She’s my weakness, the one thing in this world I’d die for without question or hesitation.

I wrap both hands around her waist, lifting and dropping her so fast and hard neither of us can breathe. She shatters apart with a sharp scream, clamping around me like a fucking vise…and tipping me right over the edge with her.

I roar her name, biting her throat as cum shoots up my shaft, pumping into her hot little cunt. I keep her as close as I can get her, praying to God that my seed takes, and we end the night with her carrying my baby if she isn’t already pregnant.

Maybe then, I’ll finally be able to breathe.

Somehow, I doubt it, though. When it comes to her, I’ll always feel this same clawing desperation to be closer, to have every part of her. To consume and be consumed by her. She’s not everything. She’s whatever comes after that. Eternity.

Once we pull into the garage at home, I lift her out of her seat, carrying her inside. She snuggles up in my arms with a sweet sigh, pressing her lips against the side of my throat.

“I love you,” she says, her voice soft.

My heart pulses, beating her name. “I love you, too, princess. I always have.”

We don’t say anything else as I carry her upstairs, bypassing the bed. I sit her on the counter in the bathroom, kissing her hard and deep, before I turn to start the tub.

Her soft laugh captures my attention when I pull my shirt off over my head.

“What’s so funny?”

“I left marks all over your shoulders,” she says.

I crane my head to look and then chuckle. “Little hellcat, you drew blood.”

“Oops,” she says, not sounding the least bit sorry.

I finish stripping, my dick bouncing against my stomach, before I turn to pull her clothes from her body. “Letting you put these back on was a tragedy, Sutton.”

“Wasn’t my favorite part of the night either,” she sighs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I lift her from the counter and then step into the oversized tub with her. Hot water splashes around us as I sink down, holding her on my lap. “I like this part, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like the way you take care of me, Jordan. It’s sweet.”

I brush a kiss against her shoulder, running my hands up her back. “I don’t hate it, either,” I murmur. “Been waiting to do this shit for years, princess. Now that I can, I don’t want to stop.”

“Who says you have to stop? I certainly didn’t.” She smiles. “I like the way you spoil me.”

I sigh quietly, which has her reaching out to run a fingertip along my browline.

“What’s wrong?”

“You talked to your brother today,” I say, not sure where to start putting the thoughts in my head together.

“Yeah.” She grimaces. “It was the same old crap.”

“And now you want to reach out to Vanessa.”

Her shoulders bounce in a helpless shrug. “I feel bad.”

“Why? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She bites her lip, glancing down at the water. “I believed him so much that I kept waiting for news to break that you two were together.”

“I never wanted Vanessa, Sutton. Never .”

“I know that now,” she whispers. “But at the time, I was so sure that had to be it. I never even considered the possibility that Jamison did something to her.” She flicks her gaze up to mine, her brown eyes fathomless and full of worry.

“She walked out of my life, and I feel like I could have stopped it had I just considered any other possibility. I feel so guilty. And I guess I feel…responsible? I don’t know. ”

I tip her head back, forcing her to lock eyes with me. “You aren’t responsible for what he did, Sutton.”

“Did he hit her?” she asks, her voice small.

“Not that I know of.”

“Cheat on her?”

I shake my head.

“Did…did he force himself on her?”

I hesitate, and she chokes on a gasp, her face falling as tears well in her eyes. “Oh God, he did, didn’t he?”

“He…” I mutter a curse, giving in to the inevitable.

It’s beyond time to stop trying to protect her and let her make her own decisions.

“He filmed them having sex without her consent and then showed the videos to the entire team. So no, he didn’t force himself on her.

But I can’t say he didn’t victimize her, either. ”

“He didn’t,” she whispers, a tear rolling down her cheek.

She isn’t asking me for confirmation or saying she doesn’t believe me, though.

I see it in her eyes. She knows I’m telling her the truth, but part of her wants to reject that her brother could do something so fucked up to someone he was supposed to love.

I think part of her desperately wants to protect the image she still has of her brother as a good guy. But…he’s just fucking not.

“I walked in on him showing them the video the day we got into that fight,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around her.

“Why would he do that?” she asks, her voice breaking.

“He said she threatened to leave him.” I sigh, pressing my lips to her temple. “He accused her of being in love with me. I don’t know if he intended to punish her or punish me or if he has some other fucked-up thought process. I don’t know what he was thinking.”

Sutton shivers on my lap, burrowing into me. “D-Does she know?”