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Bellamy moans and grinds herself onto me again.

“Take those panties off,” I command as I stand us both up, and she does exactly that. Shoving down my jeans, my hard cock falls free between us. “Give them to me and get on your knees.” I reach my hand out, and she places her black thong on my palm, doing as I said without hesitation.

“So wet,” I groan and wrap the wet fabric around my cock.

Her eyes go wide with lust when she realizes what I’m doing.

“I want to feel your wetness all over me,” I groan at the sensation and knowing it's her juices spreading across my shaft. “Now touch yourself, Bellamy.”

A mischievous smirk takes over her face, and without removing her shirt, she pulls her top and bra up so I can see her tits. My eyes roll back in my head at the sight of her, in front of me on her knees, like she’s waiting for me to feed her my cock.

Bellamy trails her finger down her torso until she gets to her pussy and slowly starts stroking her clit.

We both moan at the same time. Even though we’ve done this every chance we can get over the past couple of weeks, it gets hotter every time. I want her so fucking bad; my cock is already throbbing in my fist for release.

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I want to feel that pussy…dripping and throbbing all over me.”

“Cash, I’m so wet,” she whimpers, moving her middle finger in and out to fuck herself.

“I can hear how soaked you are… Damn, Bella, I’d give anything to taste you.”

Her eyes dance with arousal as she slides her finger out of her pussy. She remains on her knees but leans up toward me. I don’t stop stroking my panty-soaked cock.

With her finger in the air between us, she whispers, “Just one taste.”

I feel my orgasm building at just the thought.

Bending my head down, I slowly take her finger into my mouth, wanting to commit her taste to memory. I swirl my tongue around her finger, loving the way her nipples harden even more when I suck.

Releasing her finger with a groan, I lick my lips, my eyes on hers. Fucking hell, that will never be enough. My mouth already waters for more.

“Well?” she says breathily as her finger spreads the wetness from my tongue over her already drenched pussy.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I tell her through a clenched jaw. “Now make yourself come, because watching you”—I swallow thickly, taking a second to admire every inch of her—“has me ready to come. So. Fucking. Hard.”

She moans, slouching a bit as her own orgasm rises to the peak, her tits bouncing as she rides her hand, and my whole body tingles with anticipation.

“I’m about to fill these panties with my cum.”

Her neck tilts to the side, and I can tell she’s so close, but she shakes her head.

“No,” she whimpers. “Come on me, please. It’s my turn to feel you all over me.”

Bellamy opens her mouth wide, her tongue out.

Oh shit. My cock can’t touch her, but we never said my cum couldn’t.

Thankfully, Bellamy falls over the edge I’m barely hanging on to.

The sight of her coming with her mouth still wide open for me has me exploding onto her tongue and chin in seconds.

We stare at each other, our chests rising and falling quickly. The view of her licking her lips, wiping the cum from her chin and tasting that too, has my cock already coming to life again. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I move to help her stand, and she smiles up at me, dazed and messy and sexy as hell. “When can we do that again?”

A chuckle escapes my lips as I get her to her feet. “Whenever you want…”

The sound of one of the barn doors closing downstairs has Bellamy immediately pulling her bra and shirt back into place. “Shit, did you hear that?”

Grabbing my pants, I slide them back on, deciding to tuck her panties away for safekeeping.

“It’s okay, they won’t think to come up here first,” I reassure her. “And as far as doing it again… Your room or mine tonight?”

The worry washes away from her face, and a smirk takes over as she lifts onto her tiptoes to kiss me. “You can snuggle in my bed, Stud.”

My lust transforms into a whole different feeling as I imagine falling asleep with her in my arms again. “Perfect. It smells like you.”

Bellamy

“So I think you are onto something with this distraction thing,” I say, grinding my ass into his growing erection from where we lie, spooning each other as the sounds of the thunderstorm in the distance get closer with every minute.

He thrusts against my ass, and my core aches to be filled by him. It’s getting harder and harder not to take it to the next level.

Cash pulls on my shoulder, turning me to face him. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and wraps his pinky around mine between us. “Do you know how pretty you are?”

“I already let you come on me today; you don’t have to butter me up, Stud.” I pat him on the chest, but that’s my way of avoiding the compliment. I can tell by how his smoldering eyes bore into mine that he means it.

“Did you know the first day I saw you in the kitchen, I had to remind myself to breathe?”

Butterflies riot in my stomach at his admission, and I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face.

“No, I would have never known… That was before you let me into your bubble, so you were a broody ass like you are to 99% of population.”

That makes him chuckle and, dammit, I love it more than I should.

“Your curious green eyes and smart mouth popped that bubble real quick.” Cash grins, but then a boom of thunder sounds through the air, causing me to burrow into him.

He truly has become my comfort blanket; I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, because what happens when I don’t have him anymore?

While my attraction to him is on another level, I think I could get over that…

maybe. But it’s his friendship that I don’t know if I could live without at this point.

“Cash Leblanc, you are the truest friend I’ve ever known,” I whisper my truth, and suddenly, my throat is clogged with emotion at the realization.

I can tell he sees it in my eyes by the way his expression softens. “Bellamy, I …”

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Bella Boo?” My mom’s voice sounds through the door, and it’s like a bucket of ice was just poured over my head.

Quickly, I whisper, “Fuck, go get in my closet.”

“Bellamy?” She knocks again, and Cash mouths for me to answer her as he picks up his grey sweatpants off the floor and scurries into the closet.

“Coming,” I try saying calmly, my heart racing.

Opening the door, I remind myself not to look sketchy, but also, what the hell is she doing up here? She never comes up here, not this late, at least.

Does she know?

Chill, she’s probably just letting me know they’re home from their getaway.

“You okay?” she asks, her eyebrows pinched with concern, and it’s then it hits me that she called me Bella Boo .

That’s the first time she’s called me that in years, and for some weird reason, it makes me even more anxious.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was listening to music and didn’t hear you at first.”

“No worries, I just…” Her hesitation makes me uncomfortable. Did she hear Cash’s voice from the other side of my door? Does she know?

“I know thunderstorms are hard on you, and I just wanted to check in.” She shifts uncomfortably in my doorway, and my assumptions immediately fall away at the sight of the sincerity etched on her face.

I’m floored, unsure of what to say. One side of me wants to cry at the fact that she’s actually showing concern, and the other wants to scream that it’s taken her years to give a shit.

She must see the confusion on my face. “Look, sweetie, I’m sorry. I know it’s too little, too late, but you were right about that night altering me. I haven’t stopped thinking about everything you said. I’m so, so sorry for the way that changed me as a mom. You deserve better than that.”

The tears in her eyes, tears I haven’t seen in over a decade, tell me how genuine this is. My own burn with the same emotion.

“I may have survived that night, but a part of my soul died, and Cal has recently opened up that dormant piece of me.”

She pulls me into a hug, and I let her, embracing her warmth.

“I think he’s the love of my life,” she says with a happiness in her tone I haven’t heard often. It chips down the wall I’ve put up around my heart when it comes to my relationship with her.

“I’m happy for you, Mama,” I whisper, meaning it wholeheartedly, and she kisses my hair.

“I love you, Bellamy Ann. I’m sorry I haven’t done the best job of showing you that, but I will be better. I promise. I’m blessed with an incredible daughter like you, and I want you to know that.”

Stepping back, I nod, wiping the tears that have finally escaped. “I love you, too.”

“You sure you’re alright? I can stay with you until the storm passes, if you’d like.” For the first time since she stepped foot in my room, she surveys my space. A sudden blip of fear spikes when I realize there may be clues of Cash’s presence scattered around.

My eyes dart to my closet door before I politely refuse. Even if Cash wasn’t hiding in my room, as badly as I’ve wanted this from my mom for years, I’m not sure I could jump right into her affection again.

She squeezes my hand and tells me goodnight.

In that moment, I know I should be ecstatic about this change of heart, but as soon as the door closes, it hits me what this means.

I’m the selfish one, because now that I know for certain how different Cal is to her, that changes everything.

I thought her packing us up in the middle of the night or breaking Cal’s heart would be the reason Cash would never want to see me again.

I never considered my mom actually marrying his dad would play a factor.

It was a possibility, but not one I thought was probable.

Which means, the boy hiding in my closet, the one I’m falling hopelessly in love with, will soon be my stepbrother.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I won’t be able to walk away from you easily, but I can’t seem to care right now. I just know I want this. I want you…unlike I’ve ever wanted anything.

I want him more than anything too.

Cash steps out of the closet, and our eyes immediately lock onto one another’s. We stand there, staring at each other with the same hopeless kind of expression. I know he heard my entire conversation crystal clear… and we both know what this means. Or at least, I hope he does too.

Without any words spoken, Cash approaches me, wrapping his pinkie with mine and walking me to the bed, where he takes me in his arms.

I feel his breathing begin to level, but not before he kisses my hair. “I’ll always be here for you, Bella. I'm not letting you go.”

But what if you have to? I think to myself as my eyes well with tears.

Sleep evades me as I lie wrapped securely in his arms, but not because of my fear of the storm this time. It’s for fear of losing him.