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Basically, I didn’t get anywhere. I tried to ask for the security footage, which they apparently didn’t have. Vince did his own snooping and said the cameras were apparently down for the day in that hall. He did get a shot of Becca being dragged off to the hospital wing, and it reinforced how she got the bruises. They were pulling her feet out from under her as she tried to walk with their fast pace and literally carrying her by the arms.

He looked into the nurse, who apparently has no black marks on her medical license for abuse of power or arrests of any kind. Not even a speeding ticket or any suspicious firing in her career.

I still believe my sister, though. Nothing they say can sway me in that. No lack of evidence will make me believe my sister is capable of violence against someone else. She fucking cried when her friends killed a butterfly when she was eight.

Then, on top of all the lackluster investigating, I was called twenty times by my dad demanding to know why I wasn’t in the office. Apparently, the director called him to make sure we weren’t going to be suing when I showed up Sunday night. So he knew exactly where I was and why I wasn’t in the office, yet still threw a fit.

Not one time did he ask if his daughter was okay or see if he could talk to her. Neither of them tried to call her once this week to check-in. Just another reason to hate the devils who created us.

The rest of the week was decent, though. After my dad realized I wouldn’t be in the office for a few days, he stopped calling, and I did my work remotely from the hotel until Becca was out of class for the day. Then we’d either hang out by the pool and swim, relax in her apartment if she had a bad day, or I’d take her out for dinner and shopping.

Two days this week, though, I did go visit her while she was in school. They had requested I attend a family therapy session and sit in on group with her. Both were okay, but it was easy to see how checked out mentally Becca is of this place already.

She did have fun when we went horseback riding yesterday, though. That is the part I’m most worried about taking her away from. She said she’s gotten really attached to the horses since being here.

Maybe that’s what I can get her for her birthday. A horse. I’ll need to find a stable to keep it, though. The city isn’t exactly conducive to big ranch animals. Then I need to look into getting Becca some options for therapists. Bipolar disorder isn’t something she’s going to grow out of, and I don’t want to pull her life raft out from under her just because she’s moving in with me.

I had asked the administration staff if they gave referrals out, but all of them were in or near San Diego. That’s a little too far for a weekly session. I did also confirm her move-out date with them. The staff seemed nervous and tried to confirm it with Lucifer and Lilith. But I reminded them that Becca was turning eighteen and, as this is technically an at will facility, she isat willto leave on her own the day she’s an adult.

They didn’t ask any more questions after that. So, I’ll be back in exactly seven days. Becca just needs to keep her head down for one more week, and we’re home free.

Nearly six hours of driving later—how was it longer on the way back—and I swing my car into Lillian’s driveway, turning off the engine.

Nerves assault my stomach. I didn’t ask her if I could come over tonight. My plan was to drive straight home, and Flagstaff isn’t exactly on the way to Phoenix. But two hours into the drive and I couldn’t imagine waiting another second to see her. It’s been way too long since I held her. Kissed her. Fucked her.

I didn’t end up leaving San Diego until late afternoon, so it’s almost eleven when I pull into her driveway. The lights in the house are all off, the place dark. All of a sudden, this feels like a stupid, selfish ass idea. Grace is no doubt asleep, probably Lillian, too. So what am I going to do? Go knock on the door and wake them both up?

I sit there in my car battling with myself. I’m almost about to start the car back up and reverse out of her drive to go home, when the light in the kitchen flicks on.

Awake, at least.

Deciding to go with it, I amble out of the car, shutting the door quietly behind me and walk up to her door. She must have heard me pull in because I don’t even make it to the door to knock before she opens it up to let me in.

All it takes is one look at her in my oversized T-shirt that she must have snagged from my closet before leaving last weekend. One look at her hungry perusal of me, and I’m bending down, grabbing her under her ass, and hauling her up to me. Her legs lock automatically around my waist, and my lips meet hers.

It’s so passionate and frenzied that our teeth clash at first. Her fingers grip my hair and pull me closer to her. When I bite her lip a little harder than I mean to and she moans into my mouth, I lose it.

I shuffle us until we make it to her bedroom. Conscious of the sleeping toddler in the next room, I shut the door slowly behind me and walk us toward her bed.

I kneel on the mattress and use one hand to bring us down slowly. My dick is trying to rip through my sweatpants, so Iadjust it while sucking and kissing my way from her mouth to her ear to her neck.

Her soft moans have precum dripping out of me, and I rip off my sweats and shirt as quickly as I can. While I’m undressing, Lillian does the same, just as frenzied as I am. Her hair is fanned out on the pillows in a sexy mess. She’s biting her lip as she stares at me and dips her fingers down to play with herself, legs splayed open.

It’s fucking hot as hell. Dick aching for release, I give it a few tugs as I watch Lillian play with herself. It only lasts for a few seconds before I can’t take it anymore.

I swat her hand awake and settle between her thighs before licking her from core to clit. She tastes so sweet, my favorite fucking flavor.

“I missed you so much,” she moans when I insert a finger into her while sucking hard on her clit. I reward her admission with another finger and curl them up. Her hips buck up automatically at the move, and I use my free hand to hold them down.

Kneeling so I have a better angle, I sit up and start to pump my fingers in and out of her as fast as I can. She’s so fucking wet now, my fingers slide in with ease.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers at the sensation and tilts her head back to ride out the pleasure. The movement pushes her tits out, and I stare at them as they bounce back and forth with the motion. She hasn’t even touched me yet, and I feel like I’m ready to explode.

Lil’s legs start to shake. “That’s right, baby,” I grunt, trying not to come myself.

“Please,” she begs.

I don’t even know if she realizes she’s mumbling things, but I don’t stop. Seconds later, wetness soaks my hand as she squirts all over the bed.

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