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‘I’m trying my hardest, Dad. I really am. I’ve been the most open and vulnerable and heartbroken I have been in years. I’ve bared every piece of me. She’s let me back in a little, but it’s not enough. I thought when she said we were free, she meant free to work on us again, whether it be as friends or as something more.’

I punch the bag several more times, trickles of sweat beading down my forehead.

Time is running out.

I’m desperate to get her back, but eventually, she’ll be leaving again soon, and now that Jagger is coming to town, my time with her is cut even shorter. It guts me to think she would rather spend time with him than me.

I dodge the bag, looking at Dad’s face. ‘So you want to win her back?’

‘I love her more than anything and anyone in the world, Dad. She is a part of me. I don’t exist fully without her. She is my heartbeat,’ I state simply because it’s true. ‘But I keep screwing up. I made her place in my life complacent when I chose Billie over her, time and time again. I know she has this misguided notion that Billie is my soulmate, that somehow she’s the other woman, but what she doesn’t see is that she’s the only woman for me.’

‘Then show her. Prove that to her,’ Dad eggs me on, bouncing on the spot, getting ready to exert his energy on the bag.

‘I’m going to. I swear.’ I crack my neck while he gets in a few punches.

‘So, you know Uncle Mark’s coming over later, yeah?’

‘Okay…’ That’s nothing out of the norm.

‘And Amity isn’t.’ He’s telling me a riddle, but I’m not getting it. I blink at him blankly. ‘You idiot. She’ll be home by herself.’ He lightly punches me in the stomach.

This tidbit of information, I can definitely use to my advantage.

‘Look. You’re my son. She may as well be my daughter. But I’ve always tried to stay relatively out of your relationship. Even before you guys were a thing, Mark and I always knew you two were inevitable. We had years to deal with it before it eventuated, but then it did, and we were both fucking stoked. Then, yes, you fucked up hard, but even after the colossal mess you made, I know you’re both destined to be with each other. I saw the way you both bled the other day at the office. She is just as affected and as enamoured by you, but she’s guarded. She doesn’t trust herself or her instincts when she’s around you.’

I’m fired up over the prospect of being alone with her tonight, and at Dad’s pep talk.

‘So, what you’re saying is, you think I should stop by?’

‘What I’m saying is, shoot your shot. Shoot every damn shot you have until you hit the target and win the game.’

I don’t want to corner her, but I also don’t want to let any chance to spend time with her slip away.

‘Then I’ll see you later, old man.’ I unstrap my gloves and throw them back into the box.

‘Good luck, son. Go get our girl and bring her home for good.’ He winks as he starts punching the bag again.

Chapter 25

Iridescent

Amity

A perk of living alone was being able to orgasm as loud as I wanted when I had an itch to scratch.

Lately, there have been a lot of itches and sordid secret sessions under the covers because Dad is right down the hall.

Tonight, though, he is out. He said he’ll most likely crash at Uncle Mark’s, which means I have all evening to make myself come to the memory of how Lincoln destroyed my pussy with his mouth.

But it isn’t just his award-winning oral skills that make me ache, but also his iridescent eyes and the way they smoulder when he looks at me. It’s his strong, hard body against me, the addictive jasmine scent that curls around me. The huskiness of his voice makes me shiver.

Bringing my Girls Get Off Missy clit vibrator out from my drawer, I sink into the fluffiness of my bed, stark naked. The whizzing sound comes to life, making my clit pulse with need.

I really need to have the orgasm of all orgasms to relax the jitteriness inside me.

It’s not like I’m overly fond of my body, but one part I do like to brag about is my breasts. Despite the trauma I’ve caused to my health, I never seemed to lose weight there—which is a blessing, as my job sort of depends on it.

I also remember Lincoln’s fascination with them when he squeezed his cock between the valley. He used to say titty fucks drove him wild, especially when he’d blow all over my face.

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