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We knew it was the one as soon as we walked inside.

Dav - 2 years

No matter how much money you’re willing to throw at a project, renovations in the city were notoriously slow and frustrating.

Our conservative estimate of getting in before the end of the year I’d bought the property had been pushed back time and time again as things got ‘backordered’ or the crew was ‘short on staff.’

Eventually, we’d had Renzo himself lean on the crew to stop jerking us around, and get the damn place done.

All said and done, though, it was worth the often frustrating wait.

Above the storefront on the street level, there were three floors of space. The first contained the kitchen, dining, and living rooms as well as a half bath and a guest bedroom.

The second was Cinna’s suite, essentially. Except, of course, it was both of ours, just not on paper. There was a large primary bedroom with his-and-her closets, a seating area, then a bathroom complete with a soaking tub, a walk-in glass shower big enough for five, and two separate toilet rooms and sink cabinets.

Because, apparently, Cinna was hellbent not to ever have to wait for a bathroom again.

On the third floor were three more bedrooms, a full, and a half bath, and a small seating area for the kids to hang out in.

It was the first time in Lip’s entire life he had his own bedroom.

And, we learned after Lip admitted it, that Joel had also been sleeping on a couch in his parent’s place. Right there in the center of all their constant arguments. It was no wonder Cinna used to find him passed out in the hall instead.

As for his parents, well, they mostly forgot they had a kid. Save for when tax time came and they wanted the write-off. Never mind that we paid for all of his clothes, food, electronics, interests, and medical care.

Not that his parents mattered for much longer anyway. Joel only had another year before he was free of them for good.

Both of the boys had started working in the convenience store I’d opened at the street level, learning a little responsibility, and giving them a taste for making their own money, with the hopes that it would motivate them to eventually figure out a career for themselves.

I didn’t have the heart to tell Cinna, who believed both kids were destined for college and shit like that, that both Joel and Lip were showing a fuckuva lot of interest in the family business.

“Do you hear that?” Cinna asked, holding up a hand as I walked into the bedroom.

I paused, listening.

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly!” she said, flying off of the bed, and rushing toward me, fingers pulling at clothing until it was in a pile at my feet. “We’re actually alone,” she added, reaching down to fist my cock, stroking me impatiently.

I pulled at her clothing then too until they were heaped next to mine.

Some part of me wanted to take full advantage of an empty house. To get lost in each other for hours.

The other part, though, knew that the sanctuary could be ended at any moment, leaving us needing to try to be quiet, not be overheard.

Sliding my hand down Cinna’s back, I sank my fingers into her ass, pulling upward until she was wrapping her legs around my waist. Then I was turning, walking her backward, and slamming her back against the wall, then surging inside of her, both of us gasping at the sensation.

We were pure feeling then, hands sliding, grabbing, lips crashing, tongues teasing as I fucked her hard and fast through one orgasm before she was demanding I take her to the bed, where she climbed on top, riding me as I enjoyed the view as she bounced and writhed and cried out as she came.

“More,” I said, grabbing her, and rolling her onto her side, facing away from me as I thrust inside of her again, my hand slipping across her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to increase the sensations as I drove her up and through another orgasm that had her body shuddering hard as she cried out my name.

“I can’t,” she gasped as she came back down, finding me still hard inside of her.

“Yes, you can,” I told her, moving onto my knees, and pulling her onto all fours, reaching into the nightstand for a bottle, then pouring a small bit of lube over her ass, then teasing her with one finger, then another, loving the way she wiggled and whimpered at the sensation.

“Dav, please,” she pleaded, voice a rough whisper.

“Please what?” I asked, fucking her with my fingers harder. “Please fuck your ass?” I asked, spreading my fingers, preparing her.

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