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She opens her mouth and strokes her tongue along me, and then starts moving her head up and down, making gagging noises on my dick as she rubs her spit and my precome all over my length. Her tits are bouncing as I lose myself, pumping into her deeper, knowing I can’t stop.

Oh, fuck, yes, so hot, so warm, somine…

I erupt into her mouth. She makes choking noises. Then, oh, fuck, her neck starts to shift as sheswallowsmy load. I keep coming, like my body has been waiting for this moment and is giving everything it has. I’m drilling her mouth obsessively, just like I hammered her pussy. Finally, she pulls away from me, wiping her mouth, a glint of victory in her eyes.

“You owned me,” I tell her, my dick wilting but not for long. I can already feel a tickle of pleasure, a need for her rising.

“Before we do anything else,” she whispers. “I need to tell you something, and I just need to say it. Okay? Just blurt it out because otherwise, I won’t. So… right… just listen…”

I sit on the bed, feeling much too natural being naked around her. It’s not like the first time. It’s like we’re getting more and more used to the guilt, to living with the demons, which makes it all so much worse.

When I take her hand, she holds onto me like she thinks I will start running any second.

“I’m pregnant,” she says.

I laugh, and then I’m grinning from ear to ear. Finally, after all these years, I have a purpose beyond fighting, beyond the cage. My family. My future. I cheer and pull her into my arms. She’s laughing as I spin her around the room. I’m smiling wider than I ever have in my life. I feel bright and different. It’s like a soul is burning in my chest for the first time ever.

“A baby,” I say, putting her down.

She’s crying, staring up at me, both of us partially naked. “You’rehappy?”

“Yes,” I say, laughing, feeling high on her, on life.

“But what about?—”

A knock at the door startles us both. Then, Brad’s voice, and I wonder if Vanessa was right all those times she’d prayed over and over, clasping her beads and shuddering as if she was on the verge of a fit. “Mary, you awake?”

Another knock, and my smile fades. My soul, if there was one, dies. What thefuckam I thinking? I would be happy if the world were different and Brad wasn’t my best friend, my only real friend. If the one woman I ever cared about wasn’t almost half my age.

I raise my finger to Mary to tell her not to answer, but she panics before I can. “Uh, yeah.”

Crap.

“Can I come in? I need to talk. It’s important.”

I lean in, lowering my voice to barely above a whisper. “We have to tell him.”

“Notnow,” she says, her voice low.

“Mary?” he calls.

“What other choice is there?” I snap.

“I’m sorry, Rust. Please, you have to hide.”

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

MARY

I open the door, trying to smile at my big brother, knowing his best friend is hiding in the bathroom and that we just shared the most beautiful moment of my life. Rustlit upfor me, cheered, and spun me around. For a few blissful seconds, it was like a fairy tale, like everything I had ever dreamed of or wished for was finally coming true.

Now, it’s breaking apart. How could Rust expect me to just tell Brad now, like this? I can still feel the stickiness on my breasts, still taste Rust’s come on my tongue.

Brad walks in wearing his gym gear, completely oblivious that, a few feet away, Rust is seething that he has to hide. I shut the door, glad when Brad walks to the other side of the bed, the furthest point from the bathroom. He sits in the chair near the window.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

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