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“Abbot,” I protest as he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. He throws me on it and looks down at me, licking his lips.

He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me, and presses a kiss between my breasts and down my stomach. Standing up, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and drags them down, taking my underwear with them.

“Oh God, Abbot, stop,” I cry out, but he just spreads my legs and presses a kiss to my pussy, looking up at me with an expression of pure satisfaction.

“I need this,” he murmurs against me, flicking his tongue over my clit before nipping it lightly with his teeth, making me shudder.

I grip the sheets. My body and brain at odds with the urge to run and the need to grip Abbot’s hair and hold him against me. He kisses his way back up my body before his mouth takes mine in a searing kiss. By the time he pulls away, I’m a writhing mess.

I watch as he pulls a condom from the wallet in his back pocket. He opens his jeans and frees his cock before tearing the condom open with his teeth and sliding it on. He leans down over me and braces his weight on one arm as he lines himself up and thrusts inside me.

I gasp, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he hisses, not giving me time to adjust before pulling back and thrusting inside me again.

He pounds into me hard, over and over. My toes curl as pleasure courses through me. I whisper his name as he leans down and buries his head against my neck. He groans as I feel him shudder and come.

My eyes slip closed in disappointment, but I quickly plaster on a smile when he lifts his head.

“Did you come?”

I didn’t even have a chance to fake it, but I nod. “Yeah.”

“Good. You are so fucking sexy.” He grins as he pulls free and pulls the condom off.

“I’m going to jump in the shower. I’ll meet you downstairs in the family room to watch a movie.”

I stare up at the ceiling and nod. “Sure.”

I look down when I feel his lips on my thigh.

“Thank you.” He smiles before walking out, leaving me to deal with myself as usual.

Chapter Six

Hudson

Istare at my cell phone and watch as she slides her fingers down to her slick pussy.

I’d been driving around for hours, occasionally checking the cameras to keep an eye on them and what they were doing. Thank fuck I pulled over when they walked into my bedroom. After watching Abbot strip Starling and fuck her on my bed, I would have probably crashed the car.

After the initial shock had worn off, rage took over, which soon faded as I focused on the dozens of emotions crossing Starling’s face. At first, I thought I was just seeing what I wanted to see, so I kept my eyes on her even as my son fucked the pussy I wanted more than my next breath.

She was aroused. I could see that. Her skin was flushed, and her fingers gripped my Egyptian cotton sheets as she gave in to the pleasure. But there, beneath it all, was an element of unease. I’m not sure it was just from fucking in my room. I’m not stupid. I know that was a revenge fuck for Abbot, not aimed at her but at me. I’m sure there will be dozens of snide comments and secret smiles as he plays the I-know-something-you-don’t-know game.

It wasn’t that for Starling, though. I doubt it entered her mind, but I’m sure she’ll figure it out later and feel shitty about it. What Abbot won’t get is that I don’t give a shit about him fucking her on my bed. If I get my way, I’ll be fucking her there too.

I watched him pull the condom off, so any damp spots left on the bed would be from Starling, and fuck me if that doesn’t make me hard as a fucking rock just thinking about it. I expected her to get up and scurry away like the little mouse she is. Instead, her fingers are sliding in and out of her pussy as she tweaks her nipple with her other hand.

The side street I pulled into is deserted, so I pull out my dick and start to stroke it. I don’t think about her age or the fact that she’s my son’s girlfriend. She lives in my house now, and possession is nine-tenths of the law.

She strums her clit. Her back arches as her eyes slip closed, and she loses herself in the moment. I’m forty-three years old, and I’ve fucked around a lot. I’ve done a lot of wild and crazy things. But nothing and nobody has affected me like this one goddamn girl on my bed, and I’m not even there to enjoy it.

I see her tense, her eyes flying open. For a moment, she stares right at the camera as if she can see me. We come together, me all over my hand, her all over my sheets.

I clean myself up with a handful of napkins as I watch awareness dawn on Starling. She scrambles off the bed and grabs her T-shirt off the floor. She tugs the shirt over her head before she straightens the bed. She grabs the rest of her things off the floor with one hand and hurries out of the room. I follow her to the room I got ready for her, not the one she’ll be sharing with Abbot.

I sit forward as she closes the door behind herself, leans against it, and slides to the floor. Her T-shirt rides up as she bends her knees, flashing a glimpse of pink pussy before I take in her face. I frown as a single tear runs down her cheek.

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