Page 110 of Clap Back (Carter Brothers)

The quiet click of the door shutting felt like a gunshot blast in the quiet room.

Not once did he stop thrusting, either.

So smooth and slick, I felt like I was about to die.

Still wet from the shower, my hair a sopping mess between our bodies, I leaned backward as far as I could with the position we were in.

He kept his hand in place, but bent down so that his mouth was muffled, too, and groaned against my skin.

Doors were opening and closing, and I could hear them getting closer and closer to where we were.

The bathroom door didn’t have a lock, and I knew damn well and good that he was coming our way.

However, I couldn’t stop.

I could feel the release I’d been desperately needing barreling straight for me, and the movements of Auden’s hips were becoming choppier and choppier.

His panting breaths mingled with mine, and soon we were both falling over the edge.

A curse left Auden’s lips as he said, “Say your name, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maven still, for now.”

He pulled away with a quiet chuckle.

I’d had a crisis in the car on the way home from learning how Brock Austin had kidnapped me.

The next day, I’d realized that, despite the disgustingness of the act Brock Austin had committed, my name was Maven. I wouldn’t be going by Marina, at least not yet, because I didn’t feel like a Marina.

All of my friends knew me as Maven.

My family didn’t care what they called me, as long as they had me.

And Auden rarely called me Maven.

It was always sunshine, baby, or cupcake.

“I know y’all are done. For the love of all that’s holy, hurry up. I have something to show you!” Garrett yelled out.

I pulled away and started to clean up, very aware of just how late I was.

I was also more than aware that I’d yet to have my period, and it was becoming more and more apparent that I might’ve gotten a little… pregnant.

With everything going on, though, I didn’t want to think about it just yet.

I would.

But not yet.

The moment we were both decent—me in the clothes I’d be wearing to the bakery, and Auden in a pair of sweatpants that rode dangerously low on his hips—we headed out to the main room to find Garrett and Boss helping themselves to our breakfast that I’d made.

“Hey!” I cried out. “That was my way of forcing myself to eat healthy today.”

Garrett shrugged. “You have pastries at work.”

“I know,” I groaned. “I was telling myself I needed to rein it in.”

Auden caught me around the hips as he pulled me into his lap at the head of the table.

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