Page 44 of Raise 'Em Up

“He’s right.” Rylee nods. “You can’t.”

I grin and shake my head.

“So, how are you going to get the money?” Rylee asks Trevor. “Do you have some of your own, or are you going to have to ask step-daddy dearest? And if you have to ask him, are you going to say, ‘Hey, Dad. So, I need some cash. Had to bail me and your long lost daughter out of jail because I banged her in the back seat of my car?’”

“I can’t even with you.” Trevor sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tips his head back.

“Suck it up, buttercup.” Rylee slaps his ass as she passes him, heading toward my car. “Get used to it. Expect the unexpected when it comes to me,” she says as she walks backwards, wiggling her eyebrows.

“She’s right,” I tell him. “Never a dull moment with that one. Also, don’t get on her bad side. She can be a savage little thing, if she wants to be.”

“Noted.” He chuckles.

Trevor says goodbye to Rylee before hopping into an Uber and I take the little felon home.

“So, what are you going to tell the guys?” I ask her as we head into the house.

“Tonight, nothing. I’m tired, and I just wanna shower and sleep with you.”

“Really?” My brows jump. “Okay, yeah, cool.”

Her laugh makes my cock twitch. She steps forward and fixes my glasses for me. “Thanks for saving me,” she says in a husky tone. “I’ll be sure to pay you back.”

Biting her lip, she grins and takes off upstairs, leaving me with a stiff dick and no release.

“Rylee,” I whisper into the dark.

I know she’s not sleeping because she’s trailing her finger up and down the little bit of hair I have above my dick, which is not helping me at all. Even though she just gave me an amazing blow job, my cock doesn’t seem to think it’s enough.

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Not that I know of. What's up?”

“Would you be up for hanging out with me? And maybe going to see my mom. I’ve heard she’s doing a lot better.”

She looks up at me and I can see her smiling in the dim light of the moon that's shining through the window. “Of course,” she says softly. “I’d love to.”

An ease settles over me and I smile. “Thank you.”

The next morning, Rylee walks into the rehab with me, her hand laced with mine.

I let them know who I’m here to see, and we sign in as visitors. They show us to the visiting room, and we sit at a table and wait while they go and get my mom.

“Colton.” Rylee rubs her thumb against the top of my hand. “Breathe, baby.”

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath, my eyes fixed on the door we just came through. My gaze flicks over to hers and something inside me relaxes at the sight of her. I sigh, letting out the breath. “I’m okay.”

“Liar.” She gives me a small smile. “But that's fine. You're allowed to not be okay. I’ve got you.”

I cup her face and lean in, brushing my lips against hers as my heart goes crazy. “I fucking love you. I don’t deserve you.”

She grins against my mouth. “I’d say the same about you,” she murmurs and kisses me again.

The sound of the door opening has us breaking apart in time to see my mom walk in. She looks good. Her eyes are clearer, and there’s a healthy glow about her.

“Colt, baby.” She grins wide. I’m up on my feet straight away, rushing over to her. I hug her so tight for so long. The little boy inside of me needed this. I squeeze my eyes shut to try and hold myself back from crying.

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