Page 44 of Family Bonds- Kelsey & Van

He let out a half laugh. “You’re welcome, but we aren’t done.”

“Thank God,” she said. “Drop your shorts.”

“You need to lose your shirt first,” he said.

She sat up on the bed and started to undress as fast as she could.

She was wiggling her shorts off and then stopped while he was watching her. “Catch up.”

He smiled again and the heat pooled right between her legs.

Jesus, she was losing her mind with him.

When his shorts were down, he turned to open a drawer and pull a condom out. Her eyes landed on the scars on his side from his stab wounds.

He must have caught her. “Don’t look,” he said.

She couldn’t pull her eyes away.

But she grabbed his hand and pulled him on the bed on his back. She climbed on top of him and slid down, her finger tracing the scars.

“These make me sad.”

“Don’t think that,” he said. “I’m fine.”

“I think the scars inside of you are worse than these,” she said softly. She leaned down and kissed each puckered piece of his pink skin. The ragged edges. She heard him suck in his breath.

Then she moved up and kissed him gently.

He didn’t want to be tender. She wasn’t sure where it came from in her either.

“Fuck me,” he said. “Or I’m going to do it to you. It’s your chance to make that decision.”

Yeah, he was turning her on and making her focus on what they really should be doing in here.

What he might need more than he’d ever admit.

She reached for the condom he’d put on the pillow, opened it up, scooted down and covered him.

Nice and thick. She was dying to feel it inside of her and didn’t hesitate to lift up and drop down.

She rose up and slammed back down twice before he wrapped his hand in her hair and roughly pulled her down.

The slight sting to her scalp was just more fuel they both needed to get them through.

Their tongues were dancing, their hips lifting and dropping in sync.

She was building up again and shocked to know that it was happening.

She didn’t want it to end, at the same time she wanted to feel that magical release at the end that always came when she was coming.

She pushed back and he released her hair.

Her hands went on his chest, which she used for leverage to lift up and down more on him.

Her breasts that she’d always felt were just average in size were bobbing up and down as if they’d weighed ten pounds a piece and she was on a jog down the street.

“That’s it,” he said. “Keep it up. Fuck me hard.”

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