Page 70 of These Family Ties

“Want to know a secret?”

“Alara,” Cal warns.

“Hush, you.” Aaron picks up a pillow and throws it at him.

“Always.” He bites his lower lip, vibrating with excitement, and I wink at Calden.

“Well, when we’re alone and sure that no one can hear us. Calden–” I almost feel bad about this. Almost– “sings show tunes.”

“Damn it, Alara.” Calden chuckles, the tension melting from his body. “You’re going to scare him away.”

“Never.” Aaron reaches under the bed, dragging out the small box I have stowed under there.

“How the hell did you know about that?”

“Know about your secret box of snacks? You’ve always had the same hiding spot, shortie.” Aaron lifts the flaps, rummaging around inside, and tosses me my birth control. “This isn’t candy. Why are your fun time pills in the box of yummy stuff?”

“Because that’s the only way she’ll remember to take them.” Cal tsks, lifting the pack from the bed, opening it, and pushing a pill through the back of the blister pack and into my palm. “Down the hatch.”

“Good to know.” Aaron jumps when a knock sounds at the door, slides the box back under our bed, and jogs from the room. “Food’s here. I’ll be back.”

“The man is living in the future while we're over here, microwaving hot pockets like cavemen,” Calden calls out.

“I like to think of it as elevating lives,” he shouts back. “Damn, Mykel, slow down.” Aaron walks back into the room, carrying three paper bags. “I nearly lost an arm.”

“Don’t get between our father and food.” I sigh, taking a bag from Aaron. “What did you get?”

“Hell if I know,” he replies, tearing into a bag while Cal and I do the same. “Up In Smoke over there is the one who ordered.”

“Everything. He told me to order whatever I wanted because he was too worried about getting fresh and clean for us, so I ordered everything.” He grins, looking pretty proud of himself.

“Learn anything today, Aaron?” I look at all the food covering the bed and try not to laugh.

“No, why?” He tosses me the remote. “Find a show tune for the nerd, and let's eat.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Chapter Seven

“What time did Aaron say he would be by?” I ask, stepping out of the shower, and Cal wraps me in a towel before throwing me over his shoulder and tossing me onto our bed.

“He didn’t.” He straddles my hips, slowly opening my towel and kissing down my stomach, before settling between my legs.

“So you’re saying he could walk in any minute, and then what?” I push up on my elbows, looking down at him.

“Nope.” A palm settles on each of my inner thighs, nuzzling my legs open, and he blows a warm breath across the tender flesh. “We have a door.”

“Fuck,” I draw out the word when he sucks my clit into his mouth, his soft, warm tongue teasing and flicking, knowing just how to shut me up and quiet my brain. “Cal –”

“Don’t worry.” He stops, looking up at me with a grin. “He’s grabbing our first two-week checks from the office, picking up all five of the cardigans you forgot there, and grabbing some food before he comes over. We have plenty of time.”

“Not plenty of time, but I think we can fit a few orgasms in before he gets here,” I purr, pushing him onto his back, straddling his hips, and sliding his cock inside of me. I start slowly, loving the feel of him stretching and filling me. A lazy climb to the top where he’ll send me crashing back down, only to catch me at the bottom and start all over again.

“Sounds like he’s really missing out,” Cal rasps, gripping my hips tightly. His fingers pinch into the soft curves of my sides, guiding me up and down his shaft faster and harder, meeting my bounce with punishing thrusts.

“You think so?” I tease.

“I know so.” He flips me onto my belly, yanking my ass into the air, and slamming into me.

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