Page 71 of These Family Ties

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He pounds into me, pressing my face into the mattress.

“You remember your safeword, beautiful?” He grinds into me, rolling his hips and stealing my words. I toss him a thumbs-up. “I need to hear it.”

“Peppermint sparkles.” I moan, and he chuckles.

“Good girl.” He picks up his pace.

“Cal…” I beg, every muscle in my body tensing, and that all-too-familiar warmth starts to build in my toes and moves up my body. “I’m going to… I need to…”

“What do you need, beautiful?” he murmurs in my ear, drowning out the sound of him pounding into me.

“I want to come.” I pant.

“Well, I’m not stopping you.” He chuckles, sliding a hand under me onto my clit. He gives it a slight pinch before rolling it between his fingers, playing my body like he was born to do this. “Come for me. I want you to soak my cock and then lick it clean.”

His filthy mouth sends me tumbling over the edge, and I scream my release into the pillow.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He slams into me a few more times before springing off the bed. His hand twists in my hair and yanks back my head. “Open.”

He pushes into my mouth, and I suck. Hard. I can taste myself on him. The sweet taste of me blending with him makes me want more. I cradle his balls, rolling them gently in my palm, and tug just a bit as I relax my tongue, swallowing his cock deep into my throat.

“God damn,” he bellows louder than normal, swelling and spilling down my throat, and I gag. “Don’t you dare lose a single drop.” He steps back, slapping a hand over my mouth. “Swallow.”

I do as he says, his words reigniting my need, and I slam my mouth onto his, kissing him deeply.

“Can you taste us?” I whisper against his lips.

“I can,” he growls.

“And?” I bat my lashes, licking my lips.

“I think you shouldn’t tease a starving man.” He pushes me roughly onto my back and stands over me, shoulders heaving. “You may get more than you bargained for.”

“Bring it.” I let my thighs fall open, inviting whatever he has planned. There’s nothing about Calden that scares me. I can take anything he throws out. He’s mine, and I’m his. How can two people so perfectly matched be wrong? Because, in my soul, I know he’s mine, and I wouldn’t survive without him.

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I wake to the sound of raised voices, the evening sun peeking through a small slit in our blinds. Has that been open all day? I stretch then stand, picking up some pants and a t-shirt from the floor. My floordrobe is looking pretty scarce. I appreciate Aaron’s help, but I’m super tired of having to look for my clothes on hangers.

“Alara?” The door creaks open. We need to talk to you. Aaron is the first one in the room.

“Not like this, man.” Calden paces in the hall, pulling at his hair, and I feel like I’m going to puke.

“Cal?” My voice breaks, and I’m suddenly freezing.

“It’s okay.” He barrels past Aaron, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me in front of Aaron. Fuck.

“You still haven’t closed the damn blinds!” Aaron’s voice raises, yanking them closed.

“What’s the point now?” Cal sneers.

“The point? The damn point is that you don’t need to give them more ammo!” he shouts.

“Will you two talk to me?” I step out of Calden’s embrace, and they both get to work, yanking things off the floor and out of the closet, and stuffing them into black bags.

“Talk to me!” I scream, my entire body shaking, but neither of them says a word. They just continue shoveling our lives into garbage bags.

“I told you this would happen, Calden. Look what you’ve done to her.” My father stands in the doorway, dressed in slacks and a button-up, with his hair combed and face clean-shaven. For the first time in over ten years, my father looks like every other father in town, and I can’t get enough air into my fucking lungs to ask him why.

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