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I didn't care, because it was true. "Your lips are so sweet." I savored her bottom lip before nipping it.

Lily reached for my cock. "Ryan," she said my name again.

Her hand closed around the thickness, and I almost started fucking the hell out of her hand before I pulled it away and locked both arms above her head with one hand.

"I need to taste more of you." With my eyes locked on hers, her hands restrained and her breasts popped out and waiting for my lips, I dipped my fingers into her center and pulled them out long and slow before sucking her off them.

Her mouth fell open. My eyes fell closed. Utopia. Mad from the addiction of her, I bunched her shirt up over her breasts and stuffed the fabric in her mouth, undid her bra with one hand and dipped my head to suck on her nipple hard, like combining flavors of cake and ice cream, needing her pussy nectar on my tongue as I lost myself in the perfection of her breasts.

Her moans were muffled, and she danced before me, struggling against my grip on her hands, and grinding her pussy against my chest, getting off on the friction. I could taste her body all day. My hand came down hard on her ass, and when I finally released her, losing myself in the heady sensations, she reached down, grabbed my head, and pulled me up to her.

Damn, her mouth was even sweeter, and as her tongue danced with mine, I folded. I needed her. She needed me; fuck, I couldn't wait any longer. I brandished my length and nudged it against her center. She kept eye contact with me, licked her lips, and panted as I teased her hole. She ground against it, and my eyes rolled back. With one fell swoop, I was inside her, she tightened around me, and my heartbeat went so wild, I was worried I might have a heart attack.

Grabbing the back of her head to lock that gaze into mine, I drove my hips forward, coming apart at the way she sobbed my name. "You're the reason I wake up every day," I fucked each word into her.

When I became overwhelmed with what we'd done and got to the point where I was ready to end it all, when I couldn't get out of bed, I saw her face in my dreams, heard her voice as whispers of good morning, and this promise of her body and her heart, for as long as she didn't know the truth, got me up every day. Her body was my medicine, as I'm sure mine was for her.

Lily gripped my shoulders and her pussy choked me. "Ry...Ryan...fuck." She cried before trembling around me. "Promise me you won't let the darkness take you away from me." She panted when she managed to speak. "Please, I don't want to lose you."

At her words, the darkness she spoke of began to creep in and shadow the colors of our bliss, and I slammed my hips harder against her to force it away. This was the only time I wasn't thinking of how much I'd fucked up, and how I could never go back to the person I was. I slammed into her again and again. Because inside her pussy, I bought into the delusion that all was right with the world, and everything would be okay.

Her mouth fell open at the careless way I fucked her. Concern and worry in her eyes soon turned to heat, and as she arched her hips to take me deeper, grabbing my ass and encouraging me to go harder, I fucking lost it. My cum ejected from me like a fucking ball out of a cannon. I'm pretty sure my sperm slammed into one of her internal organs because her body jerked upward in response.

Chapter 10

Ethan

Mrs. Thornbread had reason to be concerned about me driving her, and it wasn't because I'd intentionally harm her, but one look at my trembling hands would have betrayed my confidence. I think I managed to keep it together on the way over to the airport, but as I stepped through the door of the main house, each step forward was like an unsteady Jenga build. That woman's perception was scary, and fuck, I wondered if even in death, Terry was determined to sabotage us by sending his delusional wife hints. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was the one who woke her out of her catatonic state.

Okay, now I sounded paranoid.

But hell, they talk about spouses dying one after the other. Maybe after one dies, the other calls them over to the other side. Except, that happens with couples who are in love. Unfortunately, Mrs. Thornbread still had that cursed tie to him. I wondered what else he'd be able to do. Guilt Ryan to the point of insanity, to the point of spilling every last detail? He almost did this morning. With any luck, he was passed out somewhere. Fuck, I sounded like an asshole.

Rubbing my hand across my forehead, I looked up for a distraction from my throbbing thoughts. Come to think of it, where was everyone? It was a pretty big place, but there was often some sign of life. Music playing somewhere, the aroma of food, an opened glass door leading to the outside. It was so quiet, my breath along with the tapping of my shoes as I walked through the open-spaced living room that was about the size of a separate house.

I didn't recall seeing Eric's car in the garage or the long driveway, but everyone else was here. I didn't know why, but out of nowhere my chest started tightening as if it was being crushed between two heavy metal plates. If I didn't know where everyone was...

What if Ryan reached breaking point? I hoped Matt was with him and was able to keep him away from Lily. Keep him from opening his trap as if he was the only one going through this and it was just his guilt that mattered. We were a fucking unit, damn it. If he said something, he wouldn't just be ruining his life. He didn't get to call time on my relationship with Lily, on the future of our lives.

What if Matt wasn't with him? Was the house quiet because Lily packed her shit and left, and the guys went after her? The question had me pounding the tiles, my pulse rate growing with every millisecond, regretting the day I decided to buy this too-large house. Ryan's room was the first place I headed, banging open the door. It was heavy, so it didn't slam into the wall.

Storming into the room, ready to demand answers from him, I stumbled across Lily lying next to Ryan, his head on her breasts. She stroked up and down his naked back, worry in her eyes as she kissed the top of his head.

Entranced by her naked body, all my concerns went out the window for a moment. I'm simple-minded that way. The room was a mix of sex and alcohol, and I'm sorry, I was intoxicated, alright? I didn't know how to approach this. She was deep in thought and concern, but she'd also been fucked to the point where she was red all over and I was dying to see what her pussy looked like.

"Everything alright?" My voice rasped and all the pounding blood had rushed to my cock.

She looked up, as if now becoming aware of my presence. Her eyes dropped to my cock. I think it was subconscious, but it was also telling me she was up for it. "I don't know what to do with him," she confessed.

"So you fucked him to sleep?" I teased.

She lost her fight against a grin. "More like he fucked the shit out of me and I didn't have a say."

"What?!" My blood ran cold and my fingers curled into my fist.

"No! Hell." She clarified. "I wanted it. I loved it. He was just so rough, clearly running from something."

I advanced toward the bed.

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