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Of course Fin was right behind me, parting my ass cheeks with his hands roughly, and entering me once more. My entrance felt slicker this time, his cock slid in with less resistance, but I knew it was because the blood from the first time was lubricating my hole. It hurt more the second time, but I welcomed the pain, just like I welcomed the pain in Sabrina’s eyes while I fucked her pretty little face. Her soft hot mouth, her lips curled around my dick was the perfect distraction from Fin’s cock.

I put my whole self into fucking her face, grinding my hips forward with each thrust, letting my balls bounce against her chin.

It worked too, until Fin spoke again.

“None of this is going to make you feel better, babyboy. You can’t outfuck your pain. The only thing that’s going to make you feel better is accepting responsibility for the things you could control and letting go of the things you couldn’t. The only thing that’s going to make you feel better is forgiving us and forgiving yourself.”

“You don’t know what’s going to make me feel better or not,” I grunted, though each of his words had hit me like a shot in the heart. I knew I couldn’t do the things he was asking, and deep down, I knew he was right. Not that I would admit that to him. “Besides, this feels pretty damn good.”

“Physically, yes. Yes, it feels damn good. I must agree. But you know what I think would feel better, at least for me? Watching my babyboy work through his pain and start to heal.”

“Not gonna fucking happen,” I grunted. “So if that’s your end goal, maybe you should just fucking give up now.”

I couldn’t have been more stunned when his hand crashed against my left ass cheek. “I think you meant ‘yes, Daddy’.”

He was going off the script. Fine. I would go off-script too.

Chapter Eight

Sabrina

The sound of a hand smacking an ass was unmistakable. The unbelievable part was the ass wasn’t mine. My breath caught, even with my mouth full of Damon’s cock, and he stilled inside my mouth, his body going rigid.

I kept my eyes on his and watched the myriad of emotions that played across his face. Shock, anger, longing, determination.

I sucked in a breath around his length. The climate in the room had just changed. I really hope Fin knew what he was doing. The pain I saw in Damon’s eyes was pure anguish, the kind I wasn’t sure could be removed without years of therapy. Was our plan stupid? Were we just about to make everything worse, for all of us?

Fin smacked Damon’s ass again, and this time, Damon roared back with a growl. I watched the whole thing with wide eyes–taking in a side of Fin I’d never seen.

“I’m not giving up babyboy. Not on you, not ever again.”

Fin’s eyes met mine in silent pleading and I understood that everything had just changed. With Damon finally back in our lives, this beautiful yet broken boy-turned-man, life felt different. Who knew where we would go after today? Who knew how fucked-up things would get before they got better. If they got better.

I nodded at Fin to let him know I understood and agreed, then immediately looked back at Damon. His reaction to Fin’s vow was incredible to witness. He went totally still, and I was pretty sure he stopped breathing for a moment. Anger crossed over his face, a mask to hide his pain. And then, he just broke.

His dick softened in my mouth, and he pulled away as he went limp, collapsing on top of me, his upper body heaving, like he was crying without tears.

I was stuck beneath his warm body, but I didn’t mind. Fin stayed locked inside him, but bent over, rubbing Damon’s back in wide circles. “It’s okay, babyboy. It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay; I think we all knew that. Nothing about any of this was okay, and yet, there was a certain peace, a certain wholeness in being together again, in knowing Damon was free. In knowing the things about our town we hadn’t known back then.

When Damon rolled onto his side beside me, I couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke his cock, watching as it grew in my hand.

He looked up at me with such wonder and awe in his eyes, and I felt the same. Here he’d come determined to hurt me, determined to get his revenge, and now I was comforting him.

I had to. Because no matter what had happened in our past, no matter what had happened today, no matter all the ways we’d hurt each other, I loved him, and I just wanted him to feel better.

“I’m sorry,” he wept brokenly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I had all this rage, and I have nowhere for it to go. I shouldn’t have leaked your past. I shouldn’t have broke the story, I shouldn’t have lured you back here and…” He trailed off as if remembering the things he’d done. “I planned to… I probably won’t be here after today. But I can’t leave yet. I just… I just want a few more hours with the two of you. That’s all I want. After that... After that, I’ll go.”

“Go where?” Fin questioned sharply.

Damon shrugged, his shoulders still shaking. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll just be gone. I won’t be here anymore.”

“Here, like Three Rivers? Or here, like Planet Earth?”

At Fin’s question, I gasped and threw my free hand over my mouth. Surely Damon couldn’t have meant…

His lack of an answer told me he had.

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