Page 41 of Don't Let Your Mind Go There

Yeah, she was angry at me.

And jealous.

My jaw clenched.

She had no right to be angry at me. Nobody else here was angry. Just her.

I raised a brow at her, and I felt the urge to tell her about all the things Dad told me. How I felt much better than her, and that I was way more fun to fuck.

But I kept my mouth shut, which was probably for the better.

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We went back to the cabin after we sat in silence after finishing our dinner. Things felt awkward. Well, at least to me they did.

I didn’t know where to look or what to do.

Things felt still strange, and I didn’t know how to act.

Luckily, there was Dad who took matters into his hands, and told us exactly what he wanted to do next.

“Ronan, Tate, go sit on your bed,” he demanded.

He placed his hand on my lower back, and I looked up at him, wondering what he had planned.

He smiled softly and rubbed my back. “We’ll come too, don’t worry. Go sit on the bed with your brother.”

“Okay.”

Dad kissed the top of my head, and after giving me a nudge, I headed to the bedroom with Ronan following close behind.

Once we sat down on the side of the bed, I looked at Ronan. I pressed my lips together and played with my fingers again. I was still anxious, yet, Ronan looked relaxed.

“What do you think he wants to do?” I asked, hoping he could give me an answer that would calm me down.

Instead of being helpful, he smirked at me smugly. “He’ll have us all fuck.”

That made me grimace with disgust.

But why?

Why was I so disgusted by the idea of the four of us fucking, when I had clearly done weirder stuff? Like, drink Dad’s piss, for example.

My mind was foggy, and all I felt like doing was sleep. My body was starting to feel numb, and so did my head.

I dropped my gaze when I heard Mom and Dad’s footsteps coming closer. I couldn’t look at them. My heart was racing, and the mood in the bedroom darkened.

Dad stepped in front of me and cupped my face with one hand, making me tilt back my head and look up at him. He smiled, brushing my thumb along my skin. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. “I think so.”

“I need you to be okay for this, sweetheart. Can’t have you regret this later.”

I furrowed my brows. “Regret what?”

He watched me closely as he squatted in front of me, resting his hands on my knees. “Now that we all know about each other’s secrets, I think it’s only fair to not have anyone feel left out. Your mother and I think we should seal this bond. To make sure we’ll be a family forever.”

His words made sense, but a small part of me was screaming to stop this. I looked at Dad, then lifted my gaze to look at Mom standing behind him. She had her arms crossed, and her eyes was still filled with anger. Jealousy.

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