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My balls pull tight, and I’m holding on by a thread as my cock slips in and out of her mouth expertly. I don’t want to know how she’s become so fucking skilled. I growl and slip a finger inside of her as I suck on her clit, flicking it with my tongue at the same time. Ry bucking on my face is a slice of heaven, and I hold her tighter, determined that she goes first.

Nothing is holding me back now. Seth can walk in the room right this second, and I’ll continue licking her delicate folds until she comes, and then I’ll die happy as he slits my throat.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna come…Cas.” Ry moaning my name is paradise, but her coming in my mouth is pure bliss. I feel like I’m able to take a drink for the first time after walking in the desert for years without a drop.

Using the flat of my tongue, I lap up everything she gives me. Ry resumes sucking, and it’s like she’s possessed. Arching my back and holding her tight, my mouth opens wide in a silent yell as I come in a rush. There is no time to warn her as the first shot hits the target. My arms tighten, and my hips buck up out of control until my cock is slamming the back of her throat.

If Ry minds, she doesn’t show it. As soon as the last pulse leaves my body, I collapse in a heap while she licks me clean like a fucking ice cream cone. My head lolls to the side, and I watch as she pulls on the same outfit from earlier. Fuck, what have I done?

“Ry….”

Placing a finger on my lips, she licks my cheek like a cat and moans in my ear. “Don’t think about it too hard. It was fun. Nowgo back to sleep,” she whispers, disappearing out my door before I can form a single sentence.

Shit. The door that I keep shut tight and under lock and key has a crack, but what’s on the other side is far too dangerous to let it open anymore. I’ll talk to her tomorrow about it not happening again, but right now…I’m going to fucking lay here and enjoy the moment. Rolling over, I pull the discarded covers up over my naked body. Fuck me.

CHAPTER 3

Caspian

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. All night, all I can smell is Ry in my room, and of course, I wake up with raging wood, looking for more. This tour is about our big break, not about getting laid.

Why can’t it be both?

Great, now the voice in my head finally decides to speak up after the silent treatment last night. If it’s possible, I give my inner voice the middle finger. Wandering into the bathroom, I grudgingly wash my face, not wanting to lose any of Ry’s scent. Last night can’t happen again. I get dressed and head to the kitchen, where, shockingly, everyone is already up and moving. Ry is pouring coffee into travel mugs while Koa mans the toaster. She’s thankfully wearing jeans and a hoodie, but it doesn’t stop my mind from picturing the body underneath the loose-fitting material.

Quinn is the first to look my way. I can feel the guilt slowly notching up, and I fight to keep it off my face. He’s too good at guessing shit like this, and if he figures it out and tells Seth….

“Look who decided to get up finally. You must have slept well,” Quinn says, and I nod toward the coffee.

“It was decent. You have one of those for me?” Quinn holds up the black mug. I pick it up and take a swig. “I’ll start loading the van.”

“Already done,” Finn pipes up and says, half of a bagel hanging out of his mouth. “Ry is worse than you are. Total taskmaster, she had us up at four.”

“Oh…okay…thanks,” I say, but everyone is too busy getting their breakfast to notice me. This is weird. Leaning against the counter, I keep my eyes on Ry, her smile or, more accurately, her mouth. Shaking my head to rid it of the visceral images of last night, I grab the bag of blueberry bagels and toss one into the toaster.

As soon as we’re alone, I step up beside her. “We need to talk,” I say.

“About what?” Ry stares at me, her gray eyes all innocent and shit, but she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, licking the jam off of her fingers. Each digit disappears inside her mouth, and my already misbehaving cock thickens.

“You know what, we can’t do it again,” I say, looking over my shoulder. No one is in earshot.

“What did we do?”

“This is not funny, Ry. We can’t do anything like that again,” I repeat, hoping that I’ll feel the conviction of my words.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to be more clear. I don’t remember doing anything that we can’t do again.”

I want to snarl at her. “What we did. What you did,” I say firmly, making sure to emphasize her sneaking into my room. “Your brother will cut me up into tiny pieces. It was a one-time thing, that’s it.”

Her bottom lip pushes out as she tilts her head. “I don’t know what you’re going on about, but you better grab your bagel, or it’s going to burn.” As soon as I look away, she slips past me and out the door. Son of a bitch. I look at my bagel and then at theempty doorway. It can’t have been a dream…can it? No. Maybe? No. She’s fucking with me. Fuck.

I butter my bagel and grab my travel mug before meeting everyone at the door. My mom is up just to say goodbye. I love that even though I’m twenty-three now, she still gets tears in her eyes whenever I leave. I wrap my mom up in a hug.

“I’m going to miss all of you. I won’t miss the noise, but the house isn’t going to be the same without seeing you every day. I’m so proud.” Pulling back, I give my mom a kiss on the forehead.

“I’ll miss you too, mom.”

“Same, Mrs. Knight,” comes the choir of voices and hugs.

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