Page 131 of Consume Me

“I don’t know how you do that,” Celine says.

“Because he would give up racing for me, and I would never allow that. I want him to live as free as he can. We both know afterward, the Family will come first.”

“I was thinking about our roles. I want to create an NGO—give something back. We always had a problem with our legacy being corrupt, but we have a lot of influence and money to make a difference. Make a real change,” Celine says.

A bright smile takes over Abi’s features. “My plan has always been to lead the real estate company. Then I can see my creations come to life.”

“And I am going to climb the ladder until I am the president of Eagleton College. I don’t see myself doing anything else,” I say, determination filling my chest.

We raise imaginary glasses in a toast.

“I can’t wait to be done with college and move into our home,” Abi says wistfully.

“We’re still searching for a place. Fact is, neither of us wants to move to the compound. I know we have to at some point, but maybe we can all make the estate our homes,” Celine says.

“Like a big, happy family,” I offer, thinking of Blake’s house in the woods. I could see myself living there. But I wouldn’t mind sharing a place once a week—a place with my found family.

I stand up, needing to get ready for him. “I am heading to bed.”

“You should rest while you can. Blake will be here any moment,” Abi says, voice laced with innuendo.

“Will you stop?”

“You’re loud,” Celine says, both of them giggling.

“It’s not like you’re any better.”

“Personally, I think the guys are in some sort of competition,” Celine says matter-of-factly.

“True, but I don’t mind, though,” Abi replies.

The echoes of our laughter only disappear when I close the door to Blake’s bedroom.

Getting into the tub, I soak in the bubbles.

Just a bit longer, and he’ll be here.That knowledge has butterflies flapping their wings in an erratic flurry, caressing my ribcage. Bending over the tub, I pick up my phone and I snap a pic of myself. Bubbles cover most of my body, but you can see my pointed nipples and the apex of my thighs.

I hit send. Not even a few seconds later, I get a voice message. I play it, and his low groan reverberates through me.

His voice message follows a text.

You look delicious enough to eat, and baby, I am starving.

I know what his message implies: a very long and hot sex session. From a virgin to fucking like I am a sex addict. I guess I am. He’s even surpassed my expectations.

Rinsing myself off, I blow-dry my hair and get in bed, naked.

I am his good girl, after all, and I can’t wait for him to wake me up and dirty me up.

Darkness blankets the house. Everyone must be in their rooms, but I don’t care about seeing anyone but Mia. Fuck, I missed her, even though I wasn’t away that long. My entire body buzzes with ferocious need and mad desire.

Taking two steps at a time, I let myself into my room, and there she is, naked and lying on my bed, her eyes closed––waiting for me. My insides burn to lose myself in her.

I quickly unbutton my shirt, slip off my shoes, pull down my pants, and climb between her thighs––my heavenly place. A place no sinner should be allowed, yet she spreads herself open for me, a buffet I am going to indulge.

“Hello, my pretty pussy. You have me on the brink of fucking madness.”

A smile curves the corners of her pouty lips. Pretending she’s asleep makes this even hotter. My heart fills my chest with warmth at this connection we share. I never believed in findingyour other person, even though I have witnessed it with Kaden and Celine, as well as Abigail and Dane. My soul recognizes Mia, thumping to the rhythm of one simple word––mine.

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