Page 4 of The Secrets We Share

“Taste me.”

There it is. What she really wants. I blow lightly up and down her bare pussy. Her squirming continues, and I can’t stop the chuckle it draws from me. My cock stiffens, pushing to break free from its denim prison.

When I finally draw my tongue through her folds and flick her clit, she arches into me, sighing at the first wave of pleasure. I work her body up until she’s a whimpering mess on the table. Just as her legs tighten and start to shake, I shove two fingers deep inside her tight cunt. The perfect timing has her clamping around me as her first orgasm rips through her body, drenching my digits.

One isn’t enough.

I don’t stop working my fingers in and out. As she comes down from her high and relaxes against the table, I add a thirdfinger, stretching her tight hole. She doesn’t stiffen, adjusting quickly, but this is hardly the most my girl can take.

Using my free hand, I pop the button on my jeans and shove them down, letting them fall to the floor. My dick stands at attention, the head beading with pre-cum. Slowing my fingers in her pussy, I pull them free. They’re coated in her arousal, and I use it to jerk my cock.

Her heavy eyes drop, watching my hand work up and down my shaft.

“Is this what you want?”

Eyes zoned in, she nods. The tip of her tongue peeks out, disappearing quickly as her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. There’s a hunger in her eyes that tells of a predator lying in wait for its prey.

I notch the tip at her entrance, pushing in an inch before stopping and looking up to meet her gaze. She’s always beautiful, but this right here—her pupils blown wide, her cheeks tinged pink, while she’s naked and spread before me—is the image I’ll have burned in my psyche for the rest of my days.

“More,” she whispers.

I slam home, shaking the table on its unsteady legs. “Fuuuck. This pussy feels amazing.”

Shoving my arms under her thighs, I pull her up and lift her off the table. She grabs hold of my shoulders in shock, wrapping her arms around my neck to secure her body in my grasp. The second she does, my thrusts resume, pounding into her tight flesh and chasing my release. When she cries out at the punishing pace, it only spurs me on faster.

Slamming her down on my dick, her muscles spasm, tightening around me in a vice-like grip.

“Harkin,” she screams, throwing her head back and exposing her neck.

I lean in, biting down, branding her over and over, across her chest, and down to her breasts. Rutting one more time, I come, shoving up and pulling her down against me all in one, securing my load deep inside her. It’s just another invisible mark I’ll leave behind.

Our rapid breathing slows as I set her back on the table and lean against it, my cock softening inside her but not ready to pull free.

“I’m okay,” she says, breaking the silence.

I don’t respond, instead nodding and brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. We should get back; it’ll be dark soon, and the last thing we need is to get lost in this cold. When we step out of the forest, back at the cabin, I eye the mound of freshly packed snow at the edge of the clearing. The grounds were too hard to dispose of the bodies, but I wasn’t about to leave them out for anyone to find.

Will the wildlife find them and do the job for me? One can only hope. James is aware and told me he’d take care of it if not.

“So, we’re heading back to New York?” Keira asks as she towels off from her quick shower.

I’ve packed our bags, and they’re waiting in the living room, ready to be loaded into the car. Some of the gear will have to stay locked in the basement, but it should be safe. Our addition bounds into the room at the sound of her keeper’s voice. She drops to the ground next to Keira in a watchful pose.

“Eventually,” I finally answer.

“Is it safe? I mean, if they found us here, there’s no question they have people watching the apartment in Brooklyn.”

“We’re not going back to Brooklyn. You still can’t talk to Stace, but Alina’s daughter isn’t doing well, and I thought you might want to be closer.”

“Not at the expense of our safety. She might be my niece, Harkin, but any help I can give her needs to be done from afar. Speaking of which, have the results come back yet?”

It’s taken longer than typical for a DNA test. When I realized Alina was still taking her to a public doctor and not receiving private care, James infiltrated his way into the clinic. I’m unsure how he collected the sample, but it was good enough for me to send mine and Keira’s in for matching.

I was determined to keep our location a secret in case the kit was somehow intercepted between here and New York. It needed to go on a little journey, throwing off anyone encountering it. Because of that, James only received word from the lab a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve been sitting on the results. Not that I’d told Keira that.

I draw a deep breath; this isn’t the best time to get into this. I haven’t checked to see what the results say. You’d think I’d want to know immediately and make that clean break I’ve been eagerly awaiting. But the slightest bit of doubt has crept into my head since I received the email from James. What if it comes back, and she’s somehow mine? I can’t trust myself on how I’ll react.

“No, not yet. But they should be here any day,” I strain.

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