Page 41 of The Secrets We Share

“Digging his own grave, but for what?” I ask.

“That’s the only thing still up in the air. Let’s finish this upstairs.”

The parking garage for Harkin’s apartment comes into view. It’s surreal coming back to this place after all these months—the four of us a unit of sorts.

The three people in this car are the only people in the world who know everything and don’t run for safety. During the absolute chaos my life's become, where the fantasy I’d built in my head collided head-on with a morbid reality, I found my own family. We’re bound by loyal friendship, secrets, and a moral compass that doesn’t always point north. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

NINETEEN

HARKIN

Keep it Down - Migrant Motel

The apartment was stuffy, and somehow, a thin layer of dust had taken over every surface in less than six months. I regretted not hiring someone to clean while we were away and air the space out, but the thought never crossed my mind.

It felt amazing to fall into bed, my bed, with Keira in my arms. She’d fallen asleep in the bath against my chest as we discussed what Domenico could want with a rival family. It could be anything from gun running to joining together to take over another syndicate’s territory. What he planned to do wasn’t what had me worried. It was his banking on Keira being enough of an incentive for her grandfather to agree to his harebrained scheme.

Her bare breasts follow the rhythm of her deep, slumbering breaths. I let my fingers trace their swell. Shadows dance across her skin as the lamplight from the street trickles in through the exposed window. She doesn’t stir as I pull the blanket back,revealing her entire nakedness to my eager eyes. It doesn’t matter how many times, in how many ways, I’ve seen her like this—my mouth still waters for a taste.

My cock grows hard against her leg, casually hiked up over my side. I should let her sleep. She looks so peaceful. More so than I’ve seen in the last couple of weeks. But when my fingers run over her ass and her hips rock into me in her sleep, I can’t resist.

Slowly disentangling myself, I let her roll slowly onto her back. She arches and tucks her hands behind her head under the pillow. The shift puts her on full display. I tamp down the groan, building thick in my throat.

Crawling carefully up from the foot of the bed between her legs, I shove them gently, a little wider, until I can shift them over my shoulders. A soft whimper steals my attention from the treasure inches from my face, and I pause to see if she’s caught on to my middle-of-the-night worshipping. Her eyes are still shielded behind thick lashes. Her breaths flow evenly.

I lean forward, dragging the slightest touch of my tongue up her sleep-warmed slit. When I circle her clit for the third time, her thighs push harder against my shoulders.

“Harkin?” her raspy, sleepy voice asks in confusion.

I take the opportunity her wakefulness affords me to wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her tightly in place as I feast on her needy cunt. She grows more sensitive with every lashing against her swollen bud. Her moans fill the quiet night of our room as she gains full consciousness, leaving her dreams behind for a fantasy-driven reality.

“Fuck, slow down,” she begs breathlessly.

I chuckle, lapping at her entrance, which grows wetter by the second. Her taste is tangy on my tongue as I spear into her, fucking her as deep as I can.

“Harkin. Fuck. Please.” Her volume builds with each plea.

I pull back, and a full smile draws across my face as I take in the glazed-over bliss encroaching on her observation. She’s on the edge and ready to fall apart. Her hips buck toward me, and I chuckle.

“Eager little thing,” I taunt, blowing up her glistening slit.

She groans at the new sensation, and the sound shoots straight to my throbbing cock against the mattress. I shift my hips, trying to find an ounce of relief, but I’m more than ready to sink into her tight cunt and find my release deep inside her.

That desperation has me burying my face back between her thighs. My fingers tighten, squeezing the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs as an anchor. She’ll wear my marks there tomorrow. Pressed firmly against her, my lungs ache as my oxygen flow is restricted. But I can feel her quivering against me.

“I’m going to—Harkin!” She screams my name as the orgasm crashes through her body.

I don’t let up, extending the pleasure until she’s a twitching, whimpering mess, desperately trying to squeeze my head to get me away from her.

When she props herself up on her hands and pulls her hips away from me, I finally relent and let go, licking her cum from my lips.

Her back hits the headboard with a thud, and her chest heaves as she tries to suck in a lung full to steady herself. My fingers wrap around her ankles, resting next to my knees, and I pull hard and quick. She’s back, flat against the mattress under me, perfect for ravaging.

“You’re not going anywhere. We’re not done yet.”

My lips slam against hers. Our teeth clash as she opens for me and sucks my tongue down. I groan, and she swallows that down, too. I’m so hard and close that the tip of my hips could have me sinking into her. But I pull back against my better judgment.

“Don’t move,” I command.

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