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“You’re going to come for me, Ash. That’s all it is. A fucking orgasm like you never felt before,” I tell her. I play with her clit, getting her worked up before I slow down and start all over. I keep going, using my cum as lube and wrapping my other arm around her to hold her up because when she comes, she fucking explodes.

“Tristan!” My name leaves her mouth in a fucking scream that I wish her little boyfriend could hear. Her body convulses and shivers as I keep pressure on her clit.

When her eyes begin to roll back, I ease up on her as she tries so hard to catch her breath.

“Nobody has ever touched me there,” she says softly.

“And you just let your stepbrother, the most sinister thing you can see, touch you. How does it feel?” I ask her wondering what she will say.

“I don’t even know. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“You want more?”

“Can I have more?” I chuckle now.

“You can have whatever you want, Ash. I told you, just ask.”

Chapter 10

Ash

I don’t know how I feel. I let him touch me. I touched him. This is wrong. It’s all so wrong, and yet I wanted more. I wanted to see what he felt like inside me, but I didn’t ask him. I was too afraid of what that might mean to the two of us.

“You ready?” Amy asks as I fix my dress and my hair.

“Are you, is the better question?” She laughs at me and then pulls me into a side hug.

“I love your dad. He’s a wonderful man. And thank you for giving Tristan a chance. I know he’s different,” she says.

“He’s really not that bad.” Now she tenses.

“I didn’t say that, Ash. Tristan has more demons than any of us realize. The things he likes and does, I don’t even want to know all of it.”

“He doesn’t seem that bad.”

“He’s not when he’s under control. It’s when he loses that control,” she admits to me. I nod my head.

“I’ll be careful around him.”

“Good. I don’t want you getting hurt,” she adds. I nod my head, and the music begins to play. We step out of the room and Tristan is there waiting. He hugs his mom and tells her she’s beautiful before offering me his arm. I slide mine through his, and we begin to walk toward the door.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says as we walk.

“It’s for the best.”

“Why is that?”

“I have a boyfriend, and I allowed you to touch me. It’s a sin.”

“I think we’re way past the sinning stage, don’t you?” he asks. I look up at him and shake my head.

“I’ve realized I should have stopped myself and I didn’t. That’s my sin to carry.”

“Stop with this sinning shit, Ash. We were both there. You wanted it,” he tells me.

“And now I don’t.”

“I bet you’re fucking wet for me right now. How are you going to walk down the aisle on my arm with that slickness between your thighs?” Shivers roll over my body, and he can see it. Bumps form on my flesh from his words, and I have to take a deep breath to calm myself down.

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