Page 121 of Just Like That

I gasped as my pussy pulsed and my orgasm rolled through me. Bracing himself over me, JP pumped harder and faster as I rode the wave of my orgasm. My tits bounced as he thrust deeper.

JP’s hand gripped my face. “Look at me.”

I wrenched my eyes open to find his intense stare focused on only me. “You’re mine.”

“Yes.” The word was nothing more than a pathetic little noise, but I was already completely unraveled.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum so you know who you belong to.”

Jesus.The mouth on that man had my feminism flying out the window as I whimpered, unable to hold off any longer. A second orgasm slammed into me as we both toppled over the edge.

JP cursed as his back tightened and we rode the wave together. He collapsed beside me, running his rough palm over my slick skin. I preened and stretched, feeling his warm cum slowly coat my inner thigh.

You’re mine.

Our fingers intertwined, neither of us concerned about the mess we just made or the weight of the evening we just had. I rolled toward him as he mirrored my position.

A painful, unspoken truth floated between us.

I was too afraid to give my fear a voice—too afraid not to. Emotion sprang to life as my eyes welled with tears.

Had I never sought out JP, we never would have known that Russell King was his biological father. Teddy would never have been in danger and the two of us would be driving down some winding highway with the windows down and the music up.

“Hey,” he whispered and stroked my cheek. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head.

“I never should have come here,” I whispered, a tear slipping free. “But I’m glad I did. I’m happy that he met you ... that he got to experience a father’s love. I don’t care what that paper says, you’ve been more of a dad to him than anyone.”

He eased forward and his forehead dropped to mine.

“Don’t run.” His voice was laced with desperation. “Whatever you do, don’t run.”

How did he know?

Every cell in my body was screaming to run. I wanted to scoop Teddy up and bundle him in my arms. We could pile into the skoolie and head west and never look back. I didn’t need Michigan if it meant Teddy would be safe from a terrible man.

But my body refused to move. Cocooned in his arms, I melted into JP with a sob. “I’m so afraid.”

In my life, I had learned to do hard things, but nothing seemed more impossible than having to tell Teddy the truth about JP.

The next morningTeddy was his usual quirky self. I painted on a happy smile as he got ready for school.

“What are you doing today?” he asked.

Oh, nothing. Just figuring out how to break your heart and also keep you safe from your biological father, who happens to be a psychotic narcissist.

“Editing some pictures. I really need to be better about posting ... the fans are restless.” I sighed and shrugged. I hoped my smile and cheery tone sounded genuine.

Teddy frowned, and it was an arrow to my heart. He lookedso muchlike JP that I still struggled to believe they were half brothers. “Do you still love it?”

I frowned. “Love what?”

Teddy hiked his backpack on one shoulder, then the other. “Traveling. Posting about the skoolie. Being super famous.”

I chuckled. “I’ve told you ... I’m not super famous. I do enjoy the freedom of my job. But now that you mention it, I haven’t missed the traveling part as much. I liked building the skoolie and posting the progress but ...” My shoulders lifted. “Now I’m not so sure.”

“If it’s not fun, then do something else.” His serious face was so sweet.

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