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“Please,” I begged.

A light touch from his fingers spread my inner lips. I shivered at the contrast between his warm breath and the coolness of the air conditioning on skin that wasn’t used to being brushed by the air. Although the coolness didn’t last for long when his mouth attacked me, lapping me up as if he was someone who’d been starved and then presented with an all you can eat buffet. Witheach swipe, he took me on a rollercoaster ride and all I could do was hang on. I shoved my fingers into his hair, gripping it tightly. When one of his fingers slid lower, circling my opening, the muscles of my body clenched, tugging on his hair, pulling his mouth away.

I wanted to cry, to scream in frustration, but then he moaned. The vibrations brushed against my core, starting a whole new set of delicious tingles to race over my body.

But it wasn’t just me affected by the move.

If I’d thought Jason had been acting starved before, it was nothing to how he was now. Lips, tongue, fingers, he used them all. He pressed his finger harder against my opening. The wetness that seeped from me, coating it, allowing it to press inside, stretching me.

That cliff Jarrod had taken me to, raced towards me. There was no gentle build up, no time for second thoughts. It was just there, right in front of me. And as I teetered on the edge, Jason slid his finger deeper as he sucked on my clit, shoving me over. A shared second of pain and fear that was overwhelmed with pleasure… and I got my wish. My brain short-circuited, leaving me blissfully thoughtless, floating in a sea of black.

Kisses placed on my tummy rooted me back in the real world. When they stopped, I opened my eyes to see Jason next to me, stroking himself. I tried to sit up, wanting to help, to give him the same pleasure he’d given me, but my body was boneless. Instead, I rolled to my side, unable to take my gaze off him. He was big—not that I had any first-hand knowledge to compare him to. Thick, tatted, and pierced, like the rest of him. My mouth watered. Girls at school talked about giving BJs, but none ever talked about a piercing. How was I supposed to deal with that? Not that it seemed to cause him any problems. His hand slid up and down in a smooth motion.

“I should be doing that for you.”

He stilled, before tilting my head up to look at him. “You never have todoanything. There is no requirement for you to reciprocate. I did what I did because I wanted to. I wanted to please you, to give you pleasure.”

“I-I want to do that, too.”

“If, you’re sure?”

I nodded and reached for him. Ha captured my hand and led it to his dick, wrapping my hand around of much of it as it could. It was warmer than the rest of his skin. Softer and smoother than other parts of him despite how hard he was underneath. He kept his hand on mine and when he slid our joined hands up towards his tip, his breath hitched.

“Fuck, Baby Girl, that feels so good.”

And it must have because it only took a few strokes before he came all over our hands. He pressed a kiss to my lips. “That was amazing. Let me go get something to clean us up and then you need some sleep.”

I yawned and nodded, but that was the last thing I remembered.

14

Peter

The sound of the nursery door opening had my heart racing. When Jason had exited earlier, Jarrod and I questioned him about Katy’s state of mind, but all he did was shrug, telling us it wasn’t anything we didn’t know. She was tired, overwhelmed, and hurt. The same feelings we had, except in my case I’d swapped out hurt for shame and guilt.

I plastered a stiff smile on my face as I examined her. She’d lost some of the lines of fatigue from her body. Something that one good night of uninterrupted sleep could help with but wouldn’t fix entirely. Yet despite her body looking more refreshed, her eyes remained dull as if all life had been sucked from them. To someone who didn’t know everything that had happened, they think it was from lack of sleep, but I knew different. I, this situation, we were the cause and since I’d made this mess, I was the one who needed to step up and prove to her how much she meant to me, how much I’d changed. “Sleep well, Katy-bear?”

“I did.”

A short, two-word answer without an accompanying smile set my teeth on edge. She might have been pulling away from us for the last few weeks, but she always spoke pleasantly, always carried on the conversation. It was only the initiation of one by her—unless Liam related—that had been lacking. So, this, this was a huge, neon flashing sign. Using the topic that she didn’t shy away from, I carried on, “Liam had a great night. He woke up three times, but didn’t give us any trouble. I think Jarrod managed perfectly. After his last feed, we kept him up for a bit like you suggested, letting him do a little tummy time, before we read to him one of the nap time books. He went down almost an hour ago.”

She nodded as she twisted her fingers. One of her signs that told me how nervous she was. To my relief, Jason walked towards her, carrying a glass of her favourite fruit infused water. He kissed her temple as he handed it to her.

“Come. Have a seat at the table. Jarrod’s just finishing heating you up some breakfast.”

After taking a drink from the glass, she followed him, chewing on her lip as she walked. She took another sip and then placed her glass on the table. “We, uh, need to talk.”

“Of course, Katy-bear. Anything. Jarrod, can you turn off the stove and come over here, please?” I leaned against the counter, using it to help hold me up. At any moment, I expected my knees to give out with how serious Katy was. Every muscle in her body seemed to vibrate with tension.

“Morning, Katy.” Jarrod kissed her forehead, making me the only one not to kiss her and that bothered me. I should have done it earlier, when she first left the room, but now it would seem like it was something I was being forced to do instead of being something I was dying to. Once she gave him a wobbly smile, he came to stand beside me as Jason leaned against the far counter, facing her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but when nothing came out, she reached for her water and drank another mouthful.

The urge to pull her into my arms, to wrap her up in comfort, had me white knuckling the counter. Right now, I was probably the last person she wanted comfort from, but since I was the cause, it really fell to me to prove to her I was still her safe zone. If I didn’t, I wasn’t sure how we’d make it through this rough patch intact. I reached across the space, taking her hand in mine and giving it a little squeeze. “Take your time, Katy. We’ll always wait for you.”

When she lifted her gaze, meeting mine, the hurt and confusion I saw in her eyes, reinforced how deeply I’d messed things up. I knew I’d been acting selfishly, having lost my way when my parents died within a year of each other, leaving me adrift. My actions had smacked me upside the head when Jason had taken time away after my actions led to Katy being hurt. But I don’t think I realized until this moment, the enormity of the impact everything had on Katy. She’d always seemed so mature, taking care of everyone around her, but looking into clouded, brown eyes, I saw the seventeen-year-old girl that she was.

She swallowed twice and just as I was about to open my mouth, to thank her for all that she’d done, she stopped me. “I-I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.” Her gaze darted to Jason, who gave her a little nod, before returning to mine. “I-I think it’s time for me to go home. You’ve all learned how to look after Liam and no longer need me… to help.”

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