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“Vaughn,” she breathed out, and I swear my cock got harder.

I moved up to her face, and our mouths were parted as we both panted profusely, clinging to every sensation of our lovemaking. I felt myself come apart, and she was right there with me.

“I love you,” she repeated over and over, coming down my balls and on the bed, taking me right over the edge with her. I shook with my release and passionately kissed her again, wanting to savor this moment a little longer. I don’t know how long we stayed like that.

I kissed all around her face.

Her neck.

Her breasts.

Once it was time to go to the bathroom, I carried her in there with me and turned on the shower.

To take care of what was mine, now and forever?

Except there was one thing I didn’t do…

I didn’t say, “I love you too.”

CHAPTER 25

VAUGHN

Then

“I don’t want to talk!”I never yelled at my dad, but I couldn’t control the words or the volume they kept escalating to. “I love her!”

Dad circled the firepit. “Well, then, you’re an idiot.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he told me that.

“Give her up.” He crossed his arms over his stupid expensive green Gucci sweater. “Or I won’t pay for school, and you can say goodbye to the scholarship for football.”

Could he be any more dramatic? “You can’t just quit people you love, and who cares? She isn’t jeopardizing anything other than some of my time. What’s it to you?”

His eyes flickered to the fire. “Doesn’t’ matter. She’s an orphan, a foster kid. Imagine what that looks like to us?”

He was hiding something.

I frowned.

“I’ll give you a day.” He left me there, staring into the fire.

Something, again, wasn’t sitting right, so I followed him. I followed him all the way to his study, where feminine laughter that did not match my mom's trickled through the air.

The door was closed.

Was he cheating?

I slowly pushed it open and stumbled back.

It was her.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Instantly, the glass I had in my hand suddenly fell, shattering on the floor with shards and water spilling by my feet.

Everything played out in slow motion.

“Fuck!” Dad shouted, pulling out of her and yanking up his pants. She shrieked, jumping off the bed and running around to grab her scattered clothes.

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