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There’s something inherently sexy as hell about fucking someone’s face, using your hands to push their head onto youas you thrust into their mouth and although that’s not what’s happening, when I look down, I can imagine it with ease.

With my tension already mounting to insane levels, I make two punishing thrusts into his hand and come so hard the clench of my abs almost sends my chest into the steering wheel.

“Ah! Fuck!”

Dylan reacts in time to grab the wheel and pull us back into our lane before I side-swipe a Miata. I hadn’t realized my eyes had closed as my orgasm claimed me.

“Holy hell, you’re good at that,” I tell him as my breathing begins to even out.

“I think edging you just became my new favorite hobby,” he smirks.

“Just remember, two can play that game, Ryder.”

Despite the shitstorm waiting for us at home, coming clean to my father about the fact that I’m not only gay, but with Dylan, has sparked hope inside me.

I can’t help my chuckle. “I guess burning your life down is one way of forcing you to rebuild it. And if you have to rebuild it, it might as well be exactly what you want.”

Chapter 26

Dylan

We only have about thirty-five minutes of peace, holding hands, humming along to Beautiful Deceit on Spotify, before it’s my phone’s turn to start ringing.

I silence the call, wanting more moments of peace, but Jake looks at me with his perfect brows raised.

“You might as well answer that. I don’t want your dad coming out the front door with a shotgun thinking I defiled his baby and then broke his heart.”

“If anyone got defiled, Jake, it wasyou,” I tease back even as I swipe right on my screen to answer the call. I place it on speakerphone and lay it on my knee.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Dylan, we need to talk.” His tone seems aggressively somber for an engagement announcement...even if he thinks it’s real.

“I know about the newspaper article,” I reassure him. “Cassie sent it to me earlier.”

“The what?” he asks, almost annoyed.If he didn’t call me about the article…

“Dad, what did you call to talk about?”

“How far are you from the house?” he asks instead of answering my question, which I don’t like at all.

“Is Cassie okay?”

“Howfar, Dylan?”

“Dad!” I shout. “Answer me right the fuck now. Is Cass okay?”

“Yes, Cassie’s fine.”

Something’s off and I don’t believe him.

“Let me talk to her,” I demand.

“Dyl, she’s…packing.”

“Packing? Where the fuck is she going? Put her on the phone, Dad.”

He huffs a sigh and I hear him moving through the house until finally I hear his knuckles rap on her door.

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