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“Yes,” I mutter, pressing my ass against him desperately.

Grunting, he grabs my hips, and rubs against me sensually, causing tingles to surge. And with a cry, I explode, stars dancing behind my eyes.

“Fuck!” he swears, pulling out and pummeling into me. I grunt with each thrust, wailing when another orgasm shoots through me until he bottoms out and shudders.

“Ah Christ,” he moans, collapsing on top of me.

When he grabs my hands above my head, I close my eyes against the warmth surging through my chest, but it’s no use. Diem stole my heart a long fucking time ago and no matter the cruel words it seems I’ll never be able to let that flame die.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling from me.

Once he’s free, I roll over, clutching the sheet to my chest. He eyes me moodily while he pulls up his pants and I silently sigh at the buffet of muscles in my face.

“Maeve?”

We both turn at the knock on my door, and I grab the nearest thing I can find which happens to be Diem’s shirt before pulling it over my head.

“Get down,” I hiss before calling out, “Just a second.”

Bemused, Diem drops to the floor by the bed, and I smooth my hair and the covers before squeaking, “Okay.”

Dad opens the door and glances around. It takes everything in me, but I don’t squirm, even though Diem, the fucker, traces his fingers up my leg.

“You okay, kiddo? I thought I heard crying.”

I’m sure I’m beat red when I mumble, “Um yeah. I’m fine.”

Diem’s hand passes below the hem of the shirt, and I inhale before stepping onto his stomach and jumping to my bed.

His quiet oomph makes me smile as Dad says, “Hm. Okay. C’mon down. Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay.”

Since he’s standing in the door waiting for me, I hop over the other side of the bed and step into the hall.

And all through dinner, I wonder where Diem went and lament my panty-less state while eyeing my dad suspiciously.

When did my life take such a macabre freaking turn?

Chapter Sixteen

Maeve

In the morning, I wake with a groan and step into the shower.

Diem’s actions leave me with more questions than answers but clearly there’s no one I can ask. I feel physically ill at the thought of Diem’s face when I accused him of being just like his dad, but his careless words were no better. Besides, fucking Hailey knowing she’s my sister makes it that much more sordid.

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to face my dad or Diem but at least I have some control over the latter. As it stands, I’m in for more painfully awkward dinners in my future.

I’m sitting in my car in the school lot, staring at the football field when Matt appears at the window. I jump right out of my skin and gasp before exiting to his shy smile.

I don’t know what to do or say when he pulls me into his arms and instead, I close my eyes. I keep falling further down the hole of my own making and while I need to speak my truth, I’m worried about losing my friend.

“You, okay?” Matt asks and I lean back with a smile.

This is why I love my friend because he wants me to be okay and he’ll do anything to make it so. How can I ruin that?

“Yeah,” I say, pulling away.

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