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When he pumps his cum into me, his panting breath the only noise he makes, anothersofterwhimper drifts from my lips.

He doesn’t tense, lost to his own release, but I do. That tiny sound triggers a shockwave. Mostly because I know it’s forbidden.

Limp as spaghetti, I lie sprawled out with him above me, uncaring that I’m in the wet spot, just boneless.

Then, he laps at my forearm, his tongue swirling over the teeth marks where I burrowed them deep to stay silent.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers between licks, making me shiver.

“No need,” I mumble, flopping my free arm on the squelchy sleeping bag as that’s all I’m capable of. “You’kay?”

“Bad dream.”

I sigh. “Dad?”

“He saw my back earlier.”

Why I agreed to go camping with my parents and his in Yellowstone when we have our own goddamn forest is beyond me. I knew I shouldn’t have. The only perk is that they’re dealing with the kids tonight.

“How?” He always covers up.

“Lifted my shirt to wipe sweat off my face.”

“He confronted you about it?”I’ll kill him.

“It’s fine.”

“It gave you a nightmare,” I growl, outrage giving my muscles enough strength to twist onto my side.

“I promise, I’m okay. It was unexpected, that’s all.”

I cup his chin. “You used the lash before we left.”

“Yeah, he freaked out. How do you always know when I do it in the barn?—”

“You carry yourself differently afterward.”

And I’m not talking about hobbling to shield the pain—he bounces around like he has helium in his feet.

He sighs. “I wish I didn’t need to do it still.”

I don’t say that I agree. Even though I wish for the same thing. “Give it time, my darling.”

He rubs his nose over mine. “You taste like paradise.”

A smile curves my lips. “I enjoy being woken up like that.”

“I’m glad,” he says simply, though I know he’s uncomfortable despite me giving him explicit consent to find solace inmeafter a night terror. I’m only shocked I didn’t wake up sooner, but after a long day of hiking, I’m beat. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Three more days.”

He snorts. “Your family isn’t that bad.”

I’m lucky he thinks so.

“They’re a nightmare,” I grouse. “Dad treats you like you’re a bum. It pisses me off.”

By contrast, Giuseppe and Lilith are absolute sweethearts! How he puts up with my folks is anyone’s guess.

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