Page 13 of Mine to Keep

She straddles me with a fluid grace that belies the fervor of our movements, sinking down onto my hard cock as we both exhale loud moans. My hands grip her hips, guiding her as she rides me with a smooth rhythm that’s as much primal as it is sensual.

“Fuck, Tommy...” she whines, and her blue eyes darken like storm clouds, full of raw emotion and undisguised longing.

“I’ll never get enough of you, baby,” I grunt, each word punctuated by the exquisite friction of her body moving against mine.

“Yours.” That one statement uttered from her lips claims me as I claim her.

“Mine,” I affirm, my voice rough with the effort of holding back the climax building within me, wanting this moment to stretch into eternity.

Then eternity shatters with the loud drop of a leather duffel bag, the outside world intruding on us in the most violent of ways. My best friend stands at the edge of the room, his presence like a jagged blade slicing through my chest. The shock of which strikes me speechless, my heart pounding louder than the blood roaring in my ears.

“Jesus, Geoff—” I start, but words fail me, the lewd scene of me with his daughter too damning for explanations.

“What the fuck?!” he roars, a tempest of anger and disbelief as disloyalty hangs heavy in the air.

“Dad, I—” Kate’s voice breaks, and the spell of our intimate evening shatters into a million pieces. She looks at me, panic and apology warring in her gaze, both of us knowing nothing will ever be the same again.

I carefully lift her off my still-hard dick, yanking the blanket from the back of the couch and shielding our naked bodies as weget to our feet. I guide her to stand behind me, protecting her from her father’s wrath even though I know it’s directed at me and not her.

“Katie Jane, go to your room!” His voice booms like thunder, as if she’s still the little girl who’d scamper away at his stern command.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Geoff,” I bite out, my words tinged with an edge I can’t suppress. “She’s not a kid.” He may be her father, but she’s mine, and I won’t let anyone hurt her.

“Fuck you, Tommy! I trusted you!” The accusation hammers in my ears, heavy as lead.

“Geoff, listen?—”

“No! You fucking listen! My daughter? My only daughter! How could you?” His face is twisted into a mask of disgust, a sculpture of fury and heartbreak.

“Dad, it’s not his fault. I—” Kate attempts to plead with him, but his hand slices the air, cutting her off.

“Itishis fault. He seduced you, like he does all women.” His words feel like a punch in the gut even if they’re not true.

My gaze narrows as I stare back at my friend. “Now, wait a minute. Let’s just?—”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear it!”

“Damn it, Geoff. She’s a grown woman!” My voice is a roar I barely recognize as my control splinters like thin ice. “She has a right to choose who she?—”

“Who she what, Tommy? Who she fucks?”

Kate trembles behind me with quiet sobs while her father’s nostrils flare and his face flames red.

“You’re old enough to be her father!”

I inhale a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “Age doesn’t dictate feelings. What Kate and I have?—”

“Is a fucking mistake. A goddamn colossal mistake.” His voice ricochets off the walls as the wordmistakeechoes back at me like a condemnation.

“Maybe so,” I concede, the fight draining out of me for a moment. “But it’s ours to make.”

The air is thick with tension, but Geoff’s accusation manages to slice through it. “How could you, man?” His tone is heavy with disdain. “My own goddamn friend, taking advantage of my daughter. Inmyfucking house.” He shakes his head while sneering at me, and defeat settles on my shoulders.

I feel the ground shift beneath my feet, his declaration tilting my world off its axis. The bond we’ve built over more than two decades, destroyed in a matter of seconds. My chest tightens like a vise around my heart as I absorb the blow. “I’m sorry, Geoff. I should’ve?—”

“Get the fuck out of my house,” he spits, venom in every syllable. “You betrayed me, Tommy. My trust, my home... You defiled everything important to me.”

“Please, Dad, don’t do this,” Kate begs, her hands clutching at the blanket that’s the only barrier between her vulnerability and her father’s scorn.

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