Page 50 of Knot That Difficult

“Did he kiss you?” I hiss, moving my hand to palm her ass. I squeeze each cheek, slapping and groping her while I thrust my hips up.

“Yes,” she moans. “He did.”

I bring my other hand to her mouth and extend two fingers. “Suck,” I order her, and she opens her mouth. I gather her saliva onto my fingers, pushing all the way back to her gag reflex, then remove them from her mouth. I move them underneath us, finding her second hole and pressing at the opening there.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she bounces on my cock. “Ben?—”

I slowly press each finger into her, stretching her ass.

“You want to take his cock in here?” I whisper, because apparently I’ve lost my goddamned mind.

Her eyes snap open in shock, then she’s coming again. Her ass clenches my fingers while her cunt strangles my cock, and I can’t hold back anymore.

My moan is as loud as hers as I empty my cum into her, pleasure coursing through my body.

When it’s over, she collapses on top of me, and I remove my fingers. I lie on the bed with her on top of me, breathing heavily.

“Oh, also,” she pants. “We have a group date, Friday night.”

“My brain isn’t working,” I mumble, closing my eyes. “What day again?”

I just had one of the biggest releases of my life, and I’m still seeing spots.

“Friday. We’re also meeting his partner, Ace.”

“Mm-hmm. That’s good.”

I’m not sure which one of us falls asleep first, but when I open my eyes again, I’m on my side facing Devyn. She’s on her side as well, changed into her pink pajamas and her face scrubbed clean of makeup.

The light is still on, and her eyes are glassy as she watches me.

“Ben?” Her voice is small, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

She swallows. “I’m really,reallyscared.”

She doesn’t need to tell me what of, though.

Change. The risks that she’s imagining in her head.

Somehow ruining our dynamic.

Losingus.

“I know, baby,” I tell her gently.

I can’t guarantee that the date will go well, but there are other things I can promise her.

“We’re always going to be a family,” I tell her. “You and me, no matter what happens.”

Sometimes, she believes me, and other times, I can tell she’s trying to.

I can’t go back and change her past, as much as I may want to, but I can make sure she never has to relive those experiences.

No more group homes. No more sleeping in cars.

No more having to use a stranger’s hose to shower in the middle of the night.

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