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“Then take what you need.” He breathes in through his teeth as I slowly lower myself down onto him, feeling the tip going deeper and deeper into my pussy. I start bouncing slowly on his cock, loving how he struggles not to throw me onto the sofa and take over.

Christian lets me take control, and it doesn’t take long until his head is leaning on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, and I know he’s trying everything to stop himself from reaching his climax until I do. He loves to watch, so he will be close by the time I am all his.

“Daddy,” I cry out as the pressure builds inside me. I’m so close, but I’m struggling on top.

“I’ve got you, Baby.” Christian tightens his grip on my hips and thrusts up into me. He takes control but keeps me on top. We stay together, both rushing to our own release, before finding it and crying out together, my whole body becoming rigid, before slumping onto him, resting my head against his chest as we both try to catch our breath.

“Three months.”

Christian's eyes open, and he looks down at me.

“Until what?”

Sitting up, I look around at the others, each now dressed with a drink.

“Until the next production is cast. If I don’t get a lead, I will throw away my pills.”

“You going to let us put a baby in you, Jazzy?” Jason asks, walking towards me, picking up the blanket and placing it back over me. Christian helps me sit across his lap.

“In three months, IF I don’t get a lead in the next production. Then, I want to start trying.”

“I think that’s fair enough, Shorty,” Maximus grins as he leans in to kiss me.

“Me too,” Sean smiles. “We all know how hard you’ve been working, and we may joke about throwing your pills out, but I can promise you we wouldn’t do that.” He looks around at his brothers with raised brows. “Would we?”

Everyone shrugs before laughing as I roll my eyes and lean back into Christian, closing my eyes as he holds me and the blanket against him.

“It’s a good job. I know the truth,” I whisper as my eyes get heavy.

“And what's that, Sweetheart?” Christian whispers into my hair.

“That as much as you all try and pretend you control me, I’m the one with the final say.” Grinning to myself, I listen to them all trying to protest, but I can hear the truth in their playful tones. They will never make me do anything I don’t want to.

ChapterThirteen

JASON

“Have you heard from Terry or Layton?” I ask Gordon as I climb into the car. The two of us have just been to check on the latest shipment of equipment delivered for Calvin and his team. When I heard how they use their knowledge and training to dig out criminals and sexual predators the police can’t find, I knew we had to do all we could to help them. With the contacts we have with weapon production as well as other items of detection and destruction, it was easy to come to a deal with them to ensure they always have the best equipment to hand. At the end of the day, that’s why we took over these contracts. To make sure the equipment didn’t end up in the wrong hands.

“Nothing, but neither would contact us unless something were wrong,” he answers as we pull away from the warehouse.

Glancing at my watch, I see it’s ten past five, which means Jasmine should be out of therapy by now. I hate that none of us are there if she’s had a painful session. The twins have both been to a meeting with a new chain of gyms to encourage them to buy our gym equipment, which Sean has designed and pushed since leaving university. It’s his side business, and it’s blooming. He organised this meeting weeks ago, so he had to be there. I tried to reschedule the handover, which Gordon and I just left, at the last minute, but it was today or never, so I had no choice. As for Christian, I have no idea where he is. We woke up to find him gone this morning, and no one can get a response from him. Even when Jaz messaged to see if he was still taking her to therapy, he didn’t reply, which upset her, even if she was unwilling to admit it.

We drive silently as I watch my phone, waiting to hear from my girl. She always sends a message in our family chat to let us know she is out of therapy and how she’s doing. I don’t know what it is, but something’s telling me I should be with her, that something’s happened, or she is upset after whatever they discussed. It’s not the first time I haven’t been able to be there, but we’ve always ensured that one of us is.

I quickly check the trackers and see that Layton's car is approaching the house. The new security system sends me a notification showing them pulling up at the back door. Jasmine jumps out of the car and heads straight for the house, not looking up at the camera and giving it a wave like usual, knowing one of us will see it.

“Head home. I want to check on Jaz before we head to the bar.” Gordon takes the turn without question.

I repeatedly try to tell myself everything is okay, but my gut tells me to get to the house as quickly as possible. I message the twins to see if they have heard from her, but Maximus immediately says they haven’t, and they are heading back to the house as well. I’m about to message him back when Layton’s name flashes up on my phone, and I answer it in less than a second.

“Hey, is she okay?”

“No,” Layton sighs before I hearNicklebackblaring in the background. “I tried to call Christian, as I know you are busy, but he’s still not answering, and neither is Terry. She needs one of you here. Who’s the closest?”

“Probably me. We will be there in five minutes. Have you spoken to the twins?”

“No, you were my first call when I couldn’t get Christian. I’m checking the tracker now, and I think Sean may be closer than you, but I can’t see where Maximus is.”

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