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He’s one to talk. I tip my fingers to my lips. “Proactive.”I defend, using Jonas’ favorite word to describe the demented mastermind.

“Are you sore, baby? Did your professor fuck you all over Manhattan?” Jonas asks, pushing his fingers palm up back in her what I already know is her tight channel.

“Yeah,” she pouts, making big doe eyes at him then looks at me. “Kiss it better?”

I stand from where I am, removing my suit jacket, carefully placing it on the arm of the oversized microfiber sofa, removing my tie, unbutton my shirt, and then my trousers, standing in nothing but my socks and boxer briefs. “I’ll do more than that, sweet girl. I have to fill you back up again.” I kneel beside Jonas, who’s still finger fucking her dark pink cunt. “You have your meeting tomorrow in Maryland. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. But this is more important than sleep.”

That it is. I grunt at him, shove my finger along with his into her slick entrance, and dive into my midnight snack, remember how beautiful she looked this morning coming all over my tongue in that house Maxine showed us, biting her hand to keep from screaming. I’ll never tire of making her come.

Jonas spreads his fingers wide but I slip mine out to play with her asshole and Damon does me the favor of spreading her thighs more so we can get better access.

“Might be an all-nighter,” I say between licks, jackhammering my tongue against that suede-like bud, sucking her into my mouth, spanking her inner thighs when she bucks, accepting my finger into her pink asshole. Her hands go to my hair, and she pulls, her little moans turning into breathy gasps that get me ready to come for her again.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, “I’m okay with that. Let me taste her. I’ve missed her all day. You aren’t allowed to do that again, by the way. It was supposed to be a surprise. But just don’t take her from me. I don’t like not having her home.”

I switch with him, my fingers working in tandem with his to stretch her. I stare at the way his tongue licks from her entrance to her clit, over and over, trying to work his tongue into her pussy while his nose strums her clit. “So fucking good.”

“Pup,” Damon says, “you were fine. She was fine.”

“Safe.” Raven breathes and pride races through me.

“That’s right, Little Bird, you weresafewith the grumpy professor.” He reassures, licking her neck, murmuring more words as she clenches around us.

Embarrassingly, it doesn’t take us more than thirty minutes to have us all coming and filling her up. Seems they missed her a little too much.

We fall asleep in the downstairs bedroom, too exhausted to make it upstairs. She sleeps between me and Jonas, Damon cuddled up behind him, his hand on her hip. After she falls asleep, I take just a few more moments of reminiscing the day, clutching her to me, listening to the wind begin to howl and watching the snow accumulate once more in the late January night.

Safe.

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But it takes less than twenty hours before it’s made known to us… that she was right. Simon Hoover wasn’t the last. Because we all get home not even twenty minutes late… and she’s gone.

And we all lose our fucking minds.

Chapter Thirty-One

Shadow.

I was a good man once.

Probably still am. I had hopes, dreams, and desires... I mean, I had endless money at my disposal and when I turned eighteen, I was going to have evenmoremoney at my fingertips. I was ready to go to college, travel a bit, and see the world without parental supervision.

The dream ended the day I turned eighteen and I found all of my acceptance letters in the trash. Except one.

"Rayne-Moore University Welcomes You!"

Blah-blah-fucking-blah.

I took the letter straight to my father's office and threw it down on his desk. "What the fuck is this?"

He turned in his chair, taking off his glasses, peering down at the page, then back up to me. "Congratulations, son. Seems you've been accepted to the most prestigious university in the northeast."

"What about Hartford? Yale?"

"That's not in the works for you.Thisis. You'll follow in my footsteps, your grandfather's footsteps – his father before him. This is our legacy."

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