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It’s too much. The physical pleasure. The emotions.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, straining against me, her breaths harsh. And then her entire body begins to tremble, her pussy pulsing around my thickness, surges of electricity pulsating between us.

She gasps and I groan and we’re both coming so hard that I’m pretty sure the bed is about to break under us. My cock explodes inside of her, throbbing, shuddering, white hot heat erupts from me and in me. My vision darkens and I swear for a moment the world stops.

And then I’m collapsing, trying not to crush her with my weight, but unable to move.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur against her ear when I’m finally able to catch my breath.

“That was...” Her words are slurred slightly, and when I roll to my side, I see her eyes close. “Amazing,” she says sleepily.

I chuckle. “I thought it was the guy who’s supposed to fall asleep after sex.”

She just smiles, snuggling closer. “I like having you here.”

I wrap my arms around her, drawing her to my chest. “Yeah,” I say, my voice heavy with the truth that this is all temporary. “I like being here.”

It’s not long before she’s fast asleep in my arms, snoring softly. And for the first time in ages, I fall asleep without the aid of booze or sleeping pills. With her beside me, I feel my body relax in a way it never does.

* * *

Cadence returns from Mitch’s, seemingly unscathed. Ember had laid down some ground rules before she left, and it seems like for once he might have respected them. But when he drops her off, there is an obvious tension in the air. Like he is holding something back.

“What aren’t you saying?” Ember asks. She and Mitch stand in the foyer, and I try to distract myself by tuning a guitar. Cadence runs into the house with her duffel bag.

“Nothing,” Mitch says. “We had a great night. Deb loves her.”

“Good,” Ember says. “I want Cadence to feel loved. To be happy.”

Mitch gives her a smirk. My jaw clenches when I see the way he looks at her. Like she’s a fool, a piece of trash. As if he thinks she is below him.

It makes my chest burn with anger, who the fuck does he think he is? But thankfully, he leaves as quickly as he came.

Once his car pulls away, Ember’s eyes find mine. “You better be in my room tonight,” she says with a weary laugh.

She’s trying to keep this light - but at this point, after the things we’ve shared - we both know that’s impossible.

Whatever we have going on, it’s heavy as fuck. And I’m not sure either of us are in a place to carry that weight.

Later, I come into her room once the house is still, past midnight. She reaches for me, her fingers threading through my hair as I enter her. We don’t talk, we silently fuck, let go and come back and start all over again.

Tears slide down her cheeks as she rides me, sitting down on my hard cock, I hold her hips as she moves, her mouth on mine, the salty tears falling to my face. I kiss her hard, as hard as I fuck her. And we come, breathless, exhausted. As one.

When I wake, I realize it’s well past dawn, and the last thing Ember needs is her daughter finding me in her bed. It’s too much of a risk to stay - one of the guys sees me here and it will confirm everything they already think.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Ember is still fast asleep beside me, snuggled close, a small smile playing at her lips. I don’t want to wake her, so I do my best to roll out of bed slowly, and gather my clothes. I put my jeans on, then quietly open the door, then close it gently behind me.

“Fun night?” a deep voice says behind me.

I turn, meeting Synn’s gaze. He’s sitting at the kitchen island eating a bowl of cereal, and the look he gives me, he knows exactly what I’ve been up to.

With a heavy sigh, I walk toward him, knowing there’s no point denying it. I grab a bowl and pour cereal and milk in it. Synn hands me a spoon, still glowering at me.

“You going to lecture me?” I ask.

He grunts. “Would it matter? You do whatever you want anyway.”

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