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As his seed occupies every inch his cock can’t take, I feel the gruff rumble of his voice against my neck, the possessiveness of his hands as they manhandle my breasts, and the desperation of his breath as it fights through thegasps, his voice becoming a violent predator in the room as it begs to be heard.
“I’ll always fucking own you, Amber. I could be dead, buried, and rolling in my grave, but even in the afterlife, my heart will always only beat for you.” He seals his words with a possessive kiss; one I feel all the way in my toes that finally aren’t frozen anymore.
Chapter Sixteen
Eddie
Amber left early in the morning, my mark still imbedded in her flesh, a slight reddish-purple bruising forming around it. The thought of getting my bite tattooed permanently on her has my dick hardened with excitement. Last night was by far the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and if she didn’t have to work this morning, I wouldn’t have let her leave.
But alas, our night of endless sex had to end sometime, and now that she’s gone, I’m missing her like crazy. Guess the only thing I can do to distract myself is go have breakfast with my parents. The appetite I worked up over the last twelve hours would feed a thousand hungry men.
My dad’s waiting by his back door for me with a cup of fresh coffee in one hand, a delicious breakfast sandwich in the other, and the biggest smile on his damn face.
“That storm was a big one last night, wasn’t it?” he askscasually, winking at me with his only good eye.
“Yeah, pretty big,” I drawl out, unable to meet his gaze.He knows. How the fuck he knows I have no idea.
“Your mother once told me that rain was like the aphrodisiac of the weather world. By what happened to you last night, I’d say she’s right.”
Groaning, I hide my head, the embarrassment already kicking in. “Oh god. Please don’t tell me you saw—”
“It’s okay, Son. If your mother looked like Amber, I’d be fucking her every time it rains too.”
“Geez, what did you see?”
He laughs. “Pretty much everything. Your mother had a camera installed on that old tree house years ago. We had some neighborhood brats that were using it as a camp out spot. All it took was one visit from the one-eyed forest creeper for those little bastards to take off and never come back. But yeah, you two put on quite the show…”
“Dad—”
He cuts me off. “Don’t worry, the second your mother and I realized what was going on, we cut the feed to the camera off, giving you your privacy. But color us both surprised when the feed alerted us to movement at the treehouse, and that movement ended up being our son going to pound town on his hot little girlfriend.”
“Fiancée, Dad. She’s my fiancée. We’re getting married in a month.”
His eyebrow arches with approval. “Good. Glad to see you come to your senses. That girl is perfect for you. Your mother’s cards say so.”
It’s like my mother just knows when we’re talking about her because she floats into the room, grinning even wider than my father, giving me that motherly look I hate so much.
“Don’t you start too,” I threaten, pointing my fork directly at her. “Dad already outed you two.”
My mother holds up her hands, feigning innocence. “I won’t say a word,” she says, buttering her bagel that dad just handed her from the toaster. There’s an awkward silence before she turns around, her smile roasting me from afar. “But I must ask, how in the hell did you two survive in the cold like that? It was just above freezing last night.”
“Ugh, do I have to tell you?”
“Inquiring mothers want to know,” she exclaims, winking obnoxiously.
“Body heat works wonders to battle the cold,” I mumble through my sandwich, the delicious feast suddenly tasting dryer than the Sahara Desert.
“I knew it!” she shouts, putting a hand in front of my father’s face. “Pay up, Papa, you lose.”
My father slaps a hundred-dollar bill in her hand, shaking his head the whole time. “For fuck’s sake.”
“You guys bet on my sex life?”
The way they both look at me with no remorse, shrugging like it’s not the biggest deal to have your parents basically catch a glimpse of your unknown sex tape being recorded, is deeply disturbing.
“Not exactly your sex life. Your mother bet me that you guys were going at it too hot and heavy for you to notice the cold air. I told her it was the heat of the engine keeping you guys going. But no, according to you, it’s your ability to fuck like a madman.”
My mother pats his face and grins. “He takes after his Papa.”
