Page 36 of Broken Strings

“My perfect pussy, Bam. She’s such agood girl.” Then I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth, slipping them inside one after the other, sucking her essence from each dripping digit.

Ring finger.

Middle finger.

“Fuck, you taste even sweeter than I remember.”

She sucks in a breath as I offer her my index finger before she slowly leans forward, closing her mouth around her own arousal and humming her sound of approval.

“Still tastes like mine, Bam.”

I pull my finger from her mouth. She lets it go with a pop, and I slide it between my own smirking lips before shooting her a cheeky-as-fuck grin, followed by a cheekier wink.

Her eyes flutter shut as she slumps back against the shower door, her breasts heaving under the force of her climax and the emotions running riot between us. I take a moment to pull the straps back up on her vest, setting her to rights as she takes me in through hooded eyes.

“You can’t go out there looking likethat.”

She slowly raises a single brow, eyes flicking down pointedly. Her voice is a whisper, plainly not wanting to draw attention to her presence, and I glance down my body, wryly noting my rock-solid cock sending me a cheeky wink of his own.

Sorry, fucker. This wasn’t about you.

Despite the delight of being able to attain a non-medically induced boner, I can’t wait here until he decides to call it a day. Thinking quickly, I yank my lounge pants off, letting them pool on the floor.

I edge around a wide-eyed Summer and flick on the cold water.

“Only one thing for it, Bam. A cold shower.”

My leaky cock isn’t long about shrinking when I step underneath the frigid water, and not thirty seconds later, I’m leaving Summer in the ensuite to attend to my daughter, still tasting her sweetness on my taste buds.

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SUMMER

When Cade leaves the bathroom, I stand in shocked silence for another several minutes before managing to shakily turn on the shower and step under the water.

My mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts, but I’m unable to focus on a single one.

That orgasm just about blew my damn mind. Years of battery-operated boyfriends just can’t measure up to intimacy with the person you—

No, don’t you dare even think it. Youcan’tlove him. This is temporary. And it’s a lie.

Once I’ve washed away all my thoughts, I climb out of the shower and find fresh, clean clothes—all Caden-sized—on Bella’s bed. I quickly dress in the navy lounge pants and red t-shirt he’s provided before slipping from the room and following the sounds of activity.

I enter the kitchen to find Maggie cooking up a storm. She greets me with a smile and a steaming cup of coffee that smells too good to be true.

“Good morning, dearie. Mr North is on the patio with Miss Bella. I’ll bring your breakfast right out.”

The sun is beaming down, and it’s a stunning August day. Happiness fills my entire body when my eyes land on Caden and Bella, my heart filling to capacity. Bella spots me first and races along the patio to throw her little arms around my legs.

“My Summer-hero!”

I press my lips together, trying and failing to stifle my grin.

“Good morning, Curly-Sue. Did you sleep well?”

She nods effusively as she takes my hand and pulls me in the direction of her watching father. I raise my head to find his eyes on me, and my body glows under his heated gaze.

“Good morning, Summer. You look…refreshed.”

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