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I slide my hand even higher, my heart pounding with excitement. When I rub my hand up and down on the outside of his pants, he groans. “Fucking hell. We’re going to hit a main road soon.”
“Then you better pull over…”
“Oh,fuck.”
I stop rubbing, knowing this is probably wrong on some level, knowing we should be rushing toward his little brother. But I can’t help myself. Sue me. We’re a young couple, flooded with need. It’s my right to calm him down. It’sourright to have a little fun.
He drives off the road into the thick shadows of the trees. I undo his button and free his manhood, gasping when it springs up, huge and hard and ready,alwaysready for me.
“I love how hard you get for me,” I whimper, moving my head toward his glistening tip.
“I love everything about you,” he says fiercely.
We’re so,soclose to just sayingI love you. But it’s like neither of us wants to say it first, just in case.
But the truth? I love everything about him too. I even love the taste of his cock as I stretch my mouth open to take his head. I smooth my tongue over him as I stroke my hand up and down his base, working it around his shaft. He groans and slips his hand into my hair, but doesn’t push, just holds it there as though bracing me.
I stroke faster, squeezing and twisting my palm in the way he likes. His hips judder, his cock slipping deeper into my mouth. I moan around his thickness, spit sliding down his pole. With my free hand, I cup and massage his balls. That drives him toward the edge.
He groans like a beast, his breath coming faster. I swear I can feel his come pumping up his thickness before he actually explodes, like all his pleasure is gathering right at his tip in preparation.
Finally, he gasps and fires hot streams of release down the back of my throat. I even like this part, which I never would’ve believed before him. There’s something so filthy and satisfying about swallowing every drop he gives me, greedily lapping it up just like he does when he’s between my legs.
After I sit up, wiping my mouth, smiling deliriously.
He puts himself away, then grins and reaches over, gently touching my face. “You’re my Songbird,” he says. “And yet, you’re the one makingmesing.”
I laugh, touching his hand. “I’ve got to say,sir, I think it might be my favorite song of all time.”
He chuckles, then starts the car. “It’s strange, beautiful. But suddenly, I don’t feel like ripping somebody’s head off.”
I laugh again. “I wonder why…”
CHAPTER 26
DOMINIC
Liam giggles when Izzy lifts him and runs through the sprinklers with him in her arms. It’s a beautiful scene, and, of course, it makes me think of having a family with her. Not that I need any extra motivation where that’s concerned. These past few days, despite the stress or the threats still hanging over us, have been the best of my life. Because I’ve been with my woman, in perfect quiet moments, with no lies poisoning the ground between us.
Jennifer sits at my side, sipping a glass of orange juice, smiling at the scene. But there’s a hint of sadness in her expression too. She sighs and looks at me. “It was the interview that did it, Dominic,” she says. “All these years, lying to my husband because we both promised your father… and for what? So we could discover he wasn’t the man we thought he was?”
“It must’ve been tough for you too,” I say awkwardly. I always feel awkward when talking with Jennifer one-on-one, without my brother there to mute the sense of betrayal. “I know you cared about him, in your own way.”
“I loved him,” she says. “And I hated myself for betraying your mother. For years, I thought that was the worst thing your father ever did, being with me, which is why he wanted to hide his son. But that was just who he was. A man who buried the past and kept moving forward.”
I sigh, nodding. There’s no running from the truth now, and the past is even faster. There’s nothing to be done except face who he really was, which means accepting that I built the foundation of my personality on shaky ground.
“I felt the same,” I tell her. “I thought cheating on my mother was the worst thing he ever did too.”
“I’m sorry,” Jennifer says.
“Are you and your husband going to be okay?”
“He loves Liam,” she says, smiling. “He always has. He just resents me for lying, especially now that he knows who I was lying for.”
“If you ever need any help?—”
She shakes her head. “You spread yourself too thin, Dominic.”
