Page 51 of Fourteen of a Kind

Pushing her down on the bed, I hovered over her as our lips met, and my hand traveled down her torso and the front of her panties. A gasp escaped her lips as my fingers softly stroked her and gently dipped inside. The wetness that emerged from her turned me on like I had never been turned on before. As much as my cock was aching to be inside her, I had more to explore.

Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts, taking each one in my mouth as her nipples hardened. My tongue slid down the front of her until it reached her panties. Gripping the sides, I took them down and explored her wet area, sliding my tongue up and down her swollen clit as moans escaped her.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I devoured her with my mouth, tasting the sweet innocence she possessed. Her moans grew intense as an orgasm tore through her. Standing up, I took down my underwear, rolled on a condom, and slipped inside her as our lips tangled. The pleasure I felt tore through me like a hurricane. Taking one of her arms, I secured it with my hand above her head while her other arm was wrapped around me. Her nails dug into my back with each thrust. I didn’t want this to end, but she’d come again, causing my cock to spasm out of control. I rapidly moved in and out until I couldn’t hold back anymore and buried myself deep inside her, halted, and exploded. My heart raced out of control as I lowered my body onto hers and pressed my lips against the side of her neck. Letting go of her wrist, she wrapped her other arm around me and gently stroked my back.

I lifted myself up and stared into her eyes, taking my finger and brushing away a piece of hair on her forehead. A soft smile crossed my lips, as did one on hers.

“That was really good,” I said.

“Yes, it was.”

I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back. She rolled on her side, and her fingers softly stroked my chest.

“You can stay the night if you want?”

“I’d love to stay the night. Maybe we can go for a run in the morning,” I said. “I have clothes and sneakers in the Jeep.”

“I’d like that.” She grinned.

“Your dad is going to know my car has been here all night.”

“So? I’m an adult, and I do what I want. My father already knows not to question me. He did it one time, and it was a mistake.”

“Ah. But you’ll always be daddy’s little girl, no matter how old you are.”

“I know, but it’s my life.”

“I really do like your family, Ella.”

“Thanks. Me too.” She brightly smiled, laying her head on my chest.

“If you don’t mind me asking. What did your grandfather want to talk to you about?”

She let out a sigh. “My grandma has been having some problems with her memory. I noticed it about a year ago, but it was so mild that I just chalked it up to her age. But now, it’s getting worse, and I noticed it more when she traveled with me to New York. He’s worried about her, and so am I. Unfortunately, I know what’s happening, and I need to convince her to get an MRI done.”

“She called me Henry. She probably thought I was Lily’s brother,” he said.

“No. She thought you were her ex-husband, Henry.” She lifted her head. “There isn’t enough time in the world to tell you about him. I never met him. He passed away before I came to live with my dad. Shaun and Claire are also his children from his affairs, and Nora is his daughter from one of his ex-wives. Henry also had two brothers; nobody but Barb knew about the third brother. He was only discovered after he came to town and was very ill. He and Barb kept in contact after Henry’s funeral, and he was Grayson and Gabriel’s father. Then, come to find out, he got another woman pregnant with Carter at the same time the twin’s mother was pregnant. Oh, and my Uncle Christian is my Uncle Conner’s twin brother who was stolen at birth. He discovered who his family really was after taking a 23AndMe test when he was already an adult and cardiothoracic surgeon.”

I stared at her in disbelief, furrowing my brows.

“I know. It’s a lot. There’s more, but I think you’ve heard enough for tonight.” She laughed.

“I have no words for everything you just told me,” I said.

“Can I be honest with you?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“I never tell anyone about our family like that, not even my ex.”

“Why did you tell me?” I ran my finger down her cheek.

“I don’t know. I think it’s because it felt natural to tell you. Can I ask you something?”

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