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“Parker,” I moan, pulling on his hair to tell him I need more. He takes the hint and, in a flash, plunges two fingers in, forcing a loud moan out of me. Thank god we got our own room instead of sharing. “Yes, don’t stop, please, for the love of…”

“I will never stop, Butterfly. I’m looking forward to doing this,” he adds another finger, stretching me in the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, “for the rest of my damn life.” My breathing is labored as I rock against his hands and his hard dick simultaneously. Bringing his thumb into the action, he presses hard on my clit, circling it and matching my thrusts. “That’s it. Take what you need from me because I’m about to do the same.” Seeing as he’s the only man I have ever been with, I never knew how turned on it would make me when someone spoke dirty, nasty, and demanding things to me, but I love it.

With one more circle of his thumb and thrust of his long, thick fingers, I come. “Parker,” I moan loudly, as my pussy clamps around him, keeping his fingers deep inside me. Before I’m ready for him to leave my body, he removes his fingers. Watching over my shoulder, he brings all three to his mouth, sucking all my juices off him. As soon as he’s done cleaning them, I slam my mouth to his. I taste myself on his lips and tongue. Crawling up him, I settle my still leaking pussy over his dick that is straining his boxers, trying to get out. Parker takes my face in his hand and angles me just like he wants me as he punishes my mouth with his. His teeth scrape my lips, biting me only to soothe the ache with his tongue.

The world behind my closed eyes tilts as he flips us, so I’m on my back. I scramble to help him remove his boxers and free his dick that I need fully inside my pussy, which is already aching for him again. If I had my way, this man would never leave my body. He roughly pulls my soaked panties down my legs as I stroke his dick.

“Baby, you gotta stop that, or I’m going to come on you, and I have to be inside you now. I need to be inside this tight pussy.” I stop mid-stroke leaving my hands wrapped around him, feeling him twitch. He pushes my hands off, up over my head, holding both my wrists in one of his hands.

Using his knees, he spreads my thighs further apart, and in one hard thrust, he pushes all the way in. Hitting deep inside me, making a scream rip from my throat at how full, stretched, and damn good he feels buried in my core. He doesn’t stop to give me time to adjust, but I love that. He is so unhinged that he needs my body, plus, he did tell me he was about to take what he needed from me. And I will always give it to him, just like he did me. Pulling all the way out, he slams back in, hitting that perfect spot.

“Parker,” I scream, clenching my hands tight and trying to get my legs around his waist. With his free hand, he grabs one leg and places it around his waist. Then he moves to hold the hip of the other one so hard he is sure to leave a bruise. Tightening my leg, I raise my ass up, changing the angle, so when he thrusts back in, he goes deeper than before.

“Fuck yeah. You are going to feel me every time you move tomorrow,” he groans out. Over and over, he pulls all the way out, only to slam back into me. With each hard thrust, we move up the mattress, toward the headboard. The words leaving our mouths are a jumbled mess as we race to make the other come. I flex, squeezing him, making him falter for just a second.

“God damn, baby. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, taking all of me inside you. You were made for me. Look at you, chasing that high only I can give you. But baby, you got to come now. I need you to come. I can’t hold it back anymore.” This man never comes without making sure I finish. “Emilee. Come, Butterfly,” he demands, and my muscles clench as the pleasure soars through me. He takes the hand holding me open in a tightening grip on my hip and licks two fingers, placing them on my clit as he thrusts in as hard as he can, and I’m gone. Falling over the cliff, seeing stars as I watch the man who has loved every broken piece of me lose himself.

He never looks away as his mouth opens, and my name falls off his lips. I feel him twitch and then fill me. All his strength is gone, so he can’t hold himself off me and falls fully onto my chest. His forehead is resting against mine. I can easily slip my hands from his grasp and snake my arms around him, pulling him closer. He lays his head in the crook of my neck as he slips out of me. He settles between my thighs, not moving off me. I love the weight of his body on mine. It makes me feel safe, loved, and secure.

The song “Wreckage” by Nate Smith pops into my head as I lay here running my hands through his wet hair as he places tiny kisses on my neck. “I love you. Thank you for staying and wading through the wreckage to find me,” I tell him.

“How could I not? I can’t live without my heart; you stole it the first time you looked at me. I never want it back. It’s yours to keep forever. I love you too, Emilee, today, tomorrow, and forever.” Closing my eyes, I hold him as we fall back asleep, surrounded by our love for each other.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

A knock on my bedroom door makes me pause zipping up my gold gown. “Come in,” I call out. Turning around, the door opens, and Adam stands with his hand on the knob. “I’m almost ready, I promise,” I say. I tried curling my hair like Tiffani did for prom, and now I’m running behind.

“Take your time. I actually wanted to know if you had a minute so we could talk?” He sounds and looks nervous.

“Sure,” I say as I motion for him to come in, pulling out my desk chair for him to sit in while I sit on my bed. “Is everything okay?”

“Um… yeah,” he says, but he doesn’t look at me. Instead, he stares at his lap.

“Are you sure, Bubba?” I try to sound reassuring because whatever is going on is really bothering him, and I don’t want to make it worse.

“Yeah. I should have done this long ago, but it’s better late than never, right?”

“Yeah,” I draw out.

“I’m sorry, Emilee,” he says, lifting his chin up, with tears in his eyes.

“Sorry for what, Adam? I’m confused.” I move down the mattress to get closer, grabbing his hand and feeling its slight shake.

“For not being the brother you deserve. For hating you because of something you couldn’t control.” He chokes on a sob.

“You hate me? Why?” A lump forms in my throat at his admission, but I swallow around it, trying to get my emotions under control. Is he saying he hates me now, or has he hated me in the past?

He squeezes my hand harder. “No, sissy, not hate, but hated you. That’s why I was always short with you, ignored you, and even made fun of you.”

My body leans away from him as his words feel like they physically hurt me. “You made fun of me? What did I do to you?” I whisper.

“Emilee, you did nothing to me. I don’t want to upset you, especially today, but you are leaving soon, and I need to explain everything.”

“Okay, Adam. Explain, because I don’t understand anything.”

“When Jenna came and took you with her, it hurt. Why did she only want you? You were young, so you might not remember that day, but I do. I begged her to take me as well. I wanted to live with her, you, and Levi, but she just pushed me away from her, saying no. I clung to her leg, and when she physically removed me, I ran after you guys. I refused to move from the spot by the driveway where I fell when she pushed me a second time. I sat there and cried for what must have been hours until Dad came out and picked me up. I didn’t understand why she only wanted you.” I have never seen Adam cry, so watching the tears pour out of his eyes, and the hurt lacing his words is killing me.

“I got used to not having you around, but then she brought you back. Before you came back, Mom and Dad focused on Levi and me, but then they focused all on you. All they talked about was helping you adjust to living with us and then making sure you turned out nothing like Jenna. I started hating you even more because you had her all to yourself, and in my head, you fucked it up, forcing her to bring you here. In my eyes, you had the life I wanted, but as soon as I started loving my life, you showed up, taking it for yourself.” His body is shaking, and his grip on my hand is painful, but I don’t say anything to him.

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