Page 88 of Cup of Lies

“Perhaps tomorrow we can all go over there,” Eva suggests, setting her phone in her lap. “Put everything out in the open and have an adult discussion.”

Koyn’s eyes in the rearview mirror are hard. He doesn’t argue with her, but his expression tells me everything. This isn’t a social visit. We’re not here to gripe Dad out for being a terrible person.

It’s so much deeper than that.

There needs to be real consequences for their actions.

Nova fusses from the car seat in the very back of the SUV. Kaitlyn stayed back with Hadley, so at least we only have one kid to worry about at the moment. I unbuckle to reach back and stuff her pacifier back in her mouth. It’s nearly time for her to eat again, but the GPS shows we’re less than fifteen minutes away.

Koyn’s phone rings and he puts it on speaker. “Yep.”

“Got boots on the ground,” Copper says. “Tell me when.”

“I’ll keep you advised. Bye.”

Eva stiffens but doesn’t add to the conversation. I know she’s nervous about what’s going to happen. If I’m being honest, I am too. These are men we both loved, maybe even still do. It’ll be messy. There’s no way around it.

After a bit, we turn down the street where Dad’s house is, and it comes into view. I’ve been here twice in my lifetime. It wasn’t one of his favorites. There aren’t any vehicles in the driveway, which means they’re lying low by hiding them inside.

We pull in next door. Eva texts with Gabby and then the garage opens. Koyn pulls the vehicle inside and the woman mashes the button to close it. They won’t know we’re here until we surprise them.

The home has four bedrooms, so everyone finds a place to crash for a few hours. Caius sets up the portable crib and after a feeding, we put Nova down for the night.

“Shower with me?”

I nod because I need to feel close to Caius right now. I’m unnerved knowing things are about to go down with Dad and Bastian. I feel sick to my stomach.

We undress and then step into the shower together. Caius’s cock is hard, poking into me as he soaps me down. My core aches. I want to have sex with him, but we’re still not able to. It doesn’t stop my pussy from fluttering every time he’s near.

“You’re killing me, love,” he rumbles, voice low and gritty. “It’s hard to be good when you’re practically begging for it.”

Am I that obvious?

I rinse off and then squeak out when he seizes my jaw in his grip. Our eyes meet and his glimmer with desire.

“Your clit’s not sore, hmm?”

“No,” I breathe. “In fact, it needs attention.”

His lips curl into a wicked grin. “I can be doting.”

I close my eyes as his palm slides down my stomach to my pussy. He’s gentle as his fingers slide between the tender lips, seeking out my clit. As soon as the pad of his finger touches it, I jolt from the wonderful sensation.

“I’ve been deprived,” I whisper. “So cruel to make me wait all this time.”

His mouth finds my neck. “The wait is over. I’ve got you now.”

I link my fingers behind his neck and hook my leg around his waist. With each swirl of his finger, I wish he’d slip it inside of me. He doesn’t. I’m not sure it would feel that good either. Still, I ache for him to fill me.

The hot water sluices down my sore breasts and over my stomach. I feel it trickling between his fingers as he works my clit into a frenzy. Stars glitter around me. I’ve missed his touch there.

Another glimpse of a forbidden fantasy enters my mind. His mouth on my nipple. The thought of not being used as a source of food and getting pleasure feels foreign.

“Can you, uh…” I trail off, unable to say the words.

“Can I what?”

I pull his head downward until he’s face first in my cleavage. He nips the inside of my breast and I moan.

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