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Heat pooled in my core as I arched against him. I was eager for more and urged him on. He understood my silent plea, his pace quickening, his hips meeting mine with a force that sent shockwaves through me at record speed. His voice was in my ear again, dirty and low. "Is this what you want? You want it hard and fast?"

“Y-yes. Please, Beck.” I moaned into his ear, my teeth teasing his earlobe as I practically begged him to fuck me harder.

My body tensed as he thrusted into me, his pace relentless. His words were filthy, his voice a rumble that vibrated through me. "Fuck, Em. You're so wet and so fucking tight." His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he took me harder, his body slick with sweat. My breath hitched, and my heart raced as I clung to him, my nails scraping his back as he took me higher and higher, his dirty talk pushing me closer to the edge.

“Beck,” I panted, unable to string words together. “Please. Can I—” I grinded my hips against him, unable to last much longer.

“Does my girl want to come, hmm?” he whispered, teasing my lower lip between his teeth.

“Please… I…” I whimpered as he relentlessly filled me.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a hungry growl in my ear. His breath was hot and ragged as his hands gripped my hips tightly. "I want to feel you come all over my cock.” His words were filled with lust as desire surged through me.

I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t deny him. My body tensed, and the room began to spin as my mouth was torn between moans and whimpers. My core clenched one last time and unravelled as I came undone.

“Ah, Beck… Fu—” My words trailed off as I let the pleasure course through my body, the euphoria unmatched.

“Fuck! Em!” He moaned against my ear, his breathing laboured as his cock pulsed inside of me.

His forehead dropped and rested against my own as we slowly came down from the high, the two of us struggling to catch our breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked. A look of concern was written all over his face.

I smiled as he kissed me gently. “I’m good if you’re good.”

10

“How was the game, darling?” My mum beamed the second I walked into the kitchen. “Come and sit down. You need to rest that ankle as much as possible.”

“I think we all need to sit down,” I replied sternly.

“That sounds serious.” My dad chuckled.

“Dad, now is not the time for jokes. I need to speak to the pair of you.”

They both sat on the sofa. Even though my ankle radiated with pain, I stood in front of them as they watched me with confused faces.

“When were you going to tell me that Emily had a son?” I asked, my eyes darted between them both.

They glanced at one another, taking a deep breath before my mum turned back to me. “There was no need to tell you. It wasn’t yours.” she whispered, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Really, Mum? The love of my life was pregnant just after I left and nobody, not even my parents, thought to tell me?”

“Son, the kid isn’t yours. I don’t see what difference it would have made.” My dad sounded so sure. Little did he know, he was wrong.

“How did you know he wasn’t mine?” I questioned, staring my father down.

“Mike came here once. He claimed he was the father of Emily’s baby. He said it would be best not to tell you. He didn’t want you to ruin your career. We agreed with that since he was one of your best mates.” Even as my dad spoke, I could see things finally clicking into place in his head.

“He was never a best mate. Emily would have never gone there with him!” I was fuming. “I missed seven years of my son’s life because everyone believed Mike?! Fucking Mike?!”

“Calm down, darling, we didn't know. He played a blinder, claiming he only had your best interests at heart.” My mum was beside me in less than a second, her hand gently squeezing my shoulder. “He said the child was his, and we didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I lost seven years with my boy because of that snake? I lost Emily because she thought I didn’t care.” I breathed shakily.

“It’s not too late, Beck. You can build a relationship with him. You can explain everything.” My dad patted my other shoulder.

“Fuck knows what he said to Emily to make her think I didn’t want them both.” I looked at my dad. “Whatever it was, it was enough for her to pretty much hate me.”

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