Page 47 of One Spicy Summer

“I didn’t,” I say, nipping at her neck. “Talked to them a few days ago. Your dad wasn’t exactly thrilled when he found out I took a piece of his little muffin, but he was glad it was me and not some sleazeball from school.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” she says sarcastically, making me laugh. “Now move that ass and fuck me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

When she commands me, I listen, always for her.

Rotating my hips, I slip deeper inside. The way her pussy hugs my cock sends a shiver through me, and I honestly can’t tell which one of us is closer.

“My God, Ry,” she pants. “Harder.”

Grabbing the headboard, I drive into her harder, faster, feeling her heels slap against my back.

“You feel so good, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

“If you keep hitting it like that, youknowI will,” she moans, her voice unraveling with pleasure. “Ry... I’m close.”

“Me, too, baby girl. Just a few more, " I groan, struggling for breath. "Come with me, Presley.” Her body clenches around me, pushing me right over the edge. "Yes, baby," I rasp, feeling the flood of release. "Take it all."

It’sa lot, days of restraint pouring out of me, filling her.

"Goddamn, Ry! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever felt," she gasps, clinging to me as she catches her breath.

"I had to give you something unforgettable," I whisper, brushing the hair from her face. "This is only the beginning of our future, Presley."

"I hope you’re right, Rygaard," she says softly as I roll off her.

"IknowI’m right. You’ll see."

She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Did Rafe tell you he’s following you to college?”

I laugh. “He didn’t need to. No way that idiot could survive without us. I figured he’d tag along.”

"We should get washed up for dinner," she says.

I hesitate, tugging my shirt back on. "Oh, uh... I’m not staying."

She raises a brow. "My parents willhave your assif you don’t sit and eat with us instead of creeping outside the window like you usually do."

I freeze.

I was so careful, so sure she never knew. But when I look at her, there's no smugness, just something heartbreakingly soft.

“How did you guys know?”

"My parents installed cameras a while back, thought kids were knocking over trash cans. Turned out it was a mama cat feeding her kittens." She smiles faintly. "But then... they saw you."

She squeezes my hand.

"Every night, Ry. Watching us eat together. My mom swears she could see it, the longing on your face. Like you wanted to be part of something that simple."

"Family is everything to me," I say, my voice thick, "even if mine’s doing a shit job of it."

"I know, baby," she murmurs. "That’s why you’re coming downstairs. You’realreadypart of our family."

She kisses me, laces her fingers with mine, and leads me toward her bathroom.

We went downstairs and shared one of the best meals I’d ever had, the kind that fills more than just your stomach, it fills a part of you that's been empty for too long.

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