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"Tom, I want you to leave," she says. "Right now. And don't come back, not unless you can do it without trying to threaten or manipulate me." She pauses, then adds softly, "And that means leaving Jake out of this too."

Tom looks like he wants to argue further, but ultimately, he knows he's lost this battle. He hangs his head, muttering something about 'being sorry' before turning and walking away.

It's baffling that he thought he could change her mind just by talking to her. He's lonely, isn't he? Despite having someone else, he still feels that way. What he did at the wedding was just for show. He doesn't actually love his new woman.

As soon as he's gone, Mia lets out a long sigh, leaning into me for support. "Thank you," she whispers. "For not interfering."

I smile softly at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her back inside the house. "You had it handled," I tell her. "But I was ready to step in if necessary."

Chapter 7

Mia

The sun is setting, casting long shadows across my parents' guest bedroom as I kneel on the floor between Jake's spread thighs. His hands are tangled in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft with soft groans of pleasure that send shivers of desire coursing through me.

I've always been a bit of a tease when it comes to sex—enjoying the build-up almost as much as the release—but today, there's something different about it. Maybe it's because we're hiding our relationship from my brother and the world for now, or maybe it's just that Jake and I have finally given in to what we've both wanted for years.

Either way, I feel insatiable, as if I could spend hours exploring every inch of his body with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. And right now, that means worshiping his hard cock between my lips.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that's formed there. Jake moans louder,his grip on my hair tightening just enough to send a thrill through me. I take him deeper then, feeling him hit the back of my throat as I relax my muscles and push myself further.

He lets out a string of curses above me, his hips bucking involuntarily as I start to bob my head, taking him in and out of my mouth in a steady rhythm. His balls are heavy and taut against my chin, and I can feel the tension building inside him. He's close.

I hum around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. "Fuck, Mia," he gasps, looking down at me with hooded eyes. "You keep doing that, and I'm not going to last much longer. You're always full of surprises."

I pull back slightly, smirking up at him as I lick my lips. "That's the idea," I say softly before taking him deep again.

He laughs as I double my efforts, wanting nothing more than to taste him as he comes apart in my mouth.

But just as I feel him start to stiffen even further, ready to explode, Jake reaches down and pulls me off him. I gasp, startled by the sudden loss of his warmth inside me.

"Hey," I protest, looking up at him with pouty lips. "What are you doing?"

He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye as he pulls me up onto the bed beside him. "It's my turn now," he says, pushing me back against the pillows and settling between my thighs. I like what I think he's planning.

Just as Jake is about to lower his head and give me the same pleasure I was just giving him, my phone rings loudly from somewhere on the floor. We both freeze for a second, our eyes meeting as we realize what's happening.

"Shit," I mutter, pushing at Jake's shoulders. "It's probably Ryan." He rolls off of me reluctantly, and I scramble to find my phone, my heart pounding in my chest.

By the time I locate it under a pile of clothes by the door, the caller ID confirms that it is indeed Ryan. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I answer the call with shaky hands. I wish this weren't happening, but I have to deal with it in the best way possible.

"Hey, Ry," I say, putting on what I hope is a casual and not-at-all-guilty voice. "What's up?"

On the screen, my brother's face appears, his eyebrows immediately furrowing as he takes in my disheveled state. I can only imagine what I look like right now—hair mussed from Jake's hands, cheeks flushed from our activities, wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt that barely covers my ass.

"Mia," Ryan says. "What are you doing?"

I blush harder, suddenly very aware of the fact that Jake is sitting on the bed behind me, most likely naked and trying to suppress laughter at this situation. I turn away from the camera slightly, hoping to hide him from view.

"Uh, nothing," I say lamely. "Just... cleaning up." Yeah, sure, because housework always involves being half-naked and out of breath.

Some people might feel breathless from that, but Ryan knows I'm in shape and never shy away from housework. He probably thinks it's bullshit, but he won't call me out on it without more evidence.

He really doesn't look convinced, his gaze darting past me as if he's trying to see something—or someone—in the background. "Where's Jake?" he asks suddenly, making my heart skip a beat.

Shit, shit, shit.

"He, uh... had somewhere to be," I say quickly, hoping that Ryan can't hear the lie in my voice. "He left earlier today." Like hell he did. He's sitting on the bed behind me, probably still trying to choke back laughter at the whole thing.

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