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The orgasm that rolls through me this time is slow and languid. It’s not the intense explosion like the first time, but a long-lasting, feel-good release.
“Take this cum. Filling you up again. Such. A. Good. Boy,” I grit out between a tightly clenched jaw.
The praise pushes him over the edge, and he comes with a whimper. His hole squeezes my sensitive cock almost painfully.
I slip out, wrapping my arms tightly around him as we both breathe heavily. Neither of us cares about the mess this time, not even Linc. Our emotions are high, and our love is deep.Real.I will do anything for him. Tell him anything. My deepest darkest secrets. I would jump off a cliff if it meant he didn’t have to.
“I love you, Lincoln Anderson,” I say one more time, squeezing him tightly, but he’s already starting to snore lightly.
“So. Fucking. Much.” My voice cracks, unable to hide the utter truth of my words.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
REMI
The gash in my side throbs as I gingerly sit down in the overstuffed leather chair. The double dicking-down I just gave Lincoln probably didn’t help the situation, but I wouldn’t take back everything we just did. Everything we just said.
I love you.
I said it. He said it. We said it.
It’s like we couldn’t stop once we started—both of us unfamiliar with hearing or saying the words.
Linc went home before his parents could return from their trip and wonder why he isn’t sitting at the table in a suit and fucking tie, waiting for dinner like a good boy. I hate that he’s over there dealing with them alone, but at least I know he’s safe. Away from me and the threats that follow.
I asked Linc not to say anything about what happened to us in Asheville, which he easily agreed to, not wanting to talk to them about much of anything really. Luckily, his face doesn’t look like mine. The slight purple bruising underneath his eyes could be dark circles from stress and no sleep. It’s not a far stretch, and I’m sure his parents won’t notice anyway.
I still haven’t spoken to Mom and Gramps about what happened. I’m not hiding per se, but with all this drama, I just need some time to escape. A quiet place to sort through these overwhelming thoughts. And up until ten minutes ago, I had no idea this place even existed.
We have a library. A full, two-story library, complete with a rolling ladder that I know Lincoln will love. Mahogany bookcases with elegantly detailed woodwork fill every inch of wall space, and file boxes and precarious old newspaper towers are stacked in the corners. The smell of dusty old books is quite soothing, and I lean back, pulling my leather jacket more tightly around me. The house is drafty, and these big, unused rooms get chilly. The fireplace is cold and empty, but there’s no way I can start one in my current condition.
I have a lot on my mind since I found out my father tried to have me jumped and held for ransom last night. Or jumped and robbed.Murdered?I don’t even really know. All I know is he’s the one who’s been threatening me with these unknown text messages.
He obviously found out about the money, correctly realizing that Mom and I are now the heirs to the Keller fortune. I have no clue how she kept it from him. Or me. The fact that she comes from money, not just regular money, but the “my butler lives on my estate in a separate house” type of money. It’s a huge secret to keep.
As I sit here stewing, I get more and more angry at her.
Why did she do this?
The entire reason those scumbags came after Linc and me was because of the decisions she’s made.
As if my thoughts alone conjure her, the large wooden library door pushes in, squeaking on its old hinges.
“Remi, baby. You in here?” Mom’s soft voice rings out, echoing around the spacious room.
I’m tempted not to answer, but I call out anyway.
“Here, Ma!”
She follows my voice until she walks around my chair, and the warm light of the small table lamp I turned on illuminates my bruised and battered face.
Mom gasps, her hand flying to her open mouth.
“Remington. What happened?” she asks, taking the seat next to me and hesitantly reaching out toward my cheek.
I dodge her touch.
“What do you think?” I reply tersely.
