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I can't possibly get it. He's still inside me. It's fucked up, shockingly disrespectful, but…I want to. There's something so sinful, exciting, and dangerous about picking up the phone. Biting my lip with a salacious look in my eyes, I slide the call button right. "Don't move," I mouth.

"Hey Xan, everything okay?" I try to mask the lust in my voice as Blade grins down at me, shaking his head at my amorous antics. He props himself up on his knees, his cock angling a different way inside me, causing my hips to rise off the bed.

"I was just checking in to see if you were okay after tonight. Big night for you." It's small talk I'd usually appreciate, but right now it's the worst, when all I can think about is his dad, who's inside me.

"Oh, I'm fine." I all but purr into the phone, finding it ridiculously hard to focus when Blade starts the painful process of slowly pulling out of me. It's like I can feel every ridge and vein. "Are you and Cin continuing on?"

With a pop, Blade's no longer inside me, and I hate it. I feel empty. There's a gaping hole where he should be. While the thought of him no longer being joined with me makes me sad, his eyes are shining as he looks down at his handiwork, which immediately perks me up. What is he seeing that is delighting him so? I'm about to ask him, but I feel it instead. His cum. It’s dribbling out of me, which is making him turn more feral and possessive by the second.

Xander’s yammering in the background about something rather, but I can’t seem to concentrate when Blade slicks his index finger with his cum and places it in front of my lips. Oh, he’s a dirty, dirty daddy… and I’m fucking delighted. Poking my tongue out, I make tentative licks, tasting our combined saltiness. It melts on my tongue.

“Row, are you okay? Was that a groan? Are you feeling okay?” You bet you it was a groan. Who in their right mind could hold back when someone is feeding you their cum, while my clit is being rubbed in ministrations by their other hand.

The speed of his dexterous fingers double in speed, creating a trembling feeling in my shaky legs. There isn’t much time left to get rid of Xander, before I combust.

“Yep, just a slight headache. Gotta go. Bye,” I rush out in one breath, before punching the red button to hang up and throwing the phone haphazardly in the far corner of the hotel room. My body rocks into his hand as my orgasm slaughters me. I’m wet. So, so, so wet. I not only feel it soaking down my legs and staining the sheets, but I can hear it, see it, and smell it all around us. Incredible. My core seizes at the ferocity.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Blade croons, petting me down there until I’m done having what looks like an exorcism. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come for me.” He massages my thighs, rubbing up and down, luxuriating in the silkiness of my skin. When he’s had enough of my legs, he crawls beside me, leans on his side, and hugs me tightly to his chest.

“This is where I’m meant to be,” he says as he strokes my back and my hair, tilting my head so he has never-ending access to my mouth.

Chapter 28

Row

"You slept with him!" Tori squeals, tipping her head back and causing her mosaic scarf to fall off her head. Her exhilaration almost makes me overlook the fact that she looks weary. I knew attending the ball last night was too much for her.

I bend down to retrieve her scarf that has floated to the ground.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" I slow my stride. We stupidly agreed to walk across the Harbour Bridge today. Not to climb it, just to walk across it, taking in some of the best views in the world. I peer down, spotting the Opera House, a visual masterpiece. There truly are no words to describe the architecturally stunning structure inspired by orange segments. Stopping to take it all in, I hear the whizz of cars speeding past and see thousands of people swarming around the building. The smell of the ocean permeates the air, making me feel unbelievably lucky to experience this moment with my sister.

It's no surprise that Sydney still feels magical to us, even though we've spent most of our lives an hour and fifteen minutes west.

"I'm fine." She rolls her eyes, looking like a zombie. "Now stop changing the subject." She tugs on my arm, urging me to continue walking.

For the record, I didn't tell Tori I slept with Blade, but the hickey on my neck was apparently a dead giveaway. That, and the fact I was slightly sore and limping today. Muscles were activated that I sure as hell didn’t even know existed in the human body.

I couldn't possibly explain it in a way that she'd understand.

"Did you know this bridge is the world's largest steel arch bridge, and it stretches 1,149 metres?" Maybe if I throw fascinating facts at her, she'll give me a moment to breathe.

"Boring!" She stomps her feet as hard as she can, scoffing behind me.

"In the last 21 years, the number of steps walked over the bridge is equivalent to 7,200,000 kilometres—the same as walking from one side of Australia and back 33 times. Crazy, huh?" I keep walking, paying particular attention to my phone and the facts I've recently pulled up.

"Talk to me, Row. I don't know if there's a tomorrow for me, so I want to live—no, I need to live through you, so I can feel your joy and experience that overwhelming feeling of completeness." I don't want to be harsh, but she's playing the cancer card, and there's no way I can deny her this simple pleasure.

I give her an abridged version of our conversation and skip over the explicit details. We're close, but no one wants to hear about how I had wild sex with a guy and nearly injured his manhood.

"I love him. Like, really love him." Tears well in my eyes as I confess. I've never said those words out loud to anyone that wasn’t Tori, but I so desperately want to say them to him.

I've been staring at the concrete for the past ten minutes, not even realising we've arrived at The Rocks. My mood has become melancholic because even though he said he wants me, I don't logically think we could work in the long run.

My chest heaves as I contemplate what kind of wife he deserves and what I could never live up to. But what's even worse is the thought of what kind of mother or stepmother I'd be. It's debilitating to consider that I might turn out like my own mom. Am I even cut out to be a parent? Given the lack of positive mother figures in my life, I'm not sure it's in my DNA.

Tori pats my arm, giving me a sympathetic expression. "I don't know much about love. We've never really had any great role models to show us, Row, but I swear by just looking at Blade looking at you last night, you’re all he sees."

Scuffing my shoe against the pavement, stubbing my toe in the process, I hedge myself. "But we can never be anything more. He's my best friend's dad."

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