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His eyes close, making out with her nipple and she shifts. He pulls off, moves toward her mouth asking my permission with his eyes since his mouth is full of my cum.

My jaw steels and my hands tighten on Payson’s soft waist. “Open up, baby. Lick Daddy’s cum off his tongue.”

He’s watching me when he leans forward. He purses his lips and drops my cum into her waiting mouth. “Don’t swallow,” he tells her.

Luca presses his lips to hers, then his tongue slips in. His hand moves to his dick but he’s not stroking, just holding it. Payson kisses him but never removes her hands from mine, not because I’m holding her there either. Then she turns to me. She drops a mixture of my cum and their spits into my mouth. She greedily kisses me, crawling on my lap and tugging my hair.

She swallows, then drops her forehead to mine. “You and me.”

A deep breath rushes to my lungs and I hug her tightly. “Me and you, babygirl. Always.”

“Forever.”

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Payson

If I needed pain medication ever in my life, it’s right now. I look like I was gang banged for hours. But nope. Just an angry Ash. I have no clue how I will hide the red handprint on my throat, or the bite mark he left on the inside of my thigh. Everything else is covered by my long sleeve shirt but spandex shorts don’t hide much. They hardly hide my ass.

I stare at the white pill in my hand, debating like I’ve done all week. I know I shouldn’t be taking these; they aren’t prescribed to me, but they really do help with my leg. I pop one in the morning and basically, I’m pain free the rest of the day. Of course by night time, I can hardly walk but I don’t walk much anyway. When Ash isn’t fucking me, he is carrying me around, or we are lying in bed. Last night, the champagne helped ease the pain, because before that it was insufferable. Thankfully it mostly goes away when he is balls deep inside me and replaced with Ash’s version of pain. I prefer his kind.

The pill goes down like a bolder but once it’s down, I close the bottle and shove it into the bottom of my bag, and the reminder of how wrong it is, is gone. I jump when Janelle bangs on the door.

“Well, good morning, sleepyhead.”

She groans and shushes me before hurrying by and dropping onto the toilet to pee. “Too loud. Way too happy too.”

“You weren’t meant to drink last night, remember?”

“He told Parker not to drink, not me. I’m not his daughter, or his girlfriend.” She flashes a sloppy smile my way with her eyes still closed.

“I think it was implied.”

She pushes me from the bathroom, saying something like I’m making her lose her buzz. The shower flicks on and I settle onto my bed. The good thing about Janelle being hungover is it should take her longer to see how rough I look.

My lips are still swollen from making out; Making out with two guys back-to-back, or whatever you would call what we did. I’m still not sure how Ash will react when what happened hits him. He shooed me to the shower right after, then basically shoved me from his room, saying he needed a shower without my body as a distraction today. I tried pouting, but it got me nowhere. I guess Luca was right about one thing, it wasn’t awkward between us after. Almost like it didn’t even happen. Once I was dressed and his boner went away—everything was normal. I hope it stays that way. I like Luca, he’s hot, but not like that. I’d never want anything to come between me and Ash. Besides, it would be really awkward if something did and I had to change Ash’s name on my body to Luca. That’s actually a funny thought; I’ll need to tell Ash that. I’m sure he will appreciate it.

Someone knocks on the door, and I force my heavy body to roll off the bed and answer it.

Seeing Ronni on the other side has our argument, or whatever it was, rushing back. She said a few hurtful things about me, and I’m not quite over them. She can say I’m young as many times as she wants but it’s lost on broken ears. I might be young but I know what it feels like to not be loved, to be taken advantage of and be sought after in a truly unwanted way. Ash makes me feel none of those things. Yes, he’s older and holds a position of authority, but never once has he used that to get something from me. Yes, I liked him when I was younger but that has nothing to do with now. He loves me and he only wants what’s best for me—I just wish she could see that. Ronni has known me long enough to know when I’m truly happy, and right now, I am. Sure there are some deeper things I need to deal with—eventually, but Ash makes me happy; he protects me from my head.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

The bathroom door opens behind me, and Janelle’s groan can probably be heard clear down the hall. “I’m hungover—none of this awkwardness, I physically can’t handle it today.”

I step aside and Ronni strides in. “Good thing you have a whole day of volleyball to play.”

I smile, head for my bed, and fall back on it. “It’s only a half day, thank God. I’m exhausted.”

“Well get over it because Dad is taking us to axe throwing after.”

Shit. I forgot Janelle’s dad comes up today. I don’t think I mentioned that to Ash. I know I definitely didn’t mention the crush I had on him at one point. It was nowhere near my crush for Ash; I just found him attractive so there is no reason to mention it, but after whatever Valerie has planned today, he might be extra . . . sensitive, seeing me hang out with another guy, even if it is Janelle’s married dad.

“I can’t believe this is already our last day together,” Ronni says softly.

My stomach twists with the thought. Having Ronni here has been nice. Also has opened my eyes to the fact I don’t think Ronni and I were as close as I thought. Or maybe this small bit of tension between us is new. It’s hard to remember.

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