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Holy shit, this is hot.“You wanna be watched?”

He groaned and bit his lip, looking hot as hell. “I don’t know, Madd. Not really. But this dream got me going, and now telling you is getting me going. Anyway, so I’m fucking you hard and deep from behind, holding you by your damn throat, sinking my teeth into your neck, and damn, you were loving it. You shouted that you were gonna come, and then everyone watched as… mmm.” He swallowed, building me up so fast I was gonna blow. “Everyone watched as I came in your ass and you came hands-free all over the…fuck, I’m gonna come right now,” he warned. “Madd… fuck.”

I needed him. I rolled towards Devon and pulled him in. I kissed his neck and made his dream come true. I bit him where his shoulder met his neck, and he lost his mind, which made me lose mine.

“Ah, yes!” he rasped, coming all over my cock. Our knuckles bumped and the feeling of his hot cum on my dick threw me into overdrive. I jerked myself against him, covering us both with my mess.

I groaned against his skin, tasting the salty sweetness of his sweat. Devon dropped his dick and grabbed my hips, grinding us together to finish me off. We jumped right off that cliff from his dream, and by the time I took my first real breath, I was still soaring.

We were a panting mess of sweat and sticky cum, but it felt right. All from his dream.

“Can I admit something?” he asked through laboured breaths. I held on to him, but not too tight because it was too damn hot in here. “I love it when you’re an asshole,” he said. “When you get rough with me and treat me like you own me. I love that shit.”

Good, because I loved doing it. I was pretty dominant to my core, but so was Devon, so the fact that he liked to handle my aggression was a win in my books. I grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard. We were a mess, hadn’t showered or anything, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Sometimes, the connection became more important. This was how we showed sentimentality.

“Now I’m gonna piss you off, though,” he laughed against my cheek, pushing me off him so we could both fall on our backs.

“Why?”

“How pissed would you be if I was late to the fair party tonight?”

I looked over at him, wondering what he meant and giving him a look to tell him to get the fuck on with it.

“Brian VanErp asked if we could taxi his boat across the bay for triple the money. Nate and Xavi can do it on their own, but I kind of want to be there to see the new marina and make some connections. You wanna come with us?”

“We’re supposed to take Heidi and Jeff to the fair,” I said, but I wasn’t mad. I understood this one. “You go and I’ll meet you at the fair. Xavi and Nate are going anyway.”

“You sure? I don’t mind skipping it.”

Yes he did, but that was alright. Brian VanErp had just built an entire marina on the other side of the bay and was going to be sending his clients to Devon’s shop. He needed to be there for marketing connections, and I was happy to support him in that.

I kicked him in the hip hard enough that he fell off the bed and thumped to the floor. He cursed me, but was too lazy to get up. “I’ll go with Jeff and Heidi, but you’re driving my drunk ass home later.”

“Fair deal,” he agreed. “I’m too satisfied to move. Bring me coffee.”

I kicked him again on my way to the shower.

Themorningstartedoffwith a bang, and my day went pretty good, but the night wasn’t off to the best start.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped at my dad and then turned to face my mom. “What’s he doing here?”

Dad looked smug and vulnerable at the same time, and Mom looked guilty. Oh, I knew exactly what this was. We’d lived through it a hundred times before. I’d come by to see if she wanted to come to the fair with me, but the last thing I expected to find was my dad.

“Calm down, honey,” Mom tried to deflate me. “I invited him.”

Knew it. “Why?”

My dad had been an asshole to my mom throughout their marriage. Technically, they were still married, because who the hell could afford a divorce? He was a selfish asshole who judged everyone for everything they did, yet he never held himself to the same standards. He wasn’t ever physical with her, but he neglected her and gaslighted her whenever it suited him. Everyone was beneath him, including his sons.

“We’re just talking, hun,” Mom said. “We figured tonight was a good time because you boys were supposed to be at the fair.” She smiled at me, but I wasn’t buying it.

I looked at her harder, noticing for the first time that she appeared more put together than usual. Her hair was curled, she had way too much makeup on, and she wore a cute little summer dress. Was she seriously trying to impress this piece of shit?

“How many times are you going to let him brainwash you, Mom? You better not go back to him.” It was none of my business what she did, and I had no right to tell her that. But Xavi and I were the ones who always had to hold her together after Dad broke her heart again and again. I thought we were done with this shit for good.

“Calm down, honey. We’re just talking. Excuse me.” Mom disappeared into the bathroom. She’d never been good with confrontations.

I glared at my dad. I wasn’t good to him for much more than cash if he was hard up. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. It was as simple as that. But now that I was looking at him, I realized he looked different, healthier or something, which made me realize I hadn’t seen him in a long time. He hadn’t come to us for money in… months, maybe even half a year or even longer than that. I forgot he existed there for a bit.

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