LOGINSaraKen snorted as he fixed his own jeans. “There she goes again. Two minutes ago you were riding my face and calling my tongue good and now I’m back to being nothing. Classic Sara.”“You’ve always been an idiot,” I muttered, but the words felt heavy. The high was crashing hard now. All the family shit I’d been fucking away started crawling back in. Saphira ignoring me like I don’t even exist. Dad keeping all those secrets. Mom slapping my bio dad across the face like that. It made my throat tight and I hated how fast the sad feeling hit after laughing and moaning with Ken.He started the car and the engine rumbled. “Whatever you say, trouble. But my place is out tonight. I still live with my parents and I’m not explaining why I smell like pussy and bad decisions when I walk in at this hour. That would be actually gross.”I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Yeah that’s nasty. Fine. Just find a hotel or something. And drive normal, don’t kill us both because you can’t keep your hands t
Sara I was still slumped against Ken’s chest, all sweaty and sticky, my heart pounding like crazy when I felt him twitch inside me again. The condom was full and warm and kind of gross now but my body didn’t care. I shifted a little on his lap and muttered right against his neck, “You heard what I said earlier. You come, then you eat me out after. Don’t you dare skip it or I’ll slap that stupid grin off your face.”Ken let out a rough laugh that shook both of us. His hands stayed on my hips like he wasn’t ready to let go yet. “Bossy as hell even when you’re still sitting on my dick. Fine, trouble. Get up here then. I’m not done with that pussy anyway.”I climbed off him slowly , his cock sliding out and leaving me empty and aching. My legs felt like jelly already but I moved anyway, letting him shove the seat back as far as it would go. The car was still foggy from all the breathing and moaning we’d been doing. I swung one leg over his head and lowered myself down until my knees pres
SaraI shoved Ken’s head down hard between my legs, my fingers twisted tight in his hair. “Stop playing with my tits and put that annoying mouth to better use, idiot.”He grinned against my thigh like the smug bastard he was, even with his split lip. “Bossy as hell. I like it.” Then he yanked my jeans and panties down my thighs in one rough pull. The car was too small for this shit. My knee banged the dashboard and I cursed, but he didn’t care. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, the other shoved up weird against the seat, and dove in like he’d been waiting for permission.At first he teased, kissing the inside of my thigh real slow, lips brushing the skin right next to where I needed him. I bucked my hips trying to get his mouth on me but he pulled back with this stupid little laugh. “Impatient, Sara?”“Shut the fuck up and lick me already,” I snapped, yanking his hair harder.He finally dragged his tongue up my soaked pussy in one long slow swipe. I moaned loud, head falling
SaraI turned and there he was. Mall idiot. Looking even better under the dim bar lights with that same easy posture like nothing ever rattled him. “Ken,” he said before I could start. “My name is Ken. And I swear I am not following you. Small town. Bad timing. Whatever you want to call it.”“Annoying idiot still fits better,” I said and I rolled my eyes but I did not move away. “Do you always show up where you are not wanted?”He laughed and ordered a beer. “Only when pretty angry girls are involved apparently. You good? You look like you are trying to forget something big.”“None of your business,” I told him but the drinks had loosened my mouth. “Yesterday was supposed to be our birthday. Normal. Instead my bio dad shows up after eighteen years. Mom slaps him across the face. Dad admits he knew why the guy left and never told us. My sister is texting some mystery person instead of talking to me. So yeah. I am great.”Ken whistled low. “That is a lot. No wonder you are drinking like
SaraI stormed through the mall like everything and everyone owed me something after the disaster that was my birthday. My head would not shut up about Rowan showing up with his sad eyes and Mom slapping him and Dad looking like we had all betrayed him at once. I needed new clothes and new makeup bad. Something that would make me feel put together when nothing else was. I grabbed jeans that hugged my ass right and a couple tops that did not make me look like a sad teenager and all the lip gloss I could carry.I had bags swinging from both hands and I was checking my phone again when this tall clumsy idiot came around the corner like he had somewhere more important to be than paying attention. He slammed right into me. Hard. Everything flew out of my hands. The new top landed on the dirty floor. Lipsticks rolled everywhere like they were trying to get away from the mess that was my life.“Shit I’m so sorry,” he said fast and he dropped down to grab my stuff. “I wasn’t looking where I w
Liv Later, after the girls finally went upstairs, I found Kacy in the kitchen washing the same plate over and over. I leaned against the doorframe watching him.“You really benefited, huh?” I said quietly.He shut the water off but didn’t turn around. “I did. I got to be their dad from day one. Got to see first steps and first words. Got to be the one they ran to when they had nightmares. Rowan missed all that. I didn’t. Part of me was glad he was gone, Liv. I hate that part of me but it’s there.”I walked over and stood next to him. Not touching. Just close. “I don’t know who I’m more angry at right now. You for keeping secrets. Him for showing up. Myself for still feeling something when I saw his stupid face after all these years.”Kacy finally looked at me. His eyes were wet. “You still love him?”“No,” I said fast. Too fast. “I don’t know. I hate him. But seeing him brought everything back and I just… I slapped him because if I didn’t I might’ve done something worse. Or better. I
Liv Weeks blurred into study sessions that lasted until 3 a.m., Zoe quizzing me on biochemistry while Mia made flashcards with inappropriate drawings, Kacy cooking actual food so I didn’t live on coffee and spite. I lived in his house now, our house, maybe. My clothes in his drawer. My toothbrush
LivI blinked a couple times and the world came back all fuzzy like someone had smeared Vaseline on my eyes, and the first thing I felt was this heavy hand squeezing mine so tight I thought my fingers might snap off. Rowan. He was right there hunched over the bed, face all blotchy and wet, snot run
Liv They hooked me up to monitors, oxygen mask clamped over my nose and mouth because apparently my oxygen was tanking, and the doctor came in fast, face all serious. “Liv, we’re gonna do an ultrasound, okay? We need to see what’s happening.” I nodded, tears leaking out the sides of the mask, beca
Liv The visiting room was exactly as depressing as you’d expect, but I didn’t care about the chairs or the glass or the guard yawning in the corner. Joyce sat on the other side looking way too pleased with herself for someone in an orange jumpsuit, hair all messy but that same creepy smile plaster







