Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heaven Hill Generations Series: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Justice"Are you and my uncle dating?" Meri asks as she swims alongside of me. A little while ago I climbed up onto a float, enjoying the sun and the hot weather.Tilting my sunglasses up, I focus my attention on her. "Why do you ask that?""I heard my mom and dad talking about it the other night. Something about it being about time for it to happen. I don't know what that means, but you've always been honest with me, so I thought I'd ask."This girl…"Yes, we're dating, and between us, it is about time. Don't let your parents know they were right though," I whisper like it's our little secret.""That's exciting. Caelin is my favorite person."It's obvious the way she says the words with a lilt to her voice, he very much is. "He's one of my favorite people too. What makes him your absolute favorite?" I want to see him through her eyes. "Usually he has time for me, no matter what he's doing." She grabs another float, and I hold it while she hoists herself up. "Or if he doesn't he finds

Justice"Thanks for agreeing to sushi, Harley hates it. Can't even stand the smell of it.""And she's your best friend, so I'm sure you never get it." He picks up a piece with his chopsticks before dipping it into the soy sauce and wasabi mixture.Out of habit, I shrug. "Harley's the last person on the face of the earth I want to argue with. Even though as kids we argued all the time. It changed.""When you were kidnapped?" he finishes for me."Yeah, it's like we realized how much we love one another. It wasn't easy for her. Just like it wasn't easy for me."He's quiet for a few minutes, eating along with me. "Is it true what people say about twins?"People have said a lot about us over the years, and I wonder exactly what he's talking about. "Which part?""That you can feel when she's in trouble and vice versa. It's just something I've always heard, and I've wondered."I think of all the times I've known something happened to her, how I've felt the need to reach her before anyone else

JusticeI've never had a front-row seat to anything like this, and he's got all my attention, whether he wants it or not.Everything I see, I try to make a note of. How he pushes his shirt over his stomach, and then rubs his hand down his abdomen, before going straight for the length almost at his belly-button. It leaves a trail of moisture in its wake as he moves his hand up and down, giving it a pump."Feel good?" I ask, because the stillness and quiet of the room is disconcerting for me. Not when I just had my first orgasm given to me by something other than my own hand. "Yeah." He tilts his head back into the comforter, pressing his pelvis up into his fisted fingers, then pulling back. Such strength and force. I wonder what it'll feel like inside of me, pushing past the barrier that I've kept just for him. It's almost enough to make me have another orgasm, but I hold back, wanting to see how he handles himself. Tattooed forearm taut and sexy as hell as he grips his length tight

Caelin"Get your head in the game, man." Wild grabs hold of my arm, jerking me back from getting too close to a jack that falls a nanosecond after he pulls me to safety. "What the fuck is wrong with you today?"I'm a changed man. That's what's wrong with me.And the text message Justice sent my way? Reminding me of the orgasm I gave her? It's got me thinking about all the things I shouldn't be at work. Which is dangerous in a whole lot of ways. "Had a long night." I run my hand through my hair."Judging from the hickey on your neck, I'd say it was a good one." A know-it-all smirk spreads across his face."Don't.""Don't what?""Say those words with that much disrespect. It's not like that."He's uncomfortable judging by the redness of his face, and the way his shoulders hunch. "I didn't mean it in anyway disrespectful.""This is different than anything I've ever had," I try to convey why it bothers me. "I wanna protect her, ya know? It's never cool to talk about things happening in yo

Caelin"Come a little closer," I whisper as I crouch down toward the ground. She whines slightly, tippy tapping on the balls of her paws, seeming not to know what she should be doing. In my hand, I hold a piece of bologna. In my heart, I hold the hope that the mother and her babies will trust me enough to come out from behind the dumpster.She's standing there, peeking out at me. A few times I've seen her tail wagging. Once she slightly came out, but a loud car on the main road scared her, and she went slinking back to where she she's been hiding. There's a reminder of Justice in her hesitancy to accept what's being given. I recognize it almost as if it's her in front of me, and not this dog. It gives me more patience, and a deeper understanding of what the waiting will bring me.My legs are screaming as I hold the position, but I refuse to move. She's inching her way closer. I can cross the gap, reach out and touch her, but I don't want to scare her. Not after what it appears she's be