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I called out, my voice breaking slightly as another wave of pleasure hit me. Ace’s hand covered my mouth as he thrust a little harder, pushing me right back toward the edge. “Alright. Sleep well,” Dad said. The footsteps moved away. Ace didn’t stop. He fucked me faster now, the danger making everything more intense. “You almost got us caught,” he growled. “And you got even wetter. You love this, don’t you?” I nodded frantically against his hand, another orgasm building fast from the insane tension. His cock drove into me relentlessly, then I heard Dad’s door open and close down the hall.

"The rich marry the rich. My father and his father were once best friends before their falling out and he thinks he can use a marriage to repair that friendship," "My apologies for any rudeness but your father isn't a nice man," I waved him off and climbed out of the car. He was still leaning against the door and our bodies touched. I stared into his eyes and whispered. "Don't worry. You're right about him," Finn smiled and stared down at me. He bit his lower lips and I swore my legs melted immediately. Finn wasn't just a big, good-looking guy. He was hot. Utterly sexy without even trying and now that he tried, I nearly orgasmed.

Jax breathed, his voice rough and shaky like he was barely holding on. “She’s actually taking all of us.”Mike grunted as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding against the others. “It’s dripping everywhere, Kane. Look at this fucking mess.” His words sounded raw, almost amazed. Inside my head everything was a storm. Shame burned through me so strong I wanted to cry and hide, but at the same time this deep, needy ache kept growing. They're not just my dad's bestfriends but my bestfriends father. I felt disgusting for wanting it, for letting them use me like this, but I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching and getting even wetter around them.

“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said. He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke. “While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.” “Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.

left me feeling sick to my stomach, and I pressed my lips together to keep the bile from rising too high into my throat. “I don’t have a father,” I murmured, looking away from him. “Yes, you did,” he said, dipping his head lower to capture my eyes. “He was a border warrior. He died keeping the pack’s young alive when the western rogues cut through in winter. He never settled; he wrote of no child, but he wrote of a girl with eyes like night when it’s about to snow and a mouth that told the truth to men who weren’t ready for it. Sera.”

Her friends crowded the music near the pool, laughing too loudly, while her father's investors stood in tight circles under the patio heaters discussing numbers and pretending they were not judging everything around them. I had been moving between both worlds all night. Too young for the investors. Too serious for Chloe's wilder friends. Smiling. Laughing. Pretending I did not feel out of place. Daniel chose that exact night to tell me he was not looking for anything serious. He said it kindly. That was the worst part. Soft voice. Gentle smile. Like he was letting me down easily. Like I had imagined something more all on my own. I nodded like it did not matter.

my father replied with a chuckle. I wanted to ask my father if there was anything going on between Roni and Alessandro because the way she kept speaking was as if she had been in an uncomfortable situation before but was too afraid to tell me. “Anyway, at first, my father did not approve of my friendship with Alessandro. He knew Papa Russo and my father were heavily religious, he just felt that Alessandro would not be able to bring out the best of me -religious-wise. Anyway, we kind of faded because Papa Russo was going back to Italy and then years later, they came back and this time it was the whole family and then basically ever since then, we kept our friendship and practically became bro

I opened the chat and it read Raymond: Hey little bunny, hope you got enough rest. I don’t know why, but I found myself blushing at the message. A small, traitorous smile tugged at the corners of my lips before I could stop it. The nickname , little bunny, sent a warm flutter through my stomach. I quickly fixed my face, wiping the smile away as if someone might see it. Stop it, Nia, I scolded myself silently. He’s your boyfriend’s father. I replied quickly, my fingers hovering uncertainly over the keyboard before typing

he paused, sucking in the air while I watched him calmly. “Bryan and I were best friends; in fact, we were more like brothers. Our parents were also very close friends, so each time they visited one another, we would see and play with each other. We attended the same school and everything, we were well known among our pairs, and we were very strong and inseparable duals. Not until our parents had a conflict; it wasn’t just an ordinary conflict; and it was intense and unbelievable. They are crazy to the extent that they set off to kill and destroy one another. Bryan’s family killed my mother, and it was unexpected and tragic, which got my dad highly pissed. Since we were and are still in powe

I mean, the cause of all my fantasies is here. Okay nope. He's my father's best friend, Jesus. "What?" She must have seen the distraction on my face. "Nothing." "Is it... Oh wait, that's true; you did mention sleeping with your father's best friend that night without realizing. Is he the one you're staying with?" I stuttered, unsure if I should confirm that. She was going to go all information collector on me if I did, but my silence already gave her her answer. "Oh my God, that's crazy!"