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  Less than an hour later I’m back in Petersville, the place that never changes. I pass the restaurant Mom and Dad liked to go for their anniversary. Their house wasn’t too far from here, but I wasn’t stopping in till later. Not until I’d got this situation with Reese all sorted out. A few minutes later I’m parking on the street my school bus used to go down every morning.

  It isn’t a long walk to the address Reese has given me. Petersville is so small that the difference between the ass side of town and the good is no more than two streets. Before long, I’m standing in front of a small, gray house. It’s sandwiched between two other identical houses on either side, but this one looked a little better-maintained that the neighbors’. I double-check the address, hesitate for a second, and then knock on the door twice.

  A few seconds later, I hear some movement inside the house, and sense someone approaching the door. The image of Reese naked and desperately rubbing herself on my dick flashes into my mind, and my cock swells rapidly. Suddenly, I don’t want to face anyone other than her right now. I’ve traveled all this way, wasted all these hours. My cock is fucking throbbing and all I want is to see her again.

  The door opens, and I find myself face-to-face with the woman I haven’t been able to get out of my head ever since she ran out on me. My heart leaps up into my throat. It’s one thing to have her in my head, but it’s a whole other thing to see her in front of me like this.

  She’s dressed in a tight black vest top that shows her curves off to perfection and a pair of baggy jeans cuffed at the ankles. She looks young and fresh. Her arms are bare, and I have to fight the urge to trail my fingers down her skin just to watch her reaction. Her mouth hangs open as she meets my gaze.

  “I’m here,” I remark, and peer past her into the corridor. No one else. Just her. My cock presses painfully against my zipper. “Can I come in?”

  “Uh, sure,” she nods, stepping aside. She seems more composed. Our last encounter was on my territory, but this is hers. I pause in the hallway, looking around and straining my ears, but I can’t see or hear anyone else.

  “Where are…?”

  “My parents are just taking a nap,” she explains, the words tripping from her mouth. “They should be down in an hour or so…”

  She trails off, and I see her eyes drift helplessly down to my lips. She clasps her hands in front of her, as though trying to put a barrier between us, and leans up against the wall behind her. Her top rides up a couple of inches, exposing a sliver of her midriff. The skin looks soft and golden. I glance down at it and run my tongue over my bottom lip. I can’t wait any longer. I must taste her, right this second.

  I step towards her, taking my time, and tuck my hands behind her head. Her hair is loose and flowing around her shoulders. The silky strands tangle in my fingers. She stares up at me for a moment, her lips part as I scan her face.

  Does she want this as much as I do?

  Her eyes half-close and her breath comes quickly, and I have my answer. I press my mouth to hers, and suddenly, we are grabbing each other and making out against the wall as if we haven’t seen each other in a year, not a couple of days.

  She smells as I remember, sweet and soft and utterly addictive. She moans softly against my lips, and slides her arms around my back, pulling me closer. I can already feel my cock hard as a rock against her hips, and she begins to grind against me lightly. Teasing me. Dammit, this woman knows exactly the effect she has on me and isn’t afraid to use it. Warning bells go off, but it doesn’t stop me. Nothing can anymore. I’m that far gone.

  I want to pick her up and fuck her right there and then, but I don’t have a condom at hand and as much as I fantasized about fucking her with my bare cock, I’m not that stupid. I slide my hands down and grope her tight ass, enjoying the way she gasps into my ear at every touch. God, she feels good.

  “I’ve kept up my end of the bargain,” I growl into her ear. “What are you going to give me in return?”

  She meets my gaze, and her eyes are wide, something dark pooling somewhere in the black of her irises as she gasps, “Anything.”

  I suck in a sharp breath. Having this woman whom I want more than anything in the world offer herself up to me like that is as intoxicating as taking a drug. Part of me wants to take my time and explore every inch of her body, to bring her to the realms of pleasure she’s never even come close to before, and another part of me wants to hear her coming at that instant, her screaming my name and feel her body tensing under mine.

  There will be time later for feasting on every inch of her luscious body. Now, I lean in and kiss her neck as I pin her arms above her head. Thank God, her parents are asleep. I’m not going to need long, but I don’t want to have to rush this more than I already need to.

  I slide my lips down her neck and over her collarbone, and her entire body writhes against mine in response. “Yes, yes, like that,” she moans. She’s so sensitive, it as if every touch is driving her crazy. Wait until she sees what I have in store for her.

  I move further and further down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her. I meet her gaze from where I’m sitting on the floor, and I can see her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen and reddened. I reach up and slide my fingers into her mouth, and she closes her eyes and sucks on them obediently. Her tongue works the pads lightly, and I bite my lip to avoid groaning with pleasure. Can I get her to blow me right now? No, no, I have better things in mind. No matter how good her mouth feels around my fingers.

  I pull my fingers from her mouth, reach down, and drag her jeans down her hips so that all that’s between us is her thin cotton panties. I press a kiss against her pussy through the fabric, blowing my warm breath softly against her most sensitive spot. She lets out a small cry, gripping the wall behind her for support, and I realized at once that I’m gonna need to find a way to keep her quiet if we’re not going to wake her parents.

  In one swift motion, I rip her panties on one hip, then the other. Hooking my fingers around the flimsy fabric I yank them off her. She gasps in surprise. Before she even has a chance to close her mouth, I push the bundled fabric into her mouth.

  Yeah, that should work well enough to keep the noise down.

  Her eyes open wide as she stares down at me, but she doesn’t try to take them out. My cock aches to see her like that, her plain white panties stuffing her cheeks and her thighs part obligingly for me. This girl is way dirtier than I’ve given her credit for. I must admit I love the thought of guessing just how far she will go.

  My eyes travel down from her face to her pussy. Her outer lips are already puffy and her clit is protruding from between begging me to touch it. I spread her lips wide so I can tease her clit and drive her mad the way she drove me insane. She bucks forward at my touch, squeezing her hands into fists as I stroke along the inside of her slick lips. She gushes onto my fingers as I move my mouth closer and she feels my breath on her bare pussy.

  I know we don’t have much time, but my God, teasing her like this is just so damn tempting. Her pussy is already dripping and her reactions are so intense, that I could have happily spent the entire day pushing her until she couldn’t take any more. But we don’t have all the time in the world, and I want to make her cum.

  I seal my lips around her clit and begin to suck lightly, flicking my tongue against her sensitive white bud to coax it out of its hood. She tastes as sweet as sugar, and I instantly crave more. Even through the panties, I can hear the near-shriek of pleasure she lets out when I begin to eat her out. I wonder how many times she has done this before. Whether this is the best she’s had.

  The stray thought of another man being with her makes me angry and jealous, and I roughly plunge a finger inside her. It makes her gasp. I withdraw my finger and push it back in, this time using a corkscrew motion and going slowly. Her thighs begin to tremble. With my other hand, I rub my cock through my jeans, trying to find relief as I furiously lick and suck on her pussy.

  I explore every inch o
f her cunt like that, slowly adding another finger. She leans more firmly against the wall to keep herself from collapsing to the floor. I suck on her lips, one fat one at a time, luxuriating in the feel and honeyed taste of them in my mouth. When her hips are rocking desperately, pleading for release, I move down to her slit and lap hungrily at the juices pouring down for a few minutes.

  Then, of course, like a dog returning to its favorite toy, I return my attention to her clit. I suck on it once more. It hardens in my mouth even as the muscles in her pussy grow tight around my fingers. I know she isn’t far from coming, but when she does, it is even more intense than I expect.

  Her cunt clenches my fingers tightly, gripping me like a vice, and her eyes flutter shut as her orgasm hits her. I have made many women cum in my lifetime, but this time, this is completely different. Her scream is barely muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth, and I have to hurriedly wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright. It’s a full-body reaction, and I must admit that I’m a feeling a little proud to have drawn it out of her.

  I stand up, still holding her close, and pull the panties from her mouth. She opens her eyes, and I slide the fingers that have been inside her into her mouth. She parts her lips and sucks, gazing at me the whole time.

  Holy shit, this woman.

  I close my eyes and press my hips against hers, praying that we have time, praying that I can find some relief of my own before her parents come downstairs.

  Before I can even get my cock out, though, we hear movement from upstairs. She leaps away from me with a panicked look on her face and reaches down to pull up her jeans quickly. I stuff her panties into my pocket: a memento for later. I watch her as she tries to rearrange herself. Her lips are still glistening from her own wetness.

  I have to take a deep, steadying breath to avoid closing the gap between us and fucking her anyway.

  Chapter 6

  Reese

  We both stand stock-still and listen to the noises upstairs. Someone is getting out of bed, and I’ll put money on it being Dad. Surely, they can’t have heard us? Even though Dad’s hearing is poor at best and the drugs effectively knock Morgan into such a deep sleep that it is sometimes hard to deliberately wake her up, I can’t be totally sure that they have been oblivious to everything that we’ve been up to down here. All I can hope is that Drake managed to muffle most of my noises by stuffing my panties into my mouth.

  I have no idea what I look like, but my face feels flushed, and my breath is still coming so fast I’m sure it must be blindingly obvious to anyone who lays eyes on me that I’ve just climaxed. Terrified that I’ll give the game away, I close my eyes and try to calm myself, but it’s hard, especially knowing that he’s right there, looking at me with more lust than I know what to do with.

  How am I supposed to react normally in front of my parents with a guy like this around?

  I force my eyes open and meet Drake’s gaze once more. I’ve had guys want me, sure, but I’ve never had anyone look at me like this before. As if he wants to devour me. Maybe it’s because I haven’t really wanted any other man to drag me off into his bedroom and never let me out again; their interest has never meant anything to me.

  Drake’s interest drives me wild.

  I take another deep breath and get a firm hold of myself. This isn’t about me. Though I can’t help cursing the fact that the first guy to come along in all my twenty years of life and who is my stepmom’s son, is also a man that I honestly want to be with. He’s here to see Morgan and I shouldn’t get in the way of that with my stupidly raging hormones.

  “How have you been?” I ask awkwardly, trying to disperse the heavy fog of desire that seems to have settled over the room since we drew apart.

  He shrugs and eyes me hungrily.

  “Conversation would help,” I croak.

  “Thinking about you. You?” he mutters and lifts his chin as if daring me to agree with him; to admit that I’ve done nothing but think of him since the moment we parted company.

  “Why did you really come?” I need to know why. He was so cynical when I left. I seriously never thought he’d actually bother to come all the way here to see her.

  “To see you,” he says in a flat voice as if it should have been obvious.

  My heart leaps at his answer, but as much as I love his answer my first concern is about Morgan. I want him to be here for her sake too.

  “You are going to see her, aren’t you?” I press. “You’re going to give her a chance?”

  “Sure,” he agrees, shrugging his shoulders casually, but I can see the cynicism etched onto his face. I have no idea what is going through his head, but judging by the look on his face, it isn’t anything too good. It sucks to know that he doesn’t believe Morgan is his mom. What does he think we are up to then? A case of mistaken identity? Or maybe he thinks we’re trying to con him out of some of his cash? Or, I’m one of his adoring fans doing this to meet him and get into his pants?

  “You don’t believe us, do you?” I hear myself asking.

  He shakes his head. “Frankly, no.”

  I bow my head slightly with sadness.

  “But I’ll hear your stepmother out.”

  “Thank you.” I raise my head. I want him to know that I’m grateful, even if we both need to admit there’s something more going on here than just fulfilling my stepmother’s greatest wish.

  Before we have a chance to say anything else, Dad emerges at the top of the stairs. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand and grins broadly when he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

  “You must be Drake?” He holds his hand out to Drake.

  Drake takes his hand and shakes it. “I’m sorry to hear about your wife, Sir.”

  I’m taken aback by Drake’s politeness. This is a completely different man than the one who told me to lock the locker room door and strip naked.

  Dad’s smile is sad. “Thank you for coming. I know it’s been a big shock to you, but she really appreciates you coming to hear her out.” Dad glances over at me and I can’t help the flush that creeps up my neck. He gives me a funny look and frowns slightly. “Are you okay, honey?”

  “Uh, yeah.” I smooth down my hair and force a smile to my lips. I really hope I’m not making it too obvious that Drake has just been eating me out.

  “Do you want to offer Drake a cup of coffee or something?” Dad prompts.

  I nod quickly, throwing any thoughts of Drake’s face buried between my legs out of my mind for good. I turn towards Drake. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I mutter. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

  “Sure,” he agrees easily.

  “Right, I’ll go make some,” I say too loudly, and hurry towards the kitchen. I stand at the kitchen door and eavesdrop on their conversation.

  “Would you like to wait in the living room while I’ll go and get my wife ready?” Dad asks.

  “No, I’ll keep Reese company in the kitchen,” Drake replies.

  “That’ll be good. She needs a bit of time to wake up properly. I’ll need about ten minutes.”

  “Take your time,” Drake says politely, and Dad heads back up the stairs.

  I jump away from the kitchen door and start collecting some mugs from the cupboard.

  Drake joins me in the kitchen and stands with his hip leaning against the counter.

  I can see a little hint of worry on his face, and wonder if it’s just sinking in what he’s about to do. People don’t tend to like spending time with people who are terminally ill. I’ve discovered that since Morgan became sick. He looks a little pale, but to his credit, he doesn’t try to back out.

  “You okay?” I ask softly, and he turns to me, his face snapping back into its usual, cocky self.

  “Yeah,” he nods and watches as I fill the coffee pot and switch it on.

  “Milk?” I ask.

  He shakes his head.

  “Sugar.”

  He shakes his head again.

  I hand him the mug, careful no
t to let our fingers touch.

  He holds the mug and stares at his hands as if he is trying to psych himself up for his meeting with Morgan. “Anything I should know before I go up there?” he asks.

  “All my life I’ve never known Morgan to lie once. Not once. So, just be… open-minded,” I suggest.

  He frowns and stares into his coffee.

  “She doesn’t want anything from you, Drake,” I say gently. “She has nothing to gain by this. Just her own peace of mind. She’s dying.”

  He keeps my gaze for a second, and then nods, but before we have a chance to speak again, we are interrupted by the sound of Dad’s footsteps on the stairs. He sticks his head around the kitchen.

  “You’ll never believe this, but she’s actually wide awake.” He smiles at Drake. “Whenever you want to go up…”

  Drake puts his untouched coffee mug on the counter, nods at Dad, goes through the door. I follow and watch him pause at the bottom of the stairs for a second. Then, with a deep breath, he starts his journey up.

  Chapter 7

  Drake

  I must admit this whole thing has started to give me the creeps. I was certain that it was all a scam. Fuck, I wouldn’t even have come if I didn’t want to mark Reese as my property so damn badly.

  To start with I’m not good at all this emotional stuff, but worse I’m not so sure anymore that it’s a scam. My bullshit-o-meter has been waiting to spot a crack, a problem in the story so that I can unravel and bring the whole thing down around them, but so far nothing. Could these three really be that good at pretending?

  I straighten my shoulders. Maybe this will be it. Reese was the honey trap, the Dad is the bit player, but the woman upstairs. She’s the eye of the storm.

  I get to the landing and find three doors, but only one is slightly ajar. I start walking towards, but before I can even knock, a woman’s voice calls from inside the room, “Drake?”