no time moving back, spreading my legs and taking him inside me as I lean my front against the desk. “God, Rhys . . .”
I moan as he fills me and roll my hips as he thrusts inside. “Fuck, Blair,” he groans, and I'm already close, having been already so worked up before he pushed into me.
I keep my eyes on the front of the store, just in case there’s an approaching customer, but he makes it hard as he pushes his massive dick to the hilt, stretching my pussy around him. “God, I love when you fill me with your big cock. Don’t stop.”
But he stills, making me whimper from the loss of the movement. “Don’t say that, okay?”
What? I try not to get upset. He doesn’t sound angry, more devastated. “I’m sorry.”
He pulls back, his dick nearly all the way out, and I think he’s going to make me stop, but instead he thrusts forward, filling me again, pulling a long moan from my mouth. “Don’t be sorry.” I feel his breath on the back of my neck, and I’m glad I put my hair up today. “You feel so fucking good.”
His voice is all gravel and want, sending pleasure through my entire body. “Oh God, Rhys. Don’t stop.”
His hands grip my hips as he guides me over his cock, moving us both toward release that we both need.
I’m never going to stop trying with him, no matter the consequences. I will help him heal even if it takes a piece of me to do it.
I can feel how nervous and angry Bree is as she stands by my side with Blair looking up at the fancy prep school before us.
Bree gave both of us the silent treatment last night and this morning. And I get it. I’d be fucking pissed too if someone tried to shove me in an uppity school like this one.
The Bradfords didn’t do that to me, but I suspect it was because more questions would be asked at a small private school, especially when I was usually covered in bruises. The public school I went to probably chalked it up to me fighting. Which I did.
“Please don’t do this.” Big blue eyes look up at me, and I almost relent. But Blair speaks before I can run away with Bree.
“It won’t be so bad, Bree. I promise you, okay? The worst that’s going to happen is you get to school some douchey rich kids.”
“I don’t want to go to school with a bunch of rich jerks.”
Fuck. How can I make her do this?
“Hey, I went to a private school,” Blair says with a teasing smile, setting Bree up on purpose.
Bree scoffs, rolling her eyes and takes the easy bait. “My point.”
Blair laughs, and Bree gives her own version of a smile. I shake my head at them both but enjoy watching them. I kneel down in front of Bree, trying to get her attention. “Bree, we need this. You only have to go until we’re in the clear, until after the hearing.” Even if throwing away the rest of the twenty grand I still don’t want Blair to pony up will probably kill me. If she doesn’t want this and she’s legally ours, I’ll let her walk away the second she’s safe.
“You swear?”
My head swivels to Blair for confirmation because apparently, I do that now. She nods with a smile, and I focus back on Bree. “I promise.”
She huffs, clearly not happy as she folds her arms over her chest. “Fine. But can I ask you for something?” She looks down at the ground, looking slightly guilty as she adds, “I mean, something else.”
“You can ask us for anything,” Blair quickly reacts to her shameful appearance. “Don’t ever hold back from us.”
I nod in agreement as I stand back up, a little nervous about what she’s going to ask for.
“Okay . . . um, my birthday is this weekend.” Fuuuuuck. How did I not know that? “And I was wondering if maybe . . . Fletch and Rhett could stay over?”
Blair’s already nodding her head yes as I'm shaking my head no. “Like, stay the night? No.”
Blair shoots me an irritated look. “Rhys. It’s her birthday.”
“So I should let her have two boys stay the night?”
“Not boys, my best friends.” Bree is upset, but I’m not letting two little dipshits with dicks sleep over.
“No.” I shake my head again, clearly freaked the fuck out.
Blair rolls her eyes. “She’s turning twelve. The boys are