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“Of course. Anything else?” she asks.
“Not a thing. I love you.”
He hangs up as she smiles and tosses her phone to the side.
“Your grandfather seems like an interesting man.”
“He’s the best,” she says, grinning as she straddles my body. “That’s also the closest to ‘go have sex and make sure that man gives you orgasms’ as he’ll get.”
“Very close family,” I snort, pulling off my shirt to stare at her body.
“Hence why he bought a house here,” she laughs. “You know what that means?”
“What?” I ask, watching as she unbuttons my pants.
“I was good. This is mine.”
“I didn’t say a thing,” I chuckle, helping her pull my pants down.
“Wow.”
“You’re staring at my dick as if you’re not sure if you’re scared of it or excited by it.”
“I think the saying ‘getting back on the horse’ is completely different when the man you’re dating is hung like one,” she breathes, scooching down to lick me like an ice cream.
I forget everything I was previously thinking about and sigh, my eyes hooding as she sucks on the crown of my dick. Her mouth is stuffed full as she wraps her lips around me, saliva quickly leaking down my shaft.
“You’re going to give me a complex,” I groan.
“Mmm. Good. It’s all mine,” she mumbles. “Oh! When my family is home, it means I have lots of babysitters.”
“Good.” I pull her into my lap and rock her over my cock, enjoying her whimper as she writhes. “I’m reserving as much time with you as I can. I think you need another orgasm before I fuck you into the mattress. What do you think?”
“I’m game. You’re going to need to teach me how to use your tattoo gun at breakfast in the morning so I have some good material to tell my son when he gets home from school.”
“Done,” I murmur, kissing her. “God forbid he thinks I’m lying down on the dating game again.”
“I think this is hands down the best date I’ve ever had, Arran.”
“Anything I do with you is the best thing I’ve ever done, baby girl.”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
JUNE
DRAVEN
“Control isn’t real,” Dr. Storm says, his eyes on us through the screen. It doesn’t matter what our schedule is like, we never miss our appointments with him. “Breaking someone you claim to love is…”
“How you lose them,” I rasp. “The thing you force them to do is through duress, not because they want to do it.”
These exercises are meant to put holes in the logic we previously used when hurting people. There are other ways to protect ourselves, other resources we can use.
If we claim to care for someone, we can’t enjoy watching them suffer.
It seems like easy logic, right? However, my dad was a dick until he left my mom when I was five. After that, it was just the two of us, but I remember all the terrible things he used to say to her, even at that age.
