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I nod slowly. “I didn’t want to break this family. Not another one.”
The words slip out before I can stop them, and immediately, I regret it. The weight of my past crashes into me. The guilt, the pain of surviving when my father and brother didn’t. I suck in a breath, looking down at my lap, running my fingers over my scar.
Jake doesn’t hesitate. He reaches across the table, his large, warm hand wrapping around mine, grounding me. “Alina. You’re not going to break us. You haven’t broken anyone.”
I lift my eyes to his, and they’re steady, unwavering.
“I care about you,” he continues, giving my hand a squeeze. “And we’re going to be together. No more secrets. No more guilt.”
A lump forms in my throat, and I nod, blinking back the emotion threatening to spill over.
He leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s both reassuring and claiming.
We don’t pull apart. We get closer. Jake stands from his chair, keeping his lips on mine as
he rounds the table to my side. I’m wet with need almost immediately, my heart
hammering in my chest as he lifts me by the waist and places me on the edge of the table.
We keep our tongues intertwined, moans filling the space, and he pulls on the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down my legs. I push on the waistband of his pajama bottoms, moaning when my hand comes in contact with his cock.
It’s hard, thick and hot.
We finally pull apart to look down at each other, my eyes taking in the pre–cum on the head of his cock and Jake slowly spreading my legs. He sets my feet on the edge of the
table so he can drop his hands from my knees and uses his fingers to spread my lips.
A shudder goes down my spine and I whimper as his finger traces me from my opening to my clit.
“You’re soaking.”
“Jake,” I whisper.
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His eyes lift to mine, and he’s licking his lips, setting himself at my entrance. He pushes in and I immediately feel myself stretch and take him in.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me.”
I nod, breathing out as I keep my gaze locked on where he’s entering me.
“Greedy pussy.”
I moan, throwing my head back and opening my legs wider. “I want it all, Jake.”
He grunts, holding my hips and thrusting into me completely. The table rocks beneath us and I scream. “That’s right, let them hear me fuck you.”
He thrusts into me relentlessly, and I don’t hold back my volume. I moan, scream and take every inch of him. Aiden likes to hear me get fucked and I want to find him with a hard on for me and help him through it.
My skin breaks out into goosebumps at the thought, the image of fucking Aiden after this. I don’t really care at the moment if it’s terrible to think that or not.
Jake suddenly stiffens, his muscles contracting as he holds me close to him. His teeth nip at my neck and he moans, coming in long, warm spurts that line the walls of my pussy.
I’m breathing heavily and wrap my arms around his neck, seeking his lips. I kiss him hard, biting him, devouring him. He’s trying to catch his breath, but he indulges me with his
kisses.
“Well, I didn’t expect this to be the first thing I see in the morning.”
Jake and I snap our heads to the side. Zaid stands there with a smirk on his face and his
arms crossed on his chest.
