She teased me all day, and even after I promised retribution, she found the courage to continue. I had to applaud her. Instead, I joined her and ate her pussy against the shower wall until she shook and collapsed to her knees.

“While you’re down there,” I prompted and fell silent. I waited to see what she would do. A teasing smile on her lips kept me guessing, but then she gripped me in her small, soft hands. I loved the look in her eyes as she gripped me with bold hands and stroked as she lowered her head ever so slowly. She never severed eye contact, and I loved that so fucking much.

Her tongue touched me with the shy, innocence of someone who had not been sucking me off on a regular basis for the last five years.

I loved that, too.

“I’m sorry I called you a cute, angry bunny,” she cooed and sucked me deep until my entire length disappeared down her throat. My head fell back against my will. I wanted to watch her.

I really did.

But she was so damn good at this.

My knees nearly buckled when she released me with a loud pop and hungrily wrapped her lips around the tip, but I wasn’t going out like that so I counted to ten in my head.

“Keiran?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come in my mouth, ‘kay?”

Son of a bitch. I should have known she wouldn’t play fair. She worked me over with her tongue and mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me vigorously until I did come in her mouth. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out like a bitch when she swallowed my come in one gulp and licked her lips as if it were the tastiest fucking thing she had ever had.

We managed to finish our shower without molesting each other again. I stepped out first and dried off while she washed her hair. By the time I slipped into shorts, she was stepping out, so I grabbed a fresh towel and enveloped her in its warmth. She never liked the chill that came after leaving the steam from a hot shower.

“I’m starving.”

My lips quirked as I debated the dirty joke that popped in my head. She watched me curiously and then her eyes popped wide.

“Keiran Masters, don’t you dare say whatever dirty, dumb joke you’re about to tell. That’s Keenan’s thing.”

“I’m starting to think he’s the fun brother.”

“Don’t worry.” She wrapped her arms around me with a flirtatious smile. “You’re much more useful to me for things that matter. Like feeding me.”

“Come on, my sexy gremlin. I ordered chicken alfredo.”

We drove home early the next morning and spent the day playing in bed. I would tickle her until she cried, and she would wrap her lips around me and dare me not to come. We managed to keep it together until Monday night when I received a frantic call from Laurie.

“That was Laurie,” I announced, entering the kitchen where Lake was studying and cleaning.

“Oh yeah? How are she and the girls?”

“Not sure. She says Cassie was suspended from school today.”

“Oh no,” she exclaimed, but it sounded forced. “What happened?” I watched her casually spray and wipe the same spot on the counter with narrowed eyes.

“She punched Ryan Holder in the nose and kicked him between the legs. Do you know anything about that?”

“You asked me to talk to her and I did. What’s the big deal? She stood up for herself.”

“Or made it worse. We don’t know this kid or what he’s capable of.”

“Should I have told her to just accept the hell he’ll make of her childhood like I let you do to me? Would that have been smart?”

“It would have been safe.”

“Listen to me, Keiran. Ryan Holder is not you, and Cassie Finch is not me. It may seem like it, but our history is not being repeated. He’s a bully with a bad kid complex, nothing more.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I know fear. I lived in it for ten years. It’s not always the same. She’s telling herself she’s too afraid to fight, but her eyes didn’t lie, Keiran. She wanted to. She just didn’t know how. I just wanted to survive you.”

“He’ll retaliate,” I gritted.

“And she’ll fight harder.”

“You better hope you’re right. Laurie is pissed. This might not end well for us.”

“If it helps, I didn’t tell her to hit him. I told her to trust her instincts. I guess her instinct was to punch him.” I shrugged as if it were inconsequential but the ten-year-old me who was too afraid to fight back jumped with joy.