“So fucking hot,” I mumbled. “I love watching that…seeing you do that to yourself with my cock inside of you…God you’re hot. That’s it—harder and faster. Let me feel you.”

I matched the rhythm of my thrusts with her fingers until she began to squirm.

“That’s it…more…rub that clit! Yeah, baby…”

She gasped and held still for a moment as she grunted out something that was more likely my name than anything else. She practically dropped into unconsciousness as I kept moving in her. I let her leg rest down around my thigh so my hands were free to explore her some more. I rubbed her hips, her stomach, and gently cupped her breasts as I kissed the back of her neck.

“So beautiful,” I whispered.

Tria hummed with her eyes closed, and despite the smile on her face, I knew she was going to end up falling asleep on me before too long. I finished quickly with my face buried in her neck as the waves washed through my stomach and out the end of my cock.

“So good,” I said again. “You wore yourself out, didn’t you?”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything. I let myself slip out of her and just held her against my chest as her breathing slowed into a steady rhythm.

“I love you,” I whispered against her ear. I looked at her bulging stomach. “Both of you.”

I was never one to settle down, but everything finally felt like it was falling into place.

Chapter 19—Face the Music

Numb was probably the best word I could have used to describe myself as I stood in Erin’s office, staring at the little plum tree with the rotting fruit hanging all over it. Mom had just left after I told her to fuck off, and Erin was looking at me with her you really need to try harder face.

“Tell me what’s going on in your head right now,” Erin said.

“That at least I come about it honestly,” I snarled. I drummed my fingers on the windowsill as I watched Damon help Mom into the Rolls. They drove off slowly, and I wondered if he’d come back to pick me up or let me ride the fucking bus.

Whatever. I didn’t give a shit.

“Come about what?”

“Making excuses. That’s all she fucking does.”

“What part was an excuse?”

“All that crap about thinking I was going to just come back after he threw me out.”

“She said you walked out,” Erin reminded me. “That your father simply warned you that if you left, you might not be welcomed back.”

“Same thing,” I growled.

“Is it?” Erin pressed. “There are certain images that come to mind when you use the words he threw me out. Those images aren’t completely accurate, are they?”

I shrugged, unwilling to answer. I knew what she was getting at. It was the same thing my mother had been trying to say, but I just didn’t want to hear it.

“You want me to say it was my own fault?” I snapped as I turned toward her. “You want me to say that if I hadn’t been so pig-headed, maybe it all would have been fine?”

“No one knows exactly how things may have been different based on a change in past actions,” Erin said. “Playing the ‘what if’ game never helps anyone. However, not taking responsibility for your actions in the past can hinder your movement forward now. You can’t change the past, but learning from it could change your future.”

I continued to stare out the window and chew on the edge of my thumb. It wasn’t nearly as good as a cigarette though it seemed to be better than nothing.

“Would you sit back down, please?”

“No.”

“Liam—”

“Fuck you!”

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