But he doesn’t pick it up. Instead, he fucks my mouth until he comes in thick spurts. I swallow him, every drop of him, and when he’s done I collapse onto the floor of the tree house, my ears ringing, my head spinning, dizzy with post-orgasm ecstasy, barely aware of anything but my core constantly spasming over and over, the aftershocks of an incredible orgasm, my pussy eager for more already.

He finally plucks the diary away as he pats my butt and kisses my neck. “Good girl,” he whispers, tucking the diary under his arm as he slowly strokes himself, grinning hugely. “You needed that, didn’t you? You craved a good spanking. A good punishment.”

“If I said you were a prick, would you believe me?”

He laughs softly and kisses me again, and I tilt my chin up toward him, smiling like an idiot—

When I hear my name.

“Daley! Where the fuck are you?”

We go utterly still. My shorts are off, my panties shoved aside, and I’m pretty sure a string of my spit’s still connecting my mouth to his cock. My lips are covered in his cum and saliva, and we probably reek of sex right now.

And that’s Aiden stomping through the underbrush toward us.

“Daley, I know you’re in that fucking tree house. We should’ve ripped it down years ago. It’s a goddamn hazard. Seriously, what are you doing in there? Dad doesn’t want you roaming the grounds right now. It’s too dangerous. And where’s that idiot Rian? Isn’t he supposed to be guarding you?”

He comes closer, within a few feet. Rian’s tense, a black anger in his eyes. We’re toward the back of the fort, away from his view, but if he comes a little closer, he’ll spot us. Rian and I both go utterly still, and I want to pull my shorts up but I’m afraid that if I move Aiden will notice. My heart’s racing, and adrenaline pumps, and I don’t know what my brother will do if he catches the bodyguard with his little sister in this compromising position.

“Get your ass down here, Daley. I mean it. I fucking hate the woods. I ever tell you that? Too many goddamn bugs and shit. If it were up to me, we’d pave over nature and be done with it.” He curses as his phone starts to ring. His footsteps recede a few feet away, and I take the chance to yank up my clothes.

Rian’s silently laughing, the fucking asshole, but at least he puts his dick away.

“Yeah? What? All right, fine, I’ll come deal with it. Tell them to wait.” Aiden sighs and his footsteps get farther away. “Daley, come to the fucking house. I got some work to do.”

And with that, he’s gone.

We sit there in silence, waiting to see if he’s coming back, but there’s only birdsong and the wind through the trees.

“That was close,” Rian says, sounding way too amused. “What do you think he would’ve done if he found you with your shorts around your knees and my palm print on your ass?”

“Murder you, hopefully.” I shove Rian back, and he lands on his ass, laughing harder. “You’re honestly insane. Seriously, you’re crazy, like totally fucked in the head.”

“And you can’t get enough of it.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I glare at him, but my eyes stray down to the diary tucked beneath his biceps. “Open that thing up. I want you to see something.”

He gets a hold of himself and flips open the diary. I show him the entry I’d just read and he frowns at it, head tilted to the side.

“Q and S. Who the hell is that?” He murmurs to himself as he flips a few pages farther, looking for another mention of them, but there’s nothing.

“I don’t know, honestly. But I think I remember her getting a new phone around that time. It was a nice one.”

“Why would someone buy her a phone? And what did she need to stop?”

“I really don’t know.”

He lets out a breath, then grins at me. I try to pull back, but he catches my face, squeezing my cheeks. “You’re a perfect fucking girl, you know that, Daley?”

“Stop it, dick.”

He leans forward and kisses me, bites my lip, and smacks my ass softly. “Absolutely fucking perfect. I couldn’t do this without you. Goddamn, you’re too smart for this little shithole world.” He grins as he moves toward the ladder.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, feeling flushed again and glowing with a weird sort of pride. I like being praised by him, even if his praise is kind of rude.

“I think we have our suspects. And I think there’s a motive buried in here. Now come on, we need to go talk to Fiona again.”

“Fiona? What, why?”

“Because she might know something about these names. There’s a clan party happening tonight out by that abandoned barn, and she’ll be there.”

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