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“Do me a favor and take it even if you don’t think you need it, okay? I’ll have Madoc buy you some water. What about food? Do you have lunch?” “Yes,” I lied. I hadn’t packed a lunch that day and had been too worried about escaping Madoc to get in line to buy food….

Hearing my dad yell at me like that made something deep inside of me, some part of me I didn’t fully comprehend, shrivel into a ball and retreat to the back of my consciousness like a wounded animal. “O-okay,” I croaked, barely able to speak over the thick emotion in my throat. “I’ll tell Madoc.”…

It didn’t help that Wes refused to let me put him down and insisted on touching everything. Once the popcorn was in the microwave, I finally pried Wes off me and set him down on the counter while we waited for it to cook. He played with my moon necklace—a gift from Ace for my…

I nearly choked on my own spit. “He what?” Ace grinned at my reaction. “Don’t worry, Doe. My cousin is more than capable of handling himself. My father didn’t touch him.” My jaw was nearly on the floor. His nonchalant attitude made it difficult to tell if he was serious or not. “How can you…

“…into heat?” Ace asked. “She won’t,” the other person replied. “She’s too young. She has a few more years.” Madoc. He is talking to Madoc. Not his father. Thank goodness. I wasn’t sure why Madoc was at Ace’s house at two in the morning, but it was better than encountering the man who’d acted like…

He let out a booming growl. “You’re not even wearing any damn panties? For fuck’s sake, Doe! Do you want me to rip Madoc’s eyes out?” Ace manhandling me out of the kitchen suddenly made sense. I hadn’t considered what I was wearing. It probably wasn’t my best idea to greet my boyfriend’s best friend…

I couldn’t believe all the information he was freely giving up. Usually, he was so good at hiding things he didn’t want me to know. He was a master at changing the subject or distracting me. But maybe what he had said to Madoc downstairs was true. Maybe he finally wanted me to know…everything. “Ace,”…

I sat on Ace’s bed with my head in my hands, my heart aching, waiting for him to return from his phone call for fifteen whole minutes. And then I got sick of waiting. For so many reasons, I got sick of waiting. I stood and prepared to get dressed and leave for home alone…

I babbled something incoherent, unable to make myself form the words with the way he was pounding into me. I could only hope that whatever came out of my mouth was in the affirmative. I was already so close to my third climax of the night. It was almost ridiculous. How the hell was Ace…

I was too tired to argue with him and I let him open my thighs, baring myself completely to him without an ounce of embarrassment. Now that Ace and I had had sex, nothing felt too intimate. He had seen every bit of me already, inside and out. What else did I have to hide?…