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Hayden’s eyes narrow on her brother. “Run!”

His eyes widen for a second as Clay lets her go. When he runs, she chases him, and it won’t be long before she catches up. Clay turns to us. “He asked for whatever she does to him.”

Freya’s eyes widen as Max fights for the papers on the stage. “Your family is…”

“We’re going,” I tell her.

“But…” she starts, glancing back to the stage.

She wants to see what happens. Everyone does. Until they realise they’ll need to spend thousands on therapy.

“We’re going,” I rasp, and bring her flush against me, pressing my cock against her stomach.

Her pupils darken. “Yeah. Let’s go,” she replies, before grabbing her bag. “Thanks for tonight, everyone.”

“You’re going?” Faith asks.

“Yep,” I answer, and don’t wait for them to argue as I take Freya’s hand.

I need to be inside her.

Preferably without an audience.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Freya

Mark lifts me at the waist before the door fully clicks shut. Red hot arousal slams into me as my back hits the cabin door.

His mouth clashes against mine with urgency, stealing my breath.

Feeling bold, I unhook my legs, wanting down. I want to make him feel as crazy as I do. I want him to feel the same need as I do. I slide my hand into his shorts, fisting his cock in my hand. Thick and long, I remember how good he felt inside me.

But first…

He groans as I begin to pump his hard length in my hand. He thrust his hips as his fingers unclasp the button on my shorts.

“Not yet,” I softly scold.

“I want you naked.”

Reluctantly, I pull back, letting go of his erection. He watches me as I slide off my shorts and knickers. My top is next, and so is the bra. He still doesn’t look away as he fists his cock, gliding his hand up and down.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.”

“Now you,” I rasp.

His flip flops are already by the door, so his shorts come down first. When he’s pulling his T-shirt off though, I kneel down in front of him, wanting his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck!” he growls, fisting my hair when my lips close around the head of his cock. “That’s it, suck me.”

My head bobs up and down. It’s slow, seductive, and when he hits the back of my throat, I do the little trick I read about and swallow, causing the hand in my hair to tighten.

I hum, glancing up at him. He’s watching me. Watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth. He runs his hand down to my cheek, his thumb pushing down on my lower lip.

“Unless you want me to come in your mouth, you should stop,” he growls. I hum around his dick again, knowing how much he enjoys it. His pupils darken. “Stop!”

I don’t. Instead, I slide my hand up between us, cupping his balls. He groans, pulling me back by my hair.