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“Who wants pie?” I said as I placed the second pie plate on the table and began serving up dishes.

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It was after midnight when the house was finally quiet, and everyone was off to bed. My afternoon hangover had finally warn off, but I wasn’t willing to risk going to sleep without a coupleof Tylonal. As I stepped out into the dark hallway, I felt a hand come over my mouth and a hard body at my back.

“Shhh… don’t make a sound.” Nix’s harsh whisper in my ear made my knees weak, and he chuckled as my body buckled under his hold. “Good girl.” he added as he walked us across the hall and into his old bedroom.

He let me go long enough to close the door behind him and I turned just to be caught up in his embrace. Everything moved so fast. I didn’t know if I had taken my clothes off or he did. I remember pulling at his sweatpants and being pleasantly surprised that was all he had on. Before I knew it, my tank top and shorts I had changed into for sleep were gone and he laid me out on his bed as he crawled up it and reached for my legs, pulling me toward him.

“Nix.” I said, a little too loud for his liking.

“Voice down, Hattie, or you won’t like what comes next.”

But what came next wasn’t bad, it was utter bliss. My head fell back as his mouth covered me, sucking at my clit and licking me in slow, torturing movements that made my entire body burn with need. He was rough, too rough, and the feeling of his beard between my thighs made it even more intense. My hands reached for him and landed in his hair. I held him to me, pulling on the strands of thick golden waves I had loved since we were children. He groaned when I pulled a little tighter, so I did it again. This time he moved with my hand and looked up at me like a lion ready to devour his prey.

“Fuck Nix. You can’t look at me like that.”

His tongue darted out and ran over his lips, cleaning his mouth of my juices before he crawled up my body, and wrapped his arms under me and caused my chest to rise, leaving my neck open for his taking.

“So soft, so delicate, and so ready to be mine.” He growled before I felt his teeth bite down on my neck and my entire bodytensed under him, which just caused a laughter of pleasure to erupt from deep within him.

“Even after all this time, my sweet Hattie, I still know exactly what you need.”

He reached down, lifting my leg, encouraging me to wrap it around him and, without missing a beat, slid into my core. I let out a gasp and bit my lower lip, knowing if we got caught now, then what happened earlier in the kitchen would seem like an amateur hour.

“Yes, just like that.” I panted into his ear as he thrust his hips forward, fucking me deeper with every stroke. I was so close already. Nix was right about one thing. He sure as hell knew everything my body needed. Suddenly, he pulled out and got to his knees. Lifting both of my legs up and onto his chest, he reached for my hips and entered me again. The change in position made everything intensify. He was deeper than before, fucking me harder than ever. It was painful in the best kind of way. I moved my hands to my breasts and pulled at my nipples, chasing the need for pain and pleasure all at once.

Nix’s lips parted as he watched me, then he tilted his head just enough to watch as his dick disappeared into me. Again and again until my breathing became labored and my body couldn’t take much more. My climax hit me all at once and with no warning at all. I reached for the pillow next to me and held it to my face as I screamed out my release. Nix hadn’t stopped though, he wasn’t done and when I quieted he pulled the pillow from me, sliding my legs back down around him. He leaned over me, with his forehead to mine, and rocked my fucking world until I felt him explode inside of me, pumping his hips forward until his cock stopped twitching inside of me and we both stilled to catch our breath. Nix was the only man I ever allowed to come inside of me, he was my first and my last. Sure, I had dated casually, but no one compared to him, no one ever would.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Hattie Anderson.”

Chapter Five

Nix

Hattie and I spent the entire night together, right until the moment I heard my mother downstairs getting breakfast ready. The first sounds of life in the house spurred both of us into action, just like it did when we were kids trying to hide from our parents after we snuck into one another’s house. She wrapped herself in my sheet and ran off to my brother’s empty room while I got into the shower. By the time I made it downstairs, my parents were sitting at the table with Rashid, who was in the middle of an intense conversation with my father. They quieted as soon as I walked into the room and I won’t lie. Even after all these years, the secrets between them still stung.

“Good morning.” My mom said, walking up to pull me into a hug. “I just love waking up with my whole family under one roof. How did you sleep, Nicholas?”

“Fine, Ma.” I said as I moved toward the coffee pot.

“Really? Because from my bed, it sounded like you were tossing and turning most of the night.” Rashid said, while I shot him an evil look.

“I hope you got enough to carry you through the day. You are always so grumpy when you’re tired and Hattie doesn’t need any of your attitude this weekend.” My mother went on, completely ignoring the looks from my father and brother. “What time are you two picking up, Claire?”

“The nursing home said we could pick her up after ten. I guess we will have breakfast and then head that way.”

“Good, there is no reason she should sit there when she could be here with us.” She turned to look at me. “You know, I’m very proud of you, son. The Anderson’s have meant so much to our family over the years and it’s important we are there for them now.”

I nodded, unable to find words. Hattie had always meant the world to me, and as much as I wanted to be with her, I didn’t think we could go another round. The sex was phenomenal, but we had reasons we didn’t last and most of them had to do with her not trusting me. I couldn’t repeat history with her again and again while continuing to expect a different outcome. She was alone other than her mother and that made my heart hurt for her. Sure, in the city she had made friends, got a job, made a new life for herself, but friends weren’t the same as family and Hattie Anderson was my family.

“Good morning.” Hattie’s soft voice floated through the kitchen as she approached my mother. “Thank you so much for allowing me to stay last night and today, Mrs. Stratford. I was thinking about it earlier and I just can’t thank you enough.”

“Of course, dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Here, let me get you some coffee. Nicholas says you are heading to pick up your mom around ten?”

“Yes, I believe so. As long as that’s still okay with all of you.”

“Did you know that before we all had you children, we spent our holidays with your parents?” My dad asked, turning in Hattie’s direction as she sat with her coffee and a plate of French toast my mother laid in front of her.