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“Yeah!”

I watch her ass jiggle as she runs off while I struggle to get my pants up and over my cock, which is still hard and dripping.

The front door opens, and I rush to my room, hearing my dad call out behind me. “Jake!?”

“One second!”

Piper is standing at the door to her room, still wearing nothing but socks. A silky strand of my cum is leaking from her pussy, and her thighs are gleaming with our mess.

She giggles and points downstairs. “Holy shit!” she whispers.

“I know,” I laugh, rushing in for a kiss. “Talk about a close one.”

I turn to race to my room, but she stops me with her tiny hand on my arm.

“Jake,” she asks, eyes wide and pleading. “You’re…not going to get tired of me, right?”

Her question hits me like a gunshot out of nowhere.

“Tired of you?” I whisper. “What are you talking about?”

“I just…I worry…”

I hear my dad mount the steps. We only have a few seconds before he arrives.

“I willnevergrow tired of you, sis. You aremine.Besides, we’re family. I’m not going anywhere.” Dad’s footsteps grow louder. “Except right now. I love you.”

With a wink, I kiss her and run quietly down to my room and close the door behind me.

“Mine…” I repeat to myself, imagining her slipping into a robe to cover her naked beauty.

How did an ex-con like me ever get so lucky?

When I was sitting in my cell, it was hard to stay positive. To see a future that wasn’t bleak.

But then I came home and hit the lottery with Piper.

And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she staysmine.

7

PIPER

I wake up alone.The house is silent.

Paul is gone, Mom is gone, but most of all,Jakeis gone.

I know he’s at work, only a few minutes away, but it feels like he’s left me for another world.

When he’s away, things just don’t feel right. I used to text him every half hour, or more, but that was before he established some ground rules.

“You can’t send me so many nudes when I’m at work. You know how hard it is to use a table saw with an erection?”

I giggled but understood. Now I only send him one just before lunch—something he can use when he sneaks off to the car to jerk off.

Smiling, I close my eyes and stretch. The ache between my thighs reminds me of last night—the way he raced up the stairs to me, pinned me down, and took me.

Being claimed like that…God, nothing compares.