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Callum pumps his eyebrows at me when I look back at him. He’s so fucking hot right now with the muscles in his arm flexing as he fucks me.

My orgasm is close because my body starts to grind on his fingers. I glance at his shorts and see his hard cock eager to get out and join the party. The image of me pulling out his cock and falling to my knees to suck it in my mouth sends me over the edge. My legs shake and a wave of euphoria sweeps through my whole body as my pussy pulses around his fingers.

“Did you say something?” My mother calls.

Callum’s hand drops from my shorts as he readjusts himself.

“Everlee?”

When I turn to look at her, she’s staring at me and my heart drops. Fuck me.

“Yea?”

“What is it?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I thought you said something to me.”

“Oh. No.”

“Emmett,” Callum calls.

“Yes?”

“Ev was trying to help me out, but we’re stuck. What’s a four letter word for each of a number of strips forming a framework for enclosing a pane of glass?”

“Came,” mother bellows out, proud of herself.

Some god awful sound leaves my body as I almost crash to the ground.

“Are you ok Everlee? You look a little flush. Sit down.”

A chair pushes out from the table right in front of me as Callum nods.

“Thank you, Callum. Such the gentleman.”

Yea, the gentleman who just made your daughter come not even fifteen feet from you.

“Came. That’s it. Perfect.”

The back of my neck prickles and when I follow the direction, I see Lizzy perched with her chin between two cushions, staring at me like a baby peacock trying to play hide and seek.

Shit. Mother ass. Did she watch us? That fucking little dirty freak.

My eyes narrow to thin slits at her and she smiles, then rolls back onto the couch and into, presumably, Tony’s arm.

EVERLEE - GIRL TALK

Anhourandahalf later, we’re walking onto the beach. The sun feels warm and welcoming on the skin, and the skies are bright blue without a cloud in the sky. There’s a slight breeze coming off the ocean that feels nice against my skin. The dangerous breeze that doesn’t let the sun heat your skin so you forget you’re getting sun.

Knox is bouncing down the boardwalk in front of us with a smile spread across his face. The sun has to be jealous of his radiance and bountiful energy. Being around him makes you feel… happy and at peace. Aside from Jax, everyone around him smiles in his presence. It’s a rare gift.

“Right this way, Mrs.-”

She holds her hand up, stopping him. “Knox,” she scolds.

He laughs, “Sincerest apologies. Right this way, Donna.” He sweeps his arm wide. “I’ve set up a chair for you under this umbrella so that you may partake in all the beach sights away from the sun.”