“So, he’s hardly likely to have gone through it then, is he?” She scrunches her face up and shakes her head. “In which case…”
“He might’ve looked before that.”
I prop myself up on one elbow, rubbing a hand between her shoulder blades. “Wouldn’t he have confiscated it?”
“Not necessarily.” She pauses, biting her lower lip. “I stay in touch with him because he’s not as anal about Sierra as Carla is. He lets her get away with stuff that’d make his wife freak.”
“Because he’s closer to her?”
“The opposite. He doesn’t care nearly as much. The whole raising a child is definitely his wife’s thing, and he’s just along to add moral support.” She turns her face back into the cushions, muffling her voice. “When he said that… about the photos… He knew from my reaction there’s something on the phone. Even if he hasn’t seen them yet, he’ll go looking.”
“Dirty old man.”
“He’d look even if they do nothing for him. Just to hold something over me.”
“Sounds like a prize arsehole. How’d they let him foster a kid again?”
“Red tape and a lack of interest.”
I push strands of hair away from the side of her face until I have a clear view. “Caylon’ll take care of it. He’s a genius at that sort of thing.”
Lilac nods, but her face pinches with worry. “I should’ve never given it to her. I wasn’t thinking.”
“You were being a good older sister.”
“I was being selfish. Now I’ve fucked everything.”
It’s hard to listen to her self-flagellation when it’s my back that should take the whip. I’m the one to blame.
How can someone who’s approved to foster kids threaten a teenager with revealing photos? It’s sick. I half wish he’s not only seen them but also copied them to his own phone, then maybe someone can pin a charge on him.
I grab my mobile again and send a new text to Caylon. Since he can remove images remotely, it stands to reason he can plant them just as easily.
A minute ticks by as my stomach clenches.
Yes. The answer is yes.
I pull Lilac over, rolling on top of her again with her wrists pinned. My favourite position. One of them, anyway.
“Forget about the photos. I’ll take care of it.”
“Oh, you will, will you?” Her eyebrows arch while her lips purse like she’s some prissy bitch from the right side of the tracks. “And how’re you going to do that?”
“A man never reveals his secrets.” I press a kiss to her lips, licking them when I taste salt, sucking the bottom one into my mouth until she writhes under me, and her wrists lift off the mattress. “Nope.” I pin her again, harder this time. “No touching. Not unless I say you can.”
“What about you touching me?”
I switch my grip so I’m holding both wrists in one hand, leaving the other free to palm a breast, the nipple like a pebble it’s so hard. “Like that?”
“Lower,” she growls, the vibration echoing into my chest where we’re pressed together.
My mouth takes over from my hand, sucking the hard bud until it loosens, letting my teeth gently graze the lower side until Lilac writhes beneath me, hips bucking against my hardness. When I follow her direction and slip my finger between her folds, the moan she gives makes the hairs on my arms stand on end.
I pull away from her breasts, moving higher. “Tell me,” I whisper against her mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do. Instruct me how to touch you.”
Her fingers reach upward until they grip the underside of the headboard. When I move my hand from her wrists, they stay there, a promise not to touch.
Fuck, but no other girl has ever understood me. Understood this. My cock, already rock hard and throbbing, grows further. I feel like if I enter her now, I’ll tear her apart. Split her wide open. She’ll be destroyed for any other man who dares come near. Mine forever.
