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The pulse of her muscles as her pussy comes around me.

And only for me.

Heat surges through me. Out to my fingers. Then slams back into me as my head grows dizzy and I come all over my hand, a groan on my lips.

Jesus Christ, I’m going to hell.

I just jacked off thinking of Dylan.

My roommate.

Damon’s little sister.

But fuck if she wasn’t incredible.

CHAPTER NINE

DYLAN

I stare at the ceiling of my bedroom and a tear leaks silently out of the corner of my eye. I can feel as it makes its way through my hair and onto the pillow beneath my head.

Last night replays in my mind. The good, the bad, the ugly of it. Each thought reinforcing the insecurities riddling my self-esteem.

Wes’s rushed goodbye.

The shame that followed.

The embarrassment I feel as I wait for Grady to leave the house for whatever plans he has today.

The clink of the dish in the sink.

The slam of the front door.

The sound of his engine shifting into gear and slowly retreating down the driveway.

Drawing in a deep breath, I pick up my cell and dial.

“Serenity Acres, how may I direct your call?”

“Francis McCoy, please,” I say.

“Let me check and make sure she’s able to receive phone calls,” the receptionist replies.

“She should be. She finished detox the other day.” For the sixth or seventh time. Or is it the tenth? It’s been so many I can’t remember.

“Mmm, yes, and you are?”

“Dylan McCoy, her daughter.”

“Yes, I have you on the list of approved contacts. Ms. McCoy, she’s still in a very fragile place so please don’t say or do anything that will upset her.” What about all she’s said or done to upset me? “She’s allowed five minutes on the phone.”

“Yes. I know.”

“Hold, please. I’ll connect you.”

The electronic beep of a ring comes through the phone. One. Two. Three. “Hello.” She sounds so frail.

“Hi, Momma.”