Whitney’s tongue circles the hole and I moan at the kinky, unbelievably dirty feeling of Whitney’s tongue in my ass.

  Jesus fuck, I am going to hell. I think the same thoughts I had the first time she did it.

  “You still love that.” Her voice is hoarse, and I feel her breath against the wetness at my entrance.

  “Yes.” I say quickly.

  “Mmm, I love how down you are for anything. How down you are for me. Anything I ever want to do, you trust me enough to do it.”

  I feel her teeth against one of my ass cheeks, grazing down before she spreads my cheeks again and drags her tongue between them, rimming me.

  “I love you,” she tells me and then I feel the cool gel of the lube at the same space. She rubs it in as she pushes a finger in and then another, priming me.

  “I love you more,” I tell her as I drop my head to the mattress and let my eyes shut as the anticipation takes over.

  She pushes her fingers in and out and I let out a groan when she hits my prostate. “You like that?”

  “You know I do,” I say through gritted teeth and then her fingers leave me and I hear the sounds of her applying more lubricant to the appendage before she lines it up to my ass. I clench on instinct, the foreign feeling of something going in which is something I haven’t felt in years.

  “I’ll go slow,” she whispers and then she presses herself against my asshole and pushes in slowly.

  “Fuuuuuuck.”

  “Touch your dick,” she commands me and I do as she says, rubbing my hard cock that’s only getting harder as she pushes inside me. “You okay?”

  “Yes, baby. I’m good.” I start to slide back on her and she digs her nails into my ass.

  “Uh uh.”

  I smile at her dominance. “Sorry, beautiful.”

  “I’m in control here. You get to be in charge ninety-nine percent of the time, give me this.” She grips my hips and begins to push a little harder. She still hasn’t bottomed out but she’s going deeper with each thrust. I grab a nearby pillow, curling my hands around it as she pushes deeper and I let out a moan I can only describe as feral as she hits my prostate again.

  “Fuck. Whitney…” I reach between my legs and find my dick and begin moving in time with her thrusts although I don’t need to. I could come with the stimulation in my ass alone but I’m greedy for more.

  “Oh God.” I hear her whimper and I remember this particular harness had something that rubbed against her clit while she thrust.

  “Feel good?” I ask, wanting nothing more than for her to climax while she’s in my ass.

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  “You want to go faster?” I ask her, wanting her to, needing her to.

  “Ahhhh yes.” She moans.

  “Then move fucking faster,” I grit out. “Make sure it hits your clit, Angel,” I command her as she begins to move faster. “Fuck,” I whisper. “Oh my God, yes.”

  She’s all the way inside me now, fucking me harder, her hips banging against my ass with every thrust as she bottoms out inside of me. I’ve dropped my hand from my cock to put both of my hands on the mattress needing to grip the sheets with both hands as I meet her thrusts but my cock still tingles with the need to come. My balls are heavy, the need to release overtaking me.

  “Fuck, I forgot what this feels like. What you feel like.” I squeeze my eyes shut as the orgasm starts in my fucking toes. “You’re going to make me come, baby.”

  The only sounds to be heard other than my moans is our skin slapping together and it makes my cock even harder hearing that sound.

  “Fuck yes, I am,” she moans against me. “Only I can do this. This is for me. ME,” she whines as she rotates her hips and I know it’s because she’s trying to hit her clit at the right angle.

  “Yes yes yes.” I groan as lightning flashes behind my eyes and the tingle in my balls shoots throughout my entire body. “Oh fuck, Whitney fucking yes. I’m going to come. Fuck me.” I slam my fist against the mattress and let out a guttural moan as I climax. I reach for my cock and pull on it, and seconds later, I’m ejaculating all over the bed.

  “Yes!” I hear from behind me, and I’m not sure if it’s because she comes or if she knows I’m coming or sees me coming but that sound makes my heart swell that I’ve made her so happy. She pulls out of me and since I’m not sure if she’s come yet, I turn around and push her to her back and yank the harness from around her hips with so much force, there’s a good chance I break it in the haste to put my mouth between her legs.

  “Fucking come for me, Whitney.”

  “I did…” she moans.

  “Give me another, then,” I growl against her as my hand finds my cock and I begin fisting it to get it ready to go inside her again. I look up at her just as her hand finds the back of my head pushing me harder against her cunt. I eat her hungrily as I feel her building again under my tongue, her clit pulsing and quivering as I eat her like I’m trying to climb inside of her.

  “JP, oh my God.”

  She whimpers as her grip on my hair tightens, and she raises her hips, trying to get me deeper and my God, Angel, if I could, I would.

  “I’m going to come again.”

  I open my eyes, just as I close my lips around her clit and her hands leave my head and find my arms and then my hands and then they’re interlaced with mine and I squeeze and she squeezes back and then she’s coming hard.

  “OH MY GOD.”

  She lifts her pelvis high enough for my hands to slide under her to grip her ass and I do, hard. I dig my nails into the flesh of her ass just as her needy clit pulses and she squirts all over the bottom half of my face. I tongue her through her orgasm, drawing every drop of the juices that flow from her. I lower her body to the bed and pull my hands from under her and begin to rub her pussy tenderly, pressing gentle kisses to the slick skin every few moments.

  Her eyes flutter open and there are tears in them. “JP.”

  She sits up and then she’s in my arms, sobbing and a part of me wants to join her. Today has been probably one of the worst of my life and our orgasms brought on by the intense love we have for each other were the cathartic releases that we needed more than we needed air. “Never let me go, please,” she begs and I can’t help but beg her to make a similar promise.

  “As long as you never let me go.”

  It’s been a month since that catastrophic day at my parents’ house and I’ve barely spoken to either of them. I tried to give them time and space, doing my best to check in intermittently to tell them I loved them and was thinking about them but it was a vast difference from our constant texting and phone calls every few days. I missed them. The texts to my father pretty much went unanswered and while my mother responded and even called me once or twice, she said she was still struggling with it and needed more time to really grasp this change. On top of everything else, Mason and my father now weren’t speaking after Mason went to his house and laid into my father for not speaking to me. I feel like I’ve created such a divide and now Thanksgiving is this week and I have no idea if I’m even going to see my family.

  Like Christmas in my house, Thanksgiving is huge and it’ll feel weird not being there but I can’t imagine they want JP there and I want to be wherever he is.

  “Baby, you should go.” He leans against the doorjamb of the bathroom as I get ready for my last class of the week. His arms fold over his chest as he stares at me at my state of undress. I was only wearing a bra and my underwear under a tiny robe but he’s staring at me like I’m completely naked.

  “You’re a machine, you know that? And we do not have time,” I tell him, knowing that if he keeps looking at me like that, it’ll end up with his mouth on my cunt and me late for class. “And no, what about you?”

  “I’ll go to my mom’s with Trey.”

  I turn around as I let my hair fall from around the curling wand. “Trey’s not going to my house with Chloe?”

  “No, I think he’s avoiding your parents for my sake.”

  “Why? They’re not mad at him.”

  “He’s mad at them. He doesn’t want to say anything out of line.”

  I sigh. Another strained relationship. “It’s our first Thanksgiving together as a couple, we should be together.” JP told his mother shortly after everything happened in the very off chance my mother told her during one of their lunches. But unfortunately, my mom has been avoiding JP’s mom as well. But I think that’s more out of “what can I say to the mother of the man I’m so angry at?” My mother was raised to be very respectful of her elders and disrespecting Ella Price would have my grandparents turning over in their graves.

  Ella was—well, I’m not sure how she took it. JP told her without me and he’d only told me that she took it better than my parents which is really not saying much.

  “Maybe I could go with you to your mom’s?” I ask.

  “I would love that but I know you don’t really want to.”

  “I want to be with you.” I purse my lips, and he smiles before planting a kiss on my lips.

  “I’m going to swing by the hospital today. Let them know I’m ready to come back after the holiday.”

  “Which holiday?”

  He raises an eyebrow curiously. “Thanksgiving…?”

  I pout. “Because I was kind of hoping you meant like Christmas? I mean New Year!” I know all too well what Jacob’s job entails and while he typically gets home at decent hours not working into the wee hours, I do know that giving surgeons off on holidays isn’t always a luxury the hospital can afford.

  “You want me to wait another seven weeks?” He chuckles. “I’ve already been off for a month.”

  “And what a great month it’s been, right? Lots of sexy time with me.” I shimmy and his eyes find my chest instantly as they shake in my La Perla bra. “And just think, in December I’ll be out of class and that means even more sexy time.”

  He takes a step forward and pulls the wand out of my hand and sets it down before pulling me into his arms and running his nose down my neck. “I would love that. I’ll see what I can do.” He places a hot kiss on my neck and drags his tongue upward until it finds my mouth giving me a kiss that makes my knees weak. When he pulls away, my eyes immediately drop to his groin and then back to his eyes. “Hmm, I thought you didn’t have time?” He winks before he backs out of the room with a cocky grin on his face.

  I let out a deep breath as I stand in front of the door to my parents’ house. It’s the first time I’ve set foot inside but we needed to talk and I couldn’t run the risk of them not answering my phone calls. It’s after six, so I know they’re home, not to mention, I see their cars in the driveway. When I open the door, it’s quiet and I frown because in the twenty-two years I’ve been alive, this house has never been quiet. I push through the front door and make my way into the living room where I see my mom lying on the couch taking a nap. Underneath a cashmere blanket, she looks so peaceful and I wish I didn’t have to wake her. I take a few steps when her eyes flutter open and she gasps in surprise.

  “Whitney,” she says, putting a hand over her chest. “You scared me.”

  “Sorry.” I wince. “Where’s Dad?”

  “Ummm, upstairs, maybe? He was on a call, and I wanted to take a nap.” My mother never napped in the middle of the day and certainly not three days before Thanksgiving. It doesn’t even smell like she’s cooking anything.

  “I’m surprised you’re not already cooking.” My eyes dart to the kitchen.

  She sits up. “Oh. Yeah, we decided not to do anything this year.”

  “What!?” I gasp in shock. “Why? You love Thanksgiving and holidays and tradition.”

  “Well… we’re just taking a break this year.”

  I let out a sigh. “This is about me and JP, right?”

  “It’s about a lot of things. No one is speaking and—”

  I interrupt, not wanting to entertain the narrative that I didn’t want to speak to them. “You’re not speaking to me, Mom, and Mason feels terrible about the fight with Dad.” I shake my head. “But this all stems from me.”

  “It’s a lot to take in, Whit.”

  “Mom, I fell in love.”

  “With someone old enough to be your father. Someone that was actually like your father. I know you think that this is all about you and him but it’s bigger and you know that which is why you kept it from us for so long. This is… almost thirty years of friendship. Family. Jacob was the most important relationship your father and I had other than with each other and the two of you kind of wrecked that.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Oh?”

  “No, Mom, it’s not fair to put that on us. You could still have that relationship with Jacob.”

  “How? Knowing… what… you know maybe I could get by that. Maybe. But your father? I’m going to be blunt with you, honey, your father knows quite a bit about Jacob’s personal life and now he has that image of you with him.”

  “Okay well… don’t picture it!”

  “You’re being immature, Whitney. Maybe we didn’t handle it the best at the time but you can’t sit there and tell me you don’t understand why this is uncomfortable for us.”

  “I do! I just don’t think you should cut us out of your life because of it.”

  “I haven’t.”

  “You don’t get me without him, Mom. Don’t you see? We wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t real. We came to you because we are ready to take the next step together and our families need to know. If it was just fun or sex or whatever…”

  “Can you not?” She slides her glasses into her hair to rub her eyes. “I cannot believe you and my best friend from college. He slept with half the girls in our freshman year dorm, Whitney!”

  I blanch and scrunch my nose. “I didn’t need to know that, though I could have guessed. But I am well aware of what happened before me. But I also know that nothing has happened with anyone else since he met me, if that’s your concern. He went to Mexico and couldn’t move on. He tried, Mom. He broke up with me and it destroyed us both.”

  “I just don’t… how did this happen, Whitney, and be honest.” She gives me a pointed glare.

  “Does it matter? Will it help anything?”

  “Maybe?”

  “I had a crush on him for forever which you knew. It was harmless, nothing happened before I was eighteen, I hope you can believe that.”

  “If I didn’t believe that, Jacob would not still be alive.” She narrows her eyes though I can hear the joke lying beneath her words, I think.

  I sigh. “I never thought he’d see me like that. He never gave me any indication, never flirted with me or… anything. And then one night I was drunk and,” I shrug as if it wasn’t the most meaningful night of my life. “I came onto him.” I wince. “I think seeing me for the first time in a year, he realized that I wasn’t that same little girl anymore. The last time he saw me, I was seventeen with blonde hair and braces and no boobs. So fast forward a year and I look different and act different and I’m coming onto him… I think it was a moment of weakness? That first night? Because he told me we couldn’t. He told me that was it, it shouldn’t have happened.”

  “And yet it did.”

  “Mom, I know this is weird and uncomfortable but if you thought about it, isn’t Jacob the exact kind of man you’d want to see me with? Trustworthy and kind and caring and good to me?”

  “Sure. But there are other men out there that fit those characteristics that are not part of this family.”

  “Well, we are here now and JP and I are planning to get married.”

  She gasps and I frown at her shock.

  “Seriously? That’s shocking?”

  She doesn’t reply, so I continue. “You and Dad have to figure out if you can live with this. If you can be in our lives and accept this. I want that. I want my family. My whole family.” Tears have sprung to my eyes and begin to run down my face. “Mom, I’m so sorry that I did this to us. That I had a hand in destroying a relationship that you held so dear. But I do love him, and I want to be with him and I can’t apologize for that. I can’t spend the rest of my life apologizing for falling in love with your best friend.”

  “I think this is a terrible idea. Truly. Awful.” Chloe says as she leans against the island in JP’s kitchen. Well, I guess it’s my kitchen now too.

  “I’m with Chlo. This just seems like a recipe for disaster,” Trey says as he pulls his beer to his lips. “Holidays and family drama and alcohol and a carving knife?” he continues.

  I spin away from the sweet potatoes I’m mashing and give them both a look. “Look, you two are here to help. I don’t want to hear any of this negativity.”

  “You invited your parents and JP’s mom and my parents for Thanksgiving dinner and you think Trey and I can help?”

  “It’s a shame that no one was having Thanksgiving dinner! My parents were going to be at my house alone, and who knows what Mason would have ended up doing because we were going to your mom’s,” I say, pointing at Trey. “And Aunt Melanie can’t cook for shit,” I say, referring to Chloe’s mom. “I am saving your parents.”

  “Oh, make no mistake, my parents are thrilled but mostly for the front seat to the shitshow.” She snorts into her mimosa.

  “They were also invited for damage control.” I point my spoon at her. “Make sure they know their roles. Tell your dad not to antagonize my dad.” I wipe the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. “Maybe this all blows up in our faces but I think we should all sit down and… try. It’s Thanksgiving after all. If we don’t do this now, if we don’t try while the wounds are still fresh, we won’t heal right. You know? Things will be awkward and polite and stiff hugs and forced phone calls and I don’t want that. So, I will take the arguing and the anger and fighting because at least that means we are fighting for something. What I will never take from anyone in this family is indifference.”