Tanner groans and fuses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as his fingers continue working, sending my body into a complete tailspin. “Tanner,” I groan, knowing damn well I won’t be able to hold out for long. “Don’t make me wait.”

  He grins against my lips before finally pulling back. He winks and everything inside of me crumbles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  I have no idea what he plans to do, but fuck, I’m ready for it. When I feel his hand pressing against my back, pushing my chest to the carpet, the thrill that shoots through me is enough to see me to my grave. My tits hit the carpet but he keeps pushing me down, not stopping until my ass is perfectly offered to him, my glistening cunt right there for the taking.

  Tanner grunts and I look back, watching him as he takes me in, his fiery gaze locked on my pussy. He reaches down, the heel of his palm resting against my ass, and I gasp as I feel his fingers at my entrance. “You want this?” he asks, teasing me.

  “Fuck, Tanner,” I moan, trying to push back against his hand. “Please.”

  His eyes flame and he watches himself slowly pushing his fingers deep inside my cunt, and I suck in a gasp, my walls clenching around them. He slowly pulls out and does it again, and it quickly becomes one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

  He goes again. And again, and fuck yes, he doesn’t stop, slowly torturing me with the sweetest, yet filthiest torture I’ve ever had the pleasure of enduring. The heel of his palm presses against my ass and I groan, more than ready for him to claim me there too.

  Done playing games, he adjusts himself behind me and the moment his tip hits my entrance, I see my whole fucking life flashing before my eyes, knowing damn well this is as good as it’s ever going to get. No moment will ever feel better than this, and then he slowly pushes into me, stretching my walls wide, going deeper and deeper until I think he may physically break me.

  I feel his balls press up against my clit and gasp, unable to resist reaching through my spread legs and pressing my fingers against my clit, gently rubbing to relieve the pent-up tension that’s desperate to be released.

  Tanner pauses, seated impossibly deep within me, giving us both a moment to adjust. “Fuck, Killer. This right here—your fucking sweet cunt, this is my goddamn temple.” I groan at his words, and his hand spanks down on my ass without warning. He pulls back before slamming straight back into me.

  “YES,” I pant, forcing my knees even wider as his fingers dig into my hip. “Oh, God. Please, again.”

  He thrusts into me again, both of us groaning with the intense pleasure as my pussy jolts and spasms, already losing control. His fingers mix with my wetness, feeling himself as he pulls out of me, and I gasp as he draws that wetness up to my ass.

  Tanner’s thumb presses against me, gently pushing inside as I rub tight circles over my clit. My whole body relaxes, and fuck, it feels good. I push my ass back, wanting to take more, and he gives me exactly what I crave, stretching me wider.

  He continues to fuck me, but now the thought has entered my head, and I can’t shake it. I always knew I wanted to try this with him, just didn’t know when I’d be ready. But if I don’t feel his cock pushing into me soon, I might just go out of my mind.

  “Tanner?” I pant, hoping to God he’s down for this too.

  “Hmmm?” he groans, slamming into me again, making a needy gasp tear from between my lips.

  I look back over my shoulder, meeting his hungry stare. “I need you to fuck my ass.”

  He falters, pausing for only a second and screwing with the perfect rhythm of his cock thrusting into my pussy. His eyes shoot to mine, his brow arching with interest. “You know I’m fucking down to claim every inch of your body, but are you sure?” he questions, diving a little deeper with his thumb, testing me.

  I groan and push back harder, my eyes rolling in pleasure. I don’t need to give him an answer, he can see it written all over my face.

  Tanner grins wider, a newfound excitement brimming in his eyes. He continues fucking me, only now, he works my ass just a little harder, pushing his fingers deep into my cunt, stretching it wider around his cock before dragging that wetness up to my ass and preparing me.

  When I’m finally ready for him, he pulls free of my pussy and lines his cock up with my ass. Nervous anticipation pulses through me, and I do what I can to relax. “Keep rubbing that clit, Killer,” he mutters, his voice so low it sends vibrations rocking straight through me.

  He starts to push against me and my ass begins stretching around him. “You good?” he questions, taking his time. I nod, letting out a breath. It burns, but it’s a welcome burn, and the more I relax, the easier it is to take. “Push back against me, babe.”

  I do as he asks until he’s finally seated as deep as he can go. He stops there, giving me a moment to get used to his size, and the more I rub my clit, the quicker the burn begins to fade. “Okay,” I tell him. “Just take it slow.”

  Tanner pulls back just slightly, and I gasp. The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He continues, slowly moving in and out as my eyes roll and he pushes my body to its limits, and just when I think I couldn’t possibly handle anymore, he reaches down between my legs and pushes two thick fingers inside my cunt, gently massaging my walls. “Tanner,” I breathe. “I’ve never … shit. So good … I … oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”

  “Give it to me, Killer. I want to feel you squeezing me.”

  Holy hell, his words are my undoing, and I come hard, my whole world exploding with undeniable pleasure. Satisfaction rocks through every inch of my body, my eyes clenching as my toes curl, but it’s nothing compared to the way my pussy shatters, convulsing around Tanner’s fingers as my ass clenches around him.

  “Oh fuck,” Tanner grunts, pulling out of me before spilling hot cum over my back, his tone deep and gravelly. “I hope you liked that because I plan on claiming that ass every fucking night for the rest of our lives.”

  I grin, my face squished against the carpet. “I’m so down for that,” I mutter, feeling his cum sliding down my back and right down the center of my ass. “But if you don’t clean your cum off me so I can get up, you’ll be fucking nothing but your hand.”

  That same hand in question comes down against my ass. “Watch your mouth, wench, or I’ll be forced to teach you a lesson.”

  “Oh yeah?” I challenge. “And what lesson would that be?”

  Tanner grins and without warning, his arm locks around my waist, flipping me over. I squeal in shock, knowing damn well we’re going to need a carpet cleaner in here after this, but the thought is gone from my mind the moment that dirty mouth of his closes down over my clit.

  Chapter 20

  TANNER

  The sun has barely risen when my bedroom door slams against the drywall with a loud BANG! My eyes barely get a chance to spring open before my father storms into my room, his face red in uncontrollable rage. “What the fuck did you say to her?” he booms, spittle flying across the room as he grips my arm and yanks me toward him.

  Bri flies up out of bed with a squeal, scrambling for the blanket to cover herself as my fight or flight instincts kick into gear. This asshole must have gotten on a plane the second his new wife ended the call to me.

  I throw myself to my feet, towering over my father before slamming my elbow down over his arm, breaking his hold. Anger drums through my chest, knowing he’s only here to try and save whatever shred of dignity he has left after his very own daughter outed him as a fucking low-life piece of shit.

  I don’t allow him one more fucking word before I shove into him, pushing him back against my bedroom wall as Bri hovers in the corner. Her whole body shakes as the trauma of everything she’s been through comes roaring back to the front of her mind. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming in here and making demands?” I spit, never having hated this motherfucker more than I do right now.

  Dad pushes back, trying to pull his usual intimidation tactics, but that bullshit hasn’t worked on me in years. “Answer my fucking question before I make you.”

  I scoff and shove him back into the wall. “Or what?” I question. “You’ll go running back to your new family like the spineless piece of shit you are? Look around ya, old man. We haven’t needed you here in years.”

  His fist comes out of nowhere, smacking into my jaw and rocking my head to the side as Bri lets out a rage-filled gasp, her fear only pushing me closer to the edge. How fucking dare he act like this in front of her. “What the fuck did you say to your mother? What does she know?”

  My hand drags down over my face as a wicked grin pulls at my lips. I was more than prepared to keep him in the dark just as he’s done to us over the past few years. Keep him wondering and fearing for what we know, terrified that at any moment Mom will see she’s better off without him. But fuck it, there’s no time like the present.

  I lean into him, letting him see the absolute delight in my eyes, knowing just how much joy his misery brings me. “I didn’t tell her a damn thing,” I say, pausing and allowing a moment for relief to pound through his body before dropping a fucking bomb on his ass. “I didn’t need to. She overheard the whole fucking conversation. Congratulations, asshole. You did this to yourself.”

  His face drops, and I can practically see the panic claiming him. There’s a lot of shit my mother was willing to put up with over the years, but this? He’s fucked. My father has always clung to Mom. She was his first love and the person who’s always kept him grounded, but not anymore. There’s no way Mom will look the other way, not when he’s married another woman and started a family with her. She’ll never forgive him, and call me a fucking psychopath, but I can’t wait to sit back and watch him burn.

  “You’re lying,” my father rumbles, poking me hard in the chest. “I don’t know how you did it, but this is on you. You told her. You’re responsible for breaking her heart. She was fine with me being away, she was coping, but this is going to destroy her.”

  “This is on me?” I scoff, laughing at his bullshit attempt to put his affair on me while grabbing a pair of boxers and stepping into them. “Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot. I was the one who flew to Australia, and I was the one who fucked a random whore and knocked her up. Tell me again, how the hell did I manage to marry her while still married to someone else?”

  His fist comes at me again, but I won’t be his fucking punching bag. My hand comes up, catching his fist and twisting it away. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” I spit, getting right in his face and letting him see the real me, the monster who lives inside. “You’re going to divorce Mom. You’re going to give her everything she wants, and you’ll never step foot in Bradford again. You’ll tell Addison how much you love her and admit you’re a terrible father, and then you’ll fuck off. We don’t need you, and after the bullshit hurt you’ve caused them, we sure as fuck don’t want you. Understand me, Trenton, if you even try to screw them over again, I will hunt you down.”

  “You’ve got a lot of nerve trying to threaten me, boy,” he growls, pushing off the wall and forcing space between us. “If you knew the things I’ve had to do to keep your nose clean, you’d be keeping your ungrateful mouth shut.”

  Understanding hits me like a fucking wrecking ball. I’ve gotten into plenty of trouble, but only once have I ever been involved in something so horrendous it made me sick. Channing mentioned my father’s name, but I didn’t believe it, not until right this minute. My gaze narrows and my father shrinks back, finally understanding just how far I’ll go to protect this secret. “You knew,” I accuse. “All this fucking time, you knew what went down that night and you didn’t say a fucking thing.”

  My father nervously glances toward Bri in the corner before fixing himself with the kind of untouchable confidence that is no doubt how he got into this mess in the first place. “Of course I fucking knew. Orlando Channing came to me the second this shit was about to go public. Who do you think paid off the authorities to lose that evidence?”

  I shake my head, unable to believe what I’m hearing. “I was a fucking kid. I should have been charged for my involvement in that, but you … fuck, Dad. Paying off the authorities meant the Hardin brothers got away with what they did in that fucking house, and that’s on you. You’re just as fucking guilty as I am.”

  “Don’t you put me on the same fucking level as you, Tanner. You’re a fuck up. Always have been.”

  I scoff, more than ready to take him out when Addison barges through my door. “What the hell is going on—” she stops abruptly when she finds Dad in my room, and her demeanor shifts. She glares at him, the hurt from his betrayal on full display. “You shouldn’t be here.”

  “Addie,” Dad says, taking a hesitant step toward her, his hand raised as if to express some moronic show of innocence. “It’s not what you think. I swear to you, my sweet girl, just give me a chance to explain everything.”

  “Are you or are you not having an affair?” Addison demands, tears welling in her eyes, but there’s no way in hell she’s about to let them fall for him.

  “That’s not fair, sweetheart,” he says, a strange tone in his voice as he tries to tiptoe around the question. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

  “Yes or no, Dad,” she shouts, her jaw clenching. “It’s not a hard question. Did you or did you not screw around on Mom while she was waiting here for you every fucking day, praying for you to be here with her, with us.”

  “Honey—” he says, not denying it one fucking bit.

  The tears finally fall and it breaks my heart. “I hate you,” she says, swallowing hard as her voice breaks. “I never want to see you again.”

  Addie goes to bolt from my room but my father’s booming tone keeps her locked in her place. “Don’t you walk away from me.”

  She wipes her eyes on the back of her sleeves. “Why not?” she throws back at him. “You walked away from us first. You replaced Mom with some Australian bitch and got yourself a whole fucking tribe of kids to replace the two fuck ups you already have. Are we not enough for you? Are we damaged goods, not worth your time? Not obedient enough? What, Dad? What is it about us that you couldn’t stand to be around?”

  Dad just stares at her, not having a fucking clue what to say, but why would he? He’s never here. He doesn’t know how to console her, especially now after everything she’s been through. He’s no father to her. “I … I don’t want you talking like that, Addison. I love you all, you know that.”

  “THEN WHY DID YOU REPLACE US?” she cries, her hands trembling as the pain makes her voice shake. She doesn’t hang around for a response, turning on her heels and taking off like a bat out of hell.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, turning to Bri, but she’s already grabbing her phone off my nightstand and racing for the door.

  She holds her phone up, not bothering to even look back at me. “Already calling him,” she says, reading my mind and knowing a situation like this calls for none other than Hudson Bellamy. Relief pounds through my chest, but I catch my breath as Bri comes to a stop and glances back at my father with a condescending smile.

  Oh fuck, this isn’t going to go down well.

  “Killer,” I warn, but she’s not having a bit of it.

  Despite her smile, she manages to look at my father with such hatred it almost knocks me clean off my feet. “Respectfully,” she starts in a sugary sweet tone just as the loud BANG of Addison’s door slams down the hallway, “you’re a piece of shit who never deserved this family, and I hope to God you spend every day of the rest of your life despising yourself for hurting them like this.” Her smile widens and she’s right back to looking like the sweetest angel. “As always, it was such a pleasure seeing you again.”

  Ahhh, fuck. And now I’m hard.

  Bri doesn’t spare me a single glance before taking off after Addison, and I don’t make a move until I hear the door opening down the hall and softly closing behind her again. Finally, I ball my hands into fists and take a calming breath, not prepared to lose myself again.

  I take a step toward my father just as he spins around to face me, rage burning in his eyes. “What did I tell you about screwing that gold-digging whore?”

  My fist rears back and I—

  “TANNER!” my mother snaps from my open door, still tying her silk robe at her waist, looking disheveled with puffy eyes from a night of drinking and crying. “You dare raise a fist in my house, and I will show you the door.”

  Shit.

  I reluctantly lower my fist, but before I get a chance to defend myself, my mother’s stare turns to stone as she faces my father. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here, Trenton,” she says. “I want you out of my house.”

  “Sara, no,” he says, shaking his head and stepping toward Mom. “We can talk about this. Don’t just throw away twenty years of marriage.”

  “Marriage?” she laughs. “What marriage? You’re living it up with some other woman in Australia, giving her your time, patience, and love. Hell, you gave her three children as well. We have no marriage. What we have is a lie, a sham. You’ve made me the laughingstock of Bradford. You’ve humiliated me.”

  “Please, Sara. You’re the love of my life,” he says. “I never meant to hurt you. It just happened. I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.”

  “I want you out of my house,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing him with a venomous stare. “Pack up your shit and never come back here. I don’t ever want to see you again, and in case you haven’t caught on, I’ll be filing for divorce the moment my lawyer’s office opens.”

  Mom turns on her heel and stalks away, but Dad isn’t finished with her yet, determined not to allow it to end just like that. “Sara?” he shouts, storming out of my room after her.

  I step out in the hallway just as Mom walks back to her room, closing the door behind her and flicking the lock. Dad hurries after her, his fist slamming against the hardwood. “Sara,” he booms. “Open the door. I’m not through with you.” He bangs again, getting more aggressive by the second. “I’m not walking away, Sara. Open the fucking door.”