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off to work some bouncer gig in the city.
     
    I left out my suspicions that my father was after money and just confessed my confusion. “I don’t get why Tony still hangs around there.”
     
    “Because he’s family?” Riley suggested. “I mean, I don’t know all the circumstances, but that’s just my guess.”
     
    I hadn’t filled her in on very much about my past, about Tony’s and my childhoods. She didn’t need to hear about that. The present was all that was important, anyway.
     
    “I just don’t get it,” I said, laying back on my bed with a groan. Riley knelt over me, straddling my legs, wearing just a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top that bared the tops of her breasts. The girl was trying to kill me.
     
    “Some people just get stuck,” she said softly. “I think he’s a lot like my sister in that. My mother uses her but she just can’t seem to make herself leave, no matter how bad it is for her.”
     
    “I don’t think they’re the same,” I said, “Tony’s still looking for the old man’s approval, even now. It’s fucking depressing.”
     
    “And Katherine’s just scared,” Riley said, nodding.
     
    “Let’s not talk about them anymore,” I said, running my hands up her bare thighs.
     
    “Hands off,” she said, swatting them away. “Let me take care of you.”
     
    “You’ve done enough already,” I said, though I didn’t fight her. She was unbuttoning my jeans - I’d be crazy to argue.
     
    She carefully pulled them and my boxers down my legs and let them fall to the floor. I was already hard - I didn’t even know what she had in mind, but it didn’t matter.
     
    “You’re too good to me, baby,” I said as she slid me between her lips. I clenched the sheets as I tried to hold myself still. “Fuck.”
     
    Her mouth was pure heaven. She moaned around me, adding the vibrations of her voice to all that wet heat. I hated that I couldn’t move the way I wanted, that I couldn’t do the same for her.
     
    Or maybe I could. I let her go on for just a minute longer, savoring every sensation as she began working me even deeper, sucking gently, caressing me with her tongue. Much longer and I would explode right down her throat. As appealing as that was, there was something I wanted more.
     
    “Stop,” I said, gently pushing on her shoulder. She pulled away, releasing me from the warmth of her mouth. I groaned at the loss. “Take your pants off.”
     
    “Mal-”
     
    “Quiet. Take them off. I want you up here.” I pointed at my head.
     
    “Huh?”
     
    I laughed at her confusion. “I want you to kneel over my face, baby.”
     
    “Oh.” She blushed. I’d seen her wild streak before, she was hardly shy in the bedroom, but this made her blush? I felt oddly proud that I’d managed it.
     
    She tossed her little shorts aside with a coy smile, though her cheeks remained red. “Are you sure?”
     
    “Yeah. Get up here.”
     
    “’Cause I wanted to take care of you.”
     
    “You are. I need you to come on my face.”
     
    “Shit, Mal!” she said, grinning broadly, “You’ve got the filthiest mouth I’ve ever heard.”
     
    “You love it.”
     
    “I do,” she said, though her eyes flickered away for a moment. I bit my lip before I said anything more. Before I went all mushy and said something truly stupid.
     
    Instead I took her arm and tugged her forward. She complied, crawling up the bed. She placed one knee to either side of my head where I pointed, baring herself above me. My mouth watered.
     
    I tugged on her hips and she lowered herself down to where I could reach her. Propping up my pillow behind my neck, finally, I drew my tongue through the soft folds of her sex.
     
    She moaned out loud. The sound was immensely gratifying, like music to my ears. Some people found joy in symphonies; I found it in the song of her desire and her pleasure.
     
    The taste of her was intoxicating. I stroked myself as I attacked her most sensitive spots,