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Saige
We had no door to our bedroom. No privacy other than a wall separating our bed from Flynn’s. Embarrassment tempted me to put a stop to Callan’s attentions once he turned down the lamps, but our situation was my new life. How we lived couldn’t easily be changed with the gaping doorway and no lumber mill close by to build up the wall and make a door.
Flynn would be forced to hear his father’s grunts.
The thought of the younger man listening to his father take me tingled awareness through my body, dampening my inner walls, easing Callan’s thrusts after ten minutes or so of t*****e. So much for that face-to-face I’d been hoping to bind us together.
Shame heated my cheeks, but I couldn’t keep from thinking of Flynn as I held still and let Callan continue to have his way with me. Hi
