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Casey
Ricky moved away, and I lifted and turned, sagging my back against the wall since my knees were weak as hell from the most explosive c****x I’d ever experienced. He stood, fists clenched and chest heaving, peering at me from heavy-lidded eyes.
His c**k strained inside his jeans, but he held still.
“Ricky?” I whispered, afraid he would bolt on me again.
The second he gave in completely to what we both wanted, his shoulders lowered and guilt flooded his eyes. “Your father is going to gut me wide open.”
“He doesn’t need to know,” I reasoned with the first thing to pop into my head, cursing myself immediately after thinking Ricky might take it as my wanting to hide him like he wasn’t good enough—
“Bedroom.” He rasped the word as though incapable of saying anything else.
I didn
