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if I
didn’t put her to the test: driving her to the brink and back
before I eased that juicy ass wide open and showed her what it feels
like to be filled all the way to the fucking hilt.
    The feel of her pussy
clenching damn near drove me insane, and with the buzz of that
vibrator rubbing through her walls? Fuck. I swore that next time,
it’ll be my cock plunging into that tight rear channel, but as I
look around at the dark, empty room, I feel a stab of remorse.
    She wasn’t ready.
    You fucked it up good
this time.
    Then the door swings
open and Keely hurries inside. She’s breathless, checking behind
her in the hall like she’s worried she’s being followed.
    “Where have you
been?” I demand, relief crashing through me. So she’s not halfway
back to LA by now.
    “Just, upstairs.”
Keely checks outside again, before quietly closing the door. She
comes to sit on the edge of the bed, and pulls out a file she’s had
hidden in her robe. “I was looking through the attics for
information about Ashcroft, and you won’t believe what I found.”
    She passes me the file.
I flip it open and freeze.
    A photo of my father
with mom, my brother and me.
    “Where did you get
this?” I snap my eyes back up. Does she know my secret? What’s
going on?
    “In boxes of
Ashcroft’s stuff. Look, it’s my mom.”
    Keely points to another
photo in the file, of a young woman. I let out a sigh of relief.
Shit, that was close.
    Then I turn the photo
over and see the writing on the back. “What the hell is this?”
    “I don’t know, but
it’s serious.” Keely curls her legs up under her. “I always
thought mom ran away because Ashcroft broke her heart. That he didn’t
want me, or something like that. But what if he broke things off to
protect her -- from whoever was sending those threatening letters?”
    I grip the file hard.
My heart is suddenly pounding like a fucking jackhammer in my chest.
    “What else did you
find?” I demand in a low voice, trying to keep it together.
    “Just those photos,
and some love letters from Ashcroft to my mom. What do you think they
mean?”
    “I don’t know,” I
answer slowly, looking through the bundle again. This time, I see
another photo of my dad.
    There’s a bullseye
drawn on his face.
    My blood runs cold. I
remember that day, out in our front yard. Dad had just bought home a
cool remote-controlled airplane for me, and we spent hours out there,
playing together.
    Back before I lost him.
Before Ashcroft destroyed him -- or so I thought.
    “I don’t know who
that is,” Keely speaks up, watching me. “He was in the family
albums too, maybe an old friend? I might try and track him down.
Maybe he knows something about what happened back then.”
    “He’s dead.”
    I answer without
thinking. Keely looks confused. I quickly cover. “I mean, he’s
probably gone by now, right? Ashcroft kicked it already.”
    “That’s different,
the cancer got him. This guy looks in his forties there, so he must
be about seventy now. That’s not too old.” Keely sighs. “But I
don’t even know his name.”
    Good.
    I tuck the photo away
when she’s not looking. “Come here.” I gesture, shoving the
file aside as if its contents haven’t just turned my world upside
down. “You look stressed. And I’ve got something that can take
care of that.”
    Try nine inches of hard
cock. If anything can make me forget about this bombshell, sinking
deep into her wet pussy will, but Keely snuggles up against me with a
yawn. “Too tired,” she whispers, already drifting off. “You
mind if we just sleep?”
    I exhale. “Sure
thing, baby.”
    She’s out like a
light in seconds, her warm curves wrapped around me. I stare at the
ceiling, my body wired tight, my dick hard and hungry for her.
    What the fuck is going
on?
    I always thought it was
so simple. Ashcroft screwed my dad out of the company. My dad
couldn’t take the shame and disappointment, so he put a shotgun in
his mouth and pulled the