Kathleen’s cunt, however, is not at all bitter. She is straddling me fully now, moving slowly and deliciously up and down my shaft. I hear the slap of our thighs together. Feel the slick of her wetness, her juices dampening my pubic hair. She moans into my mouth, her lips sweet and sharp. She bites my lip and makes me bleed as she clenches around me.

I close my eyes and throw my head back to an angle where she can’t put her lips on mine. The kissing part is not my favorite. The fucking part, on the other hand…

“Go faster, Rory.”

If Kathleen notices my slip of the tongue, she lets it slide. She moves faster, my balls tighten, and I know I’m close.

I’ve always tried to be a good lover. To go down on the girl, to hit deep, to feel what she likes and doesn’t like. But right now, all I want is the personal gratification of being inside Rory’s sister, spiting her somehow, without her knowledge.

Still, I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine it’s her I’m fucking.

“Rory, Rory, Rory,” I chant shamelessly, too out of it to be good, to be fair, to be present. “I’m coming.”

“Come,” Kathleen drones.

And in that moment, I swear her voice is throaty and low, just like Rory’s. I shoot my load inside her, growling in frustration and pleasure.

I can feel the spurts of cum shooting straight into her, and that’s when I realize I didn’t wear a condom.

And that’s when I realize I don’t particularly care.

I’ve only ever gone bareback with Rory, only once, and it didn’t end well.

But Kath, Kath is nothing like Rory.

She is dedicated to me. She’s not the hunter, but a willing prey.

“I don’t mind, you know,” she tells me quietly. “If you call her name. I really don’t. It’s kind of kinky, I think. I like it.”

I clutch her waist in one hand, her jaw in the other, and kiss her mouth hard, ignoring the blood between us, filling my lap.

What it means.

What she just did to me.

What I just unwillingly took.

And the calamity that’s waiting for us around the corner.

Chapter 12

Present

Rory

Rory: Are you sitting down?

Summer: Bitch, what kind of question is that? Who’s standing up for no reason? This is the 21st century. We sit down unless we’re in the gym or in line for Jamba Juice.

Rory: Mal is a widower.

Summer: ???

Rory: What part didn’t you understand?

Summer: The one where you’re being short and snappy with me for no apparent reason, in fact.

Rory: Sorry. Sorry. I’m just shocked. Kathleen died some time ago. He wouldn’t give me the details. I’m shattered, Summer. She was my sister.