ASHLEY’S POV
The only thing keeping me upright was the brutal rhythm of my cousin’s c**k pounding into me from behind.
Each thrust slammed my hips against the cold metal of his dad’s Mustang, the thump-thump-thump a frantic secret hiding under the cheerful murmur of our family’s voices just beyond the thin garage door.
Connor’s hand was clamped over my mouth, his calloused palm stifling my choked, pleasure-strangled cries.
His other arm was a steel band around my waist, holding me up as he drove into me with the focused intensity of a man claiming what was always his.
“Shhh, baby,” he growled, his breath a hot gust against my sweat-slicked neck. “You wanna explain to everyone why their sweet, married Ashley is getting her guts rearranged by her cousin? Again?”
I couldn’t answer. I
