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“And did you get the answer you wanted? He’s never going to admit to killing her.”
“I’m not convinced he did kill her.” I hand him the glass and gesture for him to refill it with a nod of my head. Rolling his eyes, he pours another. “You drink too much.”
“That’s rich coming from you, asshole. And let’s not forget you fucking shot me.”
“Why do you think he didn’t kill her?” Rage and fire burn inside me. I’m fucking tired of this shit.
“Because he thinks I did it,” I roar, throwing my glass across the room. It shatters into a million pieces just as Mona returns. She looks between us, confused.
“Come on. Let’s get this over with,” I snap.
“Are you okay?” she asks, placing her bowl down. Cash holds the flashlight on the wound so she can clean it.
“I’m fine,” I brood.
Grabbing the bandage from her hands I stick it to my skin before getting up and going upstairs. I need a towel and some sleep.
I lie in the bed, the sky cracking open above me keeping sleep away. The door opens a sliver, and a petite figure crosses the room to my side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I groan, not strong enough to deny her if she asks me to kiss her, fuck her, worship her.
“Can I sleep with you? I don’t want to be alone.”
I open my mouth to ask her why she doesn’t go to Cash—he’s the safer option—but I’m selfish and I don’t want to give up something I want.
“I can leave.” She frowns, her voice shaking.
I shift over, pulling back the covers. “I already told you, you’re never leaving me.” I smile, a first real smile in days.
Her body curls up next to mine, sating my turbulent thoughts.
“What’s troubling you?” she whispers her fingers tracing the tattoo on my chest and attentively circling the bullet graze.
“I want answers for you so you aren’t here solely for reasons so fucking brutal and dark. I want you to want to be here, to like what you’ve found.”
“I do,” she breathes, moving closer, every inch of her touching part of me.
“Do you think it was your father?”
“I honestly don’t know. If it were, would you want him to die?”
If she says yes, I’ll load my shotgun right now and deliver his heart to her in offering.
“Yes.” She sighs. “No.” She shrugs. “I just want answers. I want to know where her heart is—why someone would harm her. She was kind and innocent.”
“Like you?” I kiss the top of her head.
“She was better than me.”
“There doesn’t get better than you, islander.”
A loud crack of thunder bursts through the sky. Mona jolts and climbs on top of me, her legs spread around my waist, tits pushing into my chest. My cock comes alive from the heat of her pussy.
“Erm…” I grunt.
“Can I stay here for a while?” she breathes against my skin, her lips on my chest.
“I can’t guarantee my cock isn’t going to stab you in the ass.” I chuckle, and she barks out a laugh, making her body wriggle over mine.
Fuck.
“It feels so good being in your arms, but I also feel guilt for living the life Clara wanted for herself with Cash.”
“What would she want for you?” I ask, circling her body with my arms.
“Everything,” she exhales, lifting her head. “She would want me to have everything she couldn’t and more.” And with that, she lowers her lips to mine.
Twenty
Mona
Every part of him is touching every part of me. I’ve never felt more alive than right now in his arms. His large palm grasps my cheek, pulling me closer, our lips dancing, tasting, devouring. Flicking his tongue across the seam and gaining access, the world around me tips on its axis. His warm tongue explores, tasting every corner, every inch of space, claiming, owning. His other palm slides up my body beneath my bed shirt and he grasps my breast, kneading.
My nipples peak painfully, begging for relief. He lightly pinches, eliciting a sharp tremor of pleasure.
He seems to crowd every part of me. His scent invades mine as he spins us so he’s above me, towering, keeping me his willing captive just as the sky cracks with an electric charge.
With little effort, he grips the neck of my shirt and tears down the middle, exposing my flesh to his hungry gaze. I’m overheating, the anticipation overwhelming every molecule of my being.
“You could have just asked me to remove it.” I giggle, a mix of nerves and euphoria making me feel delirious.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He covers my nipple with his lips, rendering me speechless. My back arches to meet his delicious administrations.
“You like that?” he asks, his lips hooking up at the corner. Every part of my body awakens to his smile. He could rule the world with that damn smile. Hungry eyes track my pulse jumping wildly in my neck. He seals his lips over the thump, claiming me there.
