I smacked his ass.
“Oh yeah? Okay.” He rolled on top of me and slid down, holding me by the hips. Then he parted my legs, darting his tongue out.
“Oh my God, no. I already came three times.”
He didn’t heed my protest, and the wetness of his tongue took over me. I squirmed at first, asking him to stop, but then I had to surrender to the pleasure he drowned me in. Why was I complaining? His mouth and fingers squeezed another orgasm out of me, letting me know, while I was the one that tied him to my bed and held a whip,hedominated and owned my body.
Dusty was everything I ever needed and more.
“Maybe next time we do it in the bunker with the shackles and all?” He smiled.
“Too cocky. Who said there would be a next time?”
His expression darkened. “Don’t ever joke about this.”
I curled in his arms, surrounded by his warmth and incredible muscles, marveling at him. Whether there was going to be a second time or not. Whether we could be in a relationship after everything we had been through. Whether I’d go with him or he’d come with me. This wasn’t the time for making such decisions.
This was the time for putting all worries aside and be happy. The time for hope.
CHAPTER 32
Cameron
It was impossible to concentrate on the relationship between modulus of elasticity and strength Professor Lathery so passionately was explaining, though. I’d only slept for two hours last night. I couldn’t help but zone out.
Getting back to college wasn’t very difficult. In fact, it was the easiest part. CIT didn’t take me back, but, among a few other places, Cal Poly accepted me. It was the perfect choice. Far enough—four hours—from home but not too far for Dusty to visit.
Even though he wasn’t fully on board with my choice, I couldn’t stay in San Francisco, not even for him despite how much I wanted to. Last year, I lost everything. My college scholarship, a huge chunk of my soul, the last member of my family, and almost my life to this city of pain. For a chance at starting a new life, with the man who said he loved me, the only man I ever wanted to be with, I had to leave all the dysfunction of my past behind, turn my back on the places, the people, the pain and run toward my future.
I was a semester and half away from getting my bachelor’s degree, and I couldn’t be happier—drowning in student loans and enormous amounts of worksheets but happy.
Except for the time when I was alone without Dusty. Damn those fucking nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreadful events of the last year haunt me like a fucking plague. Every night I woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, breathing as if an elephant sat on my chest. Then I try to remind myself that it was over. I was no longer in Rosewood. I survived. That must have amounted to something, or so I kept telling myself as I searched for a way to move forward.
To live.
“Annie…”
Someone whispered next to me, and a pang set in my chest.
All right, I wasn’t happy at moments like these either. When I accidently heard someone call a girl who had my sister’s name, or when Ashley, my roommate, asked me to braid her long, black hair, like I used to do with my sister, or when I saw an old blond man on a motorcycle…
Sometimes, I didn’t even need a trigger. The ugly memories would sneak up on me unexpectedly. In the classroom. In the shower. At lunch with my college friends or the occasional party Ashley dragged me to a couple of months ago.
Lingering, like a disease.
I wished I’d been able to lay down the unfortunate baggage I was forced to carry into my future. I tried everything to forget. Bury myself in my studies. Drink. Smoke. Go on long rides on the new Harley Dusty bought me when I moved here.
But the memories stayed. Always there. Indelible. Unforgivable.
Eventually, I learned I couldn’t forget, no matter how much I’d try. The best way to cope with the dreadful past was accepting it and counting my blessings.
I was able to get out alive.
I went back to engineering school.
I was in love—even when I hadn’t said it to him yet—with a very tall, very handsome, packing, all-muscle hotness.
Who is also a motorcycle gang president and the son of your sister’s murderer.
