Page 12 of Enter if you Dare: Part Three

“I’m here. Let go, I will catch you.”

I want her to know I am entirely in the moment with her, that I’m not lost in my head. I want her to know that if she ever needs me, I will give her my undivided attention.

She whispers something against my jaw, but I can’t make out if it was even a word, so I pull back to look at her face, checking to make sure she’s okay. “Good?”

“So good, do not stop.”

I’m not planning on it, but I let her set the pace, biting down on my tongue a few times to clear my thoughts so I don’t come, though it’s getting harder the faster she grinds against me. She comes apart slowly, and I watch as she does. How her head falls back, and her eyes close, the way her body arches. I want to remember this moment, the one where she allows herself to let go, to enjoy something she doesn’t need to apologize for grasping for herself.

My fingers dig into the couch cushions as her pussy clamps down tighter and her body shudders, then I finally stop fighting the feeling coiling inside me and help her ride me through my release.

Once we both come down, her body sags against mine, face tucking into my neck as I wrap my arms around her and listen to her breathe.

“Cipher,” she whispers into my neck.

“Mmm?”

“Thank you.”

I chuckle. “You don’t have to thank me for sex.”

That makes her laugh. “Not for the sex, though it was very good. For being what I need. I have never had that before. I have always had to be the strong one all the time; I never let myself be anything else.”

I simply press my lips to the top of her head and don’t say anything else.

Valli

Nixie has called me to her office. I wish it were to fire me—at least then I would know what to expect. The last few days, she has given me time off to deal with everything going on with Cave. Sure, I might have bitten someone’s head off for asking a simple question, and that person was a guest, but I took their question the wrong way, then went on a rant about something completely irrelevant.

Nixie is at her desk when I walk in, and she gestures to the chair in front of her. I sit and fold my hands in my lap, needing something to do with them.

“Vincent called me, and there has been a development. A petition was submitted yesterday by the facility’s legal team, requesting a formal extension to the observation period. If it’s approved, it adds another two weeks to the hold.”

I take a deep breath; there is no point yelling at Nixie—none of this is her fault. Yet two weeks added to what is left of the original thirty days is bullshit.

“Is it going to be approved?”

“Vincent doesn’t believe so. He filed an appeal and has the judge who issued the original visitation pass in his corner. He’s confident.”

“At least that’s something. Do we know why they are doing this?”

Nixie shrugs. “Officially no, but I have a feeling my past with Evan and a few of the others may have something to do with it. Without telling you my personal history, let’s say, feelings were hurt when I chose Cave and walked away.”

“That isn’t fair to Cave.”

“I know, and if this is a tantrum on their behalf, they’re about to be reminded of what my ass looks like when they watch me walk away with him again.”

I smirk at her words. Nixie is a badass, and I can imagine it hurt her to leave them, but from what I can see, you never tell her what to do or how to do it. Nixie walks to the beat of her own drum.

“Are you okay?” she asks as I stand.

“Yes, I will be.”

She nods once. “I will let you know the moment I know anything more.”

“Thank you,” I say and walk out.

The morning is gray and cold, and I smell rain approaching again. I stand outside Nixie’s door for a few seconds and breathe before I walk away. I don’t return to the shed or even the bar; instead, I walk to the far edge of the island, where there is just a cliff and water. I simply stand there with my hands in my pockets and breathe in the salty air.