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The rhythm was different but the same. My brain vaguely identified dozens of subtle differences between the two men when it came to strength, power, and size, as well as others having to do with rhythm, technique, and depth of penetration.
My body didn’t care.
This is nuts.
“You guys have fun,” Boone smirked from beside us. He winked at Shane as he dropped away. “Take her for a spin. Enjoy our girl for a while.”
Our girl…
I watched him swim off, his two massive arms propelling him toward what amounted to shore.
Did he just say our girl?
“Head upstairs when you’re finished,” Boone called over his shoulder. “Jeremy and I will get the fire going again.”
Still in daze, I turned back to Shane. He was looking at me thoughtfully now. Piercing me with his crystalline gaze, just as he was penetrating me beneath the water.
“You okay?”
It was a question everyone kept asking me, again and again. I supposed I should be thankful. At least they were taking a genuine interest in how I felt, or what my needs might be.
But are you okay, Morgan? Really?
I nodded and smiled. I always nodded and smiled. But still…
“Go on,” said Shane. “You can tell me.”
For some reason I knew I could. There was something about Shane that stripped away the extraneous bullshit and encouraged honest discussion. Moreover, I realized I wanted to.
So I told him.
Forty-Two
SHANE
“It’s this place,” she said plainly. “It’s just too perfect. Too ridiculously, over-the-top, incredibly perfect.”
I smiled and pulle
d her so close our noses brushed. I was reminded of the snow shelter, only the bonds between us felt stronger than ever. Down below, we were connected in the most intimate of ways.
“Maybe you’re dead?”
She blinked in total confusion. She had no idea what I was talking about, and it was absolutely adorable.
“What?”
“Maybe you died during the avalanche,” I shrugged. “That’s why this place is so perfect. You’re not really here, you’re in heaven.”
All at once she realized what I was saying. She paused for a split second — almost as if thinking about it — then smirked and punched me in the arm.
“That’s not even funny.”
I let out a laugh. It was definitely a little funny. Right now though, I wanted her to open up. I had to know what was bothering her.
“Seriously,” I said, my expression going blank. I took her face gently in my injured hand. “Tell me.”
“Well… it’s you.”
