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Her energy gives out, the orgasm depleting her, and I take over. Rolling her legs up until I can wrap my hands under her arms, I grab her shoulders for leverage.
I pound into her, pulling and pushing her tiny body under mine and using her pussy to jack myself off as I bury my face in the curve of her neck.
Sucking the tender skin into my mouth, I mark her, needing proof that she’s mine, even if only for this moment. Maggie’s crying out, holding onto my neck as I drive her harder and harder, my hips slamming against her and shaking the whole bed.
“Shane! Please, come. I need you to come,” she begs. Her voice drops off. Her brain’s so overloaded that all she can do is moan wordlessly even as her pussy squeezes me even tighter.
Anything my Angel wants, I’ll give her. With a roar, I explode, my cock pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her, triggering her once again, and her walls flutter, milking me. She cries, no words possible for either of us as we’re both destroyed and remade in the energy of this bonding.
We ride out the waves together, finally crashing to the bed spent. I lift up, not wanting to crush her small frame with my heavy ass, but she pulls me back down, snuggling beneath me.
I chuckle lightly, not wanting to move, not wanting to disturb my still semi-hard cock inside her. “You sure I’m not smothering you? Can you even breathe?”
In response, she takes an audible breath and blows a weak raspberry against my neck. “Yes, I can breathe. It smells like you, manly and salty and sexy.”
I bury my face in her hair, feeling a wide smile overtake my face. “Well, you smell like cupcakes and sugar. Is that just you? Or do you buy special soap that makes me want to eat you all the time?”
I move to nibble at her earlobe and she giggles. “A lady has to keep some secrets to maintain an air of mystery.”
She says it lightly, teasing, but a beat later, even as we’re still connected as one, the reality of the secrets we are both keeping presses down heavily. We both pause, and I pull back to look at her face.
She lied to me about her name. She’s probably lying to me about why she’s working at Petals, and fuck knows, I’m lying about shit.
But for a moment, we escaped. Just the two of us . . . until reality crashed back in like it always does. We release each other, both of us needing a moment now, and I quietly roll off her to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. Running it under the warm water, I clean myself before coming back with another fresh cloth for Maggie.
I wipe her down, letting her know that while I’ve still got issues, there’s something that I don’t want to let go of between us. She watches me silently, her face promising me things I’m not ready to trust just yet, but I want to. When she’s all clean, I toss the rag toward the bathroom door before lying down. I feel like that rag, wrung out and used, and I imagine Maggie feels the same way.
“Come here, Angel.”
She scoots closer to my open arm, curling against my side like a kitten and placing her head on my chest as I hug her to me. We might be hiding things, but right now, we both need comfort. And I can give that to her. I’ll give her anything.
Her voice is a whisper, but there’s steel in it, her bravery shining through, even in the face of a problem she never imagined she’d face. “Shane? What are we going to do?”
I squeeze her tighter and kiss her temple softly. “Right now, we’re going to sleep. We’ll figure out the next step this afternoon.”
She sighs softly, and in moments, I feel her relax, drifting to sleep. I lie awake, though, mentally running through every scenario, every possible outcome, the risks of each making me tense.
We’re going to have to trust someone, but if we choose wrong, it’ll likely be the death of both of us.
Chapter 17
Maggie
In what’s starting to feel habitual, I wake up curled against Shane’s side, my leg slung over his and my head nestled on his chest and shoulder. It feels right, comfortable. Safe. I snuggle in deeper, and he stirs, pulling me tight and lifting my hand to his mouth to lightly kiss my fingertips. “Morning, Angel. Well, evening, I guess.”
I lower my hand to rub his chest. “What are we thinking today? Drive all night, eat crap food, and then sexercise ourselves to sleep?”
Shane cups my chin in his hand, lifting it toward him. “Sounds like fun, but we’ll have to see. First, a kiss. Second, we need to hit the road. We slept in, so just a kiss.”
