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“You can stay here every night,” I tell him, emboldened by the way he’s touching me.
His fingers move between my legs and stroke, dipping down inside of me and back up to my clit. Little circles, faster and faster. My eyes roll back.
“Look at me. Watch.” He takes his dick and rubs it where his fingers have been. It’s glistening when he pulls back, my desire all over him.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper.
He lowers and puts his mouth there, blowing against my skin. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers and then his tongue dives into me and I yell.
“Fuck me,” I moan. “I can’t wait.”
He ignores me, his tongue going crazy, and he hits a spot that makes me buck off of the bed. He puts his hands underneath me and fucks me with his mouth, dragging in and out of me until I lose my mind.
I’m barely coming down from the high when he moves his body flush against mine. I inhale and exhale a few shaky breaths and he drives into me. And again. Harder. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies pounding together.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, leaning up to watch us fuck. He groans and pulls out then dives back in. His eyes squeeze shut and he goes still. “You feel too good. I can’t stop.” He sets the rhythm, and we go so hard the bed bangs into the wall with each thrust. Ten, twenty times, until I feel like I might black out from the pleasure.
“Come with me,” I moan.
He explodes, shouting my name. It’s such an intimate moment that I start to cry.
For one perfect night, I know what it’s like to be held in reverence, worshipped, and my purity defiled until I can barely move.
We meet Jewel around midnight at the halfway point to the farmhouse. Rebel is asleep in her arms when she hands him to me.
“Go well, little guy,” she says.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nah. I hate emotional shit. Plus, no rest for the wicked. It’s a working night for me.”
“Thank you for everything,” I call after her.
She winks at me before climbing into her car.
We drive the rest of the way in silence, Jackal staying under the speed limit the entire time. I hold the sleeping Rebel to my chest. When we see the farmhouse, Jackal reaches over and squeezes my knee.
“Ready?”
“My heart is pounding so hard,” I tell him. “What if we took the wrong baby?”
He laughs so hard, Rebel stirs in my arms.
“With all we went through, little thief, she’s keeping this one whether it’s Rebel or not.”
Jackal puts the car in park, and for a moment, all we can do is stare at each other. I feel unfamiliar things unfurl in my belly when he looks at me like that.
“I was wrong about you,” I say.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“Phoenix,” he says.
My eyes are locked on his lips. He says my name again and I snap out of my trance.
“What?” I say, distracted.
