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“I wasn’t—” Thrust. “Calling—” Thrust. “You that.” My words came out staggered and breathless.
As he continued to pound into me, one of his hands left my hip and he fisted my hair, tugging it just enough to border the edge of pleasure and pain. “I’m the only one fucking you, Shiloh. If you don’t want me to think I’m a god, you better start moaning my name.”
The sounds of my moans and us slapping together were undoubtedly reaching every corner of the cabin. I’d be really surprised if my other boyfriends weren’t awake and didn’t know exactly what we were doing.
Knox let go of my hair and reached his hand around the front of me between my legs. He began rubbing my clit.
Release slammed into me, making me cry out, “Knox!” My upper body collapsed against the back of the couch, panting.
As I just lay there contracting around his cock, his grip on my hip tightened and his thrusts quickened until he slammed into me one last time. “Fuck,” he growled as he came.
We stayed still for a minute, just trying to catch our breath. Then Knox eventually pulled out of me and left to go dispose of the condom. I was in the same position when he returned.
“I think you managed to break me,” I said as I watched him put his sweatpants back on and scoop his navy T-shirt off the floor.
Smiling, he lifted me to sit upright, put his T-shirt on me, and laid us out on the couch with me on top of him.
I lay my head over his heart and listened to it beat as I watched the fire. “I need to go finish the doughnuts,” I said and let out a yawn.
He began running his fingers up and down my spine. “What you need is sleep. Just rest, Shiloh.”
“Did you have sex with me just to tire me out?”
“No. I did that for selfish reasons. But if you’re able to get a good night’s sleep because of it, I’ll take the credit.”
I snorted. “Just like you took the title of god?”
“You’re the one who called me that.”
“I did not!”
His chest shook beneath me as he laughed. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Nor would I have if I’d been able to. It was a wonderful moment—almost perfect. But intrusive thoughts always found a way to sneak into my mind and I found myself questioning how many more wonderful moments we had left. We were in our own bubble here. How long until someone or something tried to pop it?
I fought with all my might to push those thoughts away and just focus on the feel of the man holding me. I focused hard on his fingers rubbing up and down my spine until my eyes became heavy and I drifted off.
12
I wokeup on the couch alone. The fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly and I could feel its heat. Sitting up, I threw off the throw blanket that had been covering me. “Knox?” I called out as I looked into the kitchen. The lights were on, but it was empty.
As I stood, I realized that I was dressed in my clothes. Not Knox’s shirt. I didn’t remember getting dressed before I’d fallen asleep. “Knox?” I called again and tried to look down the hall. It was pitch black. I didn’t know why, but the darkness scared me and my legs moved me toward the bright kitchen.
Feeling safe in the light, I convinced myself that Knox was in the bathroom and I headed to the fridge for some water. As I walked by the island, a white ceramic cake stand with a glass dome lid caught my eye. Under the clear glass, I could see the chocolate doughnuts I had been working on were glazed and stacked neatly.
For a second, I wondered if Knox had finished glazing the doughnuts for me. Then I glanced down at my clothes and I started to have doubts. Had I dreamt of Knox and me having sex? Had I made the doughnuts and just fallen asleep on the couch?
“Shiloh,” a voice called me.
I looked toward the hall, where I could have sworn the voice had come from, and Mr. X stepped out of the darkness. He was holding a knife in his hand. The blade was covered in blood. So were his hands and the front of his jeans, and some was spattered across his face.
Seeing that blood spiked more fear in me than he did. “Whose blood is that?” I asked even though I knew the answer.
“Shi,” I heard Creed call for me. His voice sounded like it was coming from my bedroom down the hall behind Mr. X. I had to get to him. He could be hurt.
Hearing Creed, Mr. X glanced over his shoulder.
“No,” I said and to my surprise I was able to move. For once, fear did not shackle me and nothing tried to stop me.
Mr. X turned around toward the hall and I began running for him.
