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I’m home in his arms—safe, protected, intensely loved.
All too soon, Ryder pulls away and studies me. “I’m going to get our tent set up. Just sit beside Dez and rest. We’ll take care of you guys.”
I give him a nod before joining my sister, who sits with her head bowed, absently rubbing at her hands that are stained with Jace’s blood. Kristen gives me a sad smile before searching for some sticks to use for the campfire. Rowdy and Ryder make quick work of erecting our one and only tent. It’s going to be a tight squeeze with the five of us inside.
By the time night falls, we have a nice, warm fire going and are munching away on the food Ryder had packed in his bag. It’s nice being able to actually see for a change. Knowing Ryder thought to bring my glasses with him just makes me love him a little more if that’s even possible.
“You have to eat something,” Rowdy urges Destiny. “Please.”
He hovers over her, watching her every move—which is very little—as though she might vanish if he blinks. When she doesn’t open her mouth or attempt to eat, he scrubs a palm over his face, a weary expression taking over.
“Come on. Time for bed,” he says with a grunt. “You get a pass tonight, but you have to eat something in the morning.”
The unspoken “or I’ll force it down your throat” hangs in the air.
I shudder. Kristen looks away, shivering. Ryder frowns.
But Destiny?
She doesn’t move or flinch.
He scoops her into his arms again before striding over to the unzipped tent. Kristen reaches over to tug at my sleeve, eyes pleading for me to go to the tent with her. After being with Logan for so long, I don’t understand why she seems creeped out by my brother. He’s harmless.
“I’m beat,” I say with a grunt as I stand. “Ry, you coming?”
His narrowed eyes dart to where Kristen’s hand slides inside mine. He stares a beat longer, nostrils flaring, before also standing.
He stalks ahead of us toward the tent. Kristen steps inside next with me following after. There’s enough glow from the campfire that I can see the tight sleeping arrangements well. Rowdy is to the far left, Destiny tucked protectively at his side, whereas Ryder is on the far right. Since we only have the one sleeping bag, they unzipped it and spread it across the bottom of the tent for padding, but we won’t have anything to cover up with tonight.
“Put the girls in the middle where it’s safe,” Ryder instructs.
Kristen stretches out on her side beside Destiny and I’m left with a tiny sliver of space between her and Ryder. I’m also unable to lie flat on my back and end up on my side as well. As soon as I relax, Ryder’s warmth envelops me from behind and his arm hooks over me, pulling me closer into his embrace.
Snuggling with Ryder is the best thing that’s happened to me in what feels like forever. His muscular body molds to mine, freely sharing his body heat. Easily, I’m able to drift to sleep with his safe hold around me.
Logan’s dick presses against my ass as he snakes his palm under my shirt. Fear surges through me, cold and numbing. I can’t move. Soon, he’ll rip my jeans away and push his dick inside of me. All the soreness that’s been trying to heal will be reopened, making me bleed…hopefully to death.
I don’t want to die.
I want to go home and be with my family.
He ruts against me again. This time, I’m unable to hold back a scream, followed by begging that will only get me beat on.
“Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t.”
“Ronan!”
A soft smack to my cheek jerks me from my nightmare. It’s too dark to see him, but I feel him. It’s Ryder. I’m with Ryder. I’m safe.
The feel of his erection pressing against my ass sends full-bodied shudders wracking through me. I’m trapped and suffocating. There’s nowhere to go!
“Breathe,” Ryder urges, stroking my cheek. “You’re having a panic attack. I’ve got you.”
“D-Don’t touch me,” I choke out, attempting to scramble away from him. “P-Please.”
He scoots back a hair and pulls his hand back. His absence doesn’t feel better, though. It’s worse. But I can’t stomach the idea of his dick pressing against me like Logan’s did.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I just…I need space.”
