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“Thank you,” he whispers with a smooth kiss on my lips. “Now let me start repaying the favor.” And he does, more than I could count.
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JAX
The day quickly turns into night as we cling to each other’s naked body. We’ve fucked, we ate in bed, and then we fucked some more. I never want to get out of this bed again. I want the smell of her branded on my skin and her voice enclosed around my muddled brain. So on the days when I’m alone with my demons, she’ll still be with me, coaxing me out of the fog.
The nightmare I had last night was one of my most messed-up ones. I saw her die, felt the loss coursing through my bones. I heard the last beat of her heart.
Thump. Thump. Thu—.
It was as though we were connected and her heartbeat pounded inside my chest next to mine—until it didn’t. It’s a sound I’ll never forget. It killed me. My heart stopped beating with hers.
After my pulse settled a little, I kept my arms around her like bars of a jail cell, not to keep her in but to keep everything else out. I’d do anything to protect this woman.
I’ve had dreams of my family dying before but I haven’t had one of those in a long time. It’s as though I’m stuck living beside both the living and the dead, seeing the ghosts of those I love walking past me.
And if it’s not the living, I’m haunted by those who’ve died, reliving their deaths over and over each time I go to sleep or when something triggers a reaction, like the day with Lexi on the street.
My visions always feel real, making it so hard to differentiate between my darkness and reality. I could smell the blood, feel the cold of dead skin, and hear the cries as though I’m there. But whenever Lexi’s with me during an episode, I’m comforted by her voice that drifts through the fog, clearing it away until she finds me.
Lexi looks up at me sweetly, a smile breaking her plush lips apart. I run the pad of my thumb across them and she closes her eyes.
“We should probably get out of bed now.” She sighs, cleaving closer to me instead.
I bring my hand down, palming her ass. She’s still in my black T-shirt with nothing else underneath. My cock flinches against her belly and she hisses, pushing her chest closer to mine. Her tits are like large, steep mountains I’d really enjoy climbing up with my tongue.
She stretches her body lazily. “You touching me like that really doesn’t help me leave this bed.”
“Never said I want you to leave.” I steal her lips, kissing her slow, wanting to make it last. Her mouth opens for my tongue, our kiss deepening as our lips ride the wave of pleasure.
Everything is amplified when we’re together. I’ve never felt so strongly about a woman before, never wanted to, but she’s made it seem easy. If I were a better man, I’d set her free now instead of postponing the inevitable, but I can’t seem to do it. It’s thoughtless and selfish but I can’t walk away. Not yet. My heart wants her, even when my mind knows it can’t.
Buzz. Buzz. Her cell vibrates against my nightstand, but she doesn’t reach out to get it. Instead, her fingernails graze my scalp, her body languidly grinding against mine.
Buzz. She grunts in frustration. “It’s probably my parents again.”
“Get it, baby.” I smirk, flipping to my back, fisting my hard-on. “I’ll be here waiting.” She sits up, tugging her lip between her teeth, staring at it as though she hasn’t felt it stretch her tight little pussy before. She releases a quick breath, finally looking away, and picks up her phone.
She scrolls, scanning through what I assume are incoming texts, but then out of nowhere her demeanor shifts. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
“What happened?” I ask, chuckling. “Did your mom want to know how many times we did it last night?”
“No. I—I mean yes…” She blinks at me, her gaze hazy. She looks back at the cell maybe rereading whatever the text says. “My mother did send a message, but so did someone else.”
“Who?” I shift, sitting up against my pillows.
“Aiden.” I clench my jaw so fucking hard I may have chipped a goddamn tooth. Why the hell is that fucker messaging her? He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her after what he did.
“What did he want?” My tone comes out harsher than I intended it to.
“I don’t know why he’s contacting me again, I really don’t. He and I—”
“Again?” I interrupt, the muscles in my neck tightening.
She inhales deeply. “A few days after the baseball game, he sent me a text apologizing for what he did, but I never responded. And now, he’s asking if there’s a chance we could meet so he could tell me he’s sorry in person.” I ball my fists under the comforter still covering my legs.That motherfucker has some balls.
She places her phone down and scoots next to me, looking softly into my eyes. “I didn’t have anything to say to him then and I don’t now.”
