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I shift her leg to a better angle and push in hard. A smile teases her lips. With her eyes still closed, she says, “Listen. Hush.”
But I’m not listening. And she’s not staying hushed. I’m used to my princess chanting my name; I’ve learned her exact change of pitch when she’s close to coming. But this is the first time I’ve ever heard hersingas I fuck her.
It starts as a hum, a buzz that vibrates from her throat to her back. That sound ripens into a moan. The faster I stroke, the higher her tone, each note drawn out into something weird and strange and fucking irresistible. It’s like my cock is playing her, like she’s some sort of instrument I’ve never heard before in my life.
I get lost in the music. I don’t have to tell her I fucked up at the club. I don’t have to admit the Herzogs are still out there. We’ll never be free.
For this moment in time, in this separate space, it’s just Alix and me, finding some new way to lose our minds in and around and for each other.
I slow down because I don’t want to lose this. Once I blow my wad, it’s going to be Alix and me, back to normal. I’ll have to tell her everything that happened at Kynk. Everything that didn’t.
But she’s getting closer. I can feel it in the tightness of her ass. Her breath is coming shorter, breaking up her crazy song. Her skin is slick with sweat, sliding against mine like we’re one machine.
I reach around to find her clit with my fingers. I open my mouth to give her the command she needs. I’m ready to tell her to come, ready to push hard one last time, to bury my cock in her heat as she pulses fast around me.
Before I can say it, though, before I can set her free, she finds a new note. It’s steady and it’s low, back to the hum that started this strange fuck, but she holds it and she holds it and she holds it and the whole time she’s singing, she’s coming around my cock.
It’s not like when I tell her what to do. She doesn’t seize hard like a wild animal breaking out of her cage. Instead, she…collapses. She drifts away like sand running out of a timer. Her humming fades away, and I swear to God she’s fallen back asleep.
I pump a few more times. My cock is still a needy bastard, but my brain says I’m breaking some sort of rule.
I pull out and finish myself with my hand. Alix barely stirs as my cum splashes onto her back.
It’s weird, that’s what it is. It’s goddamn strange.
But every fuck can’t be a decathlon gold medal. It’s four in the goddamn morning. I fucked up at Kynk, and the shitstains I thought I’d kill tonight are still on the loose.
I can’t imagine the emotional toll on Alix as she sat at home, waiting, wanting news that we’re free, afraid to hear that I was hurt. Or worse.
We both came, so what’s my fucking problem?
I get a warm washcloth and clean her up enough that I don’t feel like a total jackass. She’s still throwing off heat like a blast furnace. I slip the sheet over her shoulders, and then I head into the guest room to get a couple of hours of sleep before the freeport screams for my attention.
31
ALIX
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Iwake feeling like my skull’s been cracked open and my brain has been left to rot on a sidewalk. Every muscle in my body aches. My mouth stinks like a sewer.
I’m still trying to find the will to move when a rusty door groans open inside my mind.
Trap was here. Trap came home. He came back from Kynk, and I was too far gone to talk to him. To ask him what happened. To find out if Jonas and Ansel are finally, finally gone.
I was a waste, because I took Leo’s Crash.
A cold wash of shame floods my body in slow motion, starting at the crown of my head and ending at my toenails. Trap risked hislifefor us, and I got high in our bed.
My memory is patchy. Trap’s hands were on my breasts. I sang him the song inside my head, the notes I’d never heard before. We made love, or we tried to. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t find my way out of the music.
I don’t think I orgasmed. No. Wait. That’s not right. I did, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the way Trap makes me feel.
It was like a hiccup.
A sneeze.
Was it good for Trap at least? I don’t remember him swearing. I missed his usual flood of filthy words, his raw, unfiltered thoughts as our bodies set each other free.
