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I’m so close.
She’s close, too.
I pick up the pace, lower my hand to where our bodies meet, and press my thumb as I need her to reach the other side of this frenzy.
My hips rock up. I thrust up one more time, hard and fast. I circle my thumb, bringing her closer and closer. Then she buries her head in my neck, and she tightens around me as she moans my name.
My speed increases until I’m joining her in sweet release.
Chapter
Forty-Three
TRENT
We have been living in a happy bubble for the last three weeks.
Payton’s foot is healed, as is her rib.
She was damn lucky.
I’m even luckier.
Having her here has been the best time of my life.
I have to put a damper on it, though. I need to ask her a question I don’t want to ask.
She once made a comment about all the things that happened to her, and I need to know exactly what they were because today, we take Paul.
Payton is watching me. What she sees makes her brows furrow.
“What’s got you so stressed?” she asks.
I continue to stare at her, hating to disrupt the peace we have cocooned ourselves in. “I have something to ask you.”
“Okay.” Her voice is low, belying her concern about what I’m going to ask.
Maybe, like me, she doesn’t want the real world brought into my room.
“You mentioned I was stalking you . . .”
Her eyes go wide at my words.
I gauge her reaction before continuing, “Why did you say that?”
“I don’t want to talk about before. We’re good now.” She goes to move away from me, but I place my hand over her stomach.
“Stop, Payton.” I take her hand, hoping it gives her the strength she needs. “I need to know. This is important.”
She frowns, then huffs. “My stuff.”
I shake my head. “Not following.”
“In my house. Before you took everything . . .” Her hands tremble in mine. I squeeze them, encouraging her to continue, and she does. “I thought someone was in the house. Going through my stuff.”
My teeth clench. The idea of anyone harming or stalking her puts me on edge. I’m not dumb. I know I have a role in her hiding it from me. She probably thought it was me and didn’t want to show her fear.
You’re a fucking asshole, Trent.
