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I stand watching her for a while, remembering the first time she encountered my dogs. When she was my guest. After I’d held her hand against a burning hot toaster. She didn’t feel pain back then.
She does now.
As do I.
Excruciating, crippling, debilitating pain.
She reaches the end of the path and turns, the dogs turning in a perfect circle with her, stopping for a moment, before walking on when she starts pushing the stroller again. And when Rose sees me and stops, the dogs stop too, sitting. I take one step toward my wife and daughter.
And they growl, teeth bared.
“Heel,” Rose says calmly. They lie down. “I needed some fresh air.”
“I needed some love.” I approach with caution. I don’t mind admitting I’m a little wary of being mauled by Cindy and Barbie. They’ve learned to protect the women and children before anyone else.
“Away,” Rose says, a wry smile on her face, and they dash off.
I hook an arm around her neck and pull her in, pushing my face into her hair. I don’t tell her everything will be okay. I don’t tell her not to worry. And I definitely don’t tell her to be strong for me. All pointless, wasted words. She’s been with me long enough to know the drill. I peek down at Maggie as she sleepy snorts, pulling the blanket across her face. To think she was almost taken. My stomach turns, but I tamper down the anger. I need a level head. I need information.
“I’m not going to ask what you’re planning,” Rose says, her words muffled.
“If you did, I’d tell you.”
She pulls out and looks up at me. “I’m tired of worrying.”
I feel at her cheek. “And I’m tired of killing.” Dipping, I kiss her gently, seeking entry with my tongue. She moves in closer, her front pressed to mine, and our kiss soon becomes unstoppably firmer, more desperate, her hands in my hair, my palms holding her face. My dick swells, rubbing into her, and I groan, taking one hand to her arse and pushing her farther into me. Rose and I have always been similar. It’s what pulled us together in the first place. Dangerous lust. Unthinkable pasts. A fucked-up connection neither of us could control. Today, she killed a woman for messing with her family. And true to our fucked-up relationship, it turned me on. No second chances. It’s been a stark reminder. Trust no one.
Fuck, I need her.
Now.
I rip my mouth away and gasp in her face, and she reads my eyes in a heartbeat. We both look down at Maggie in the stroller. Sound asleep. “I mean,” I pant. “It’s just the same as her being asleep in the bedroom.” I start walking Rose to the summer house, taking her around the side and pushing her against the wood. “The last time you had your back up against this wall, it was the dogs keeping you there.”
She smiles, yanking my belt open as I lift the skirt of her dress and rip her knickers off. She gasps, pulling me out of my boxers and stroking, licking across my lips. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, absorbing the feel of her soft hand working me for a few moments, taking the calm, before I tackle her mouth, bat her hand away, and pull her leg up to cradle my hip. I stare into her eyes. Thrust forward. Inhale as I slide into her. “Fuck, that feels good.” I cast a quick look over my shoulder, checking Maggie. I ignore my conscience telling me how debased this is. I’m too desperate for a release of pressure. My head’s full, my balls are full. One’s got to give.
“God, this is so wrong,” Rose whispers, kissing me between her words. Moving with me, taking every drive. “We should stop.”
“I’ll think more clearly if I come.” I fist her hair with my spare hand, squeezing her leg.
“Okay. If it’ll save your life.”
“It could.”
“Then fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
I slam into her hard, moving my hand to her mouth to muffle her yell. The pressure builds. “Fuck.” I start to sweat.
“Danny.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Danny!”
I thrust harder, watching her eyes mist, cloud with desire. My neck muscles strain, my teeth ache from the force of my bite. I bang into her more, she slams her head against the wood, bites my palm. “Shit!” I move my hand and replace it with my mouth, attacking with force. It’s coming. Her walls are clenching. Her moves are less controlled, clumsier, an obvious sign she’s close. I pull back, assess her, and up the ante again.
Closer.
