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Saxon pulled tighter on my hair as he drove into me harder. “Fuuuck, baby!”
We were both gasping for air as we stared at each other. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, and I started to smile.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He chuckled as he leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. “Are you okay?”
I laughed. “I would say I am better than okay.”
He ran his hand through where he had been previously pulling my hair. “I got rough.”
I nodded. “Yes, and it was hot.”
“You make me lose it,” he admitted. “Once I get inside you, I can’t get enough.”
“Mmm,” I moaned. “If you keep talking about it while you’re still buried inside me, we are going to need to go another round.”
Saxon leaned up and looked down at me. “Why don’t we move it to the shower?”
“For another round?”
He ran his thumb over my lips. “Yeah.”
Wrapped in a towel, I walked over to pick up my phone. Still no response from Jamaica or Silver. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed Jamaica’s number. Saxon was still in the bathroom, shaving.
After he fucked me against the wall of the shower, talking dirty to me, making me come again, I had felt like I was on cloud nine. But walking into the room and seeing my phone reminded me about other things.
It rang three times before Jamaica answered.
“Hey,” she said.
I could hear the boys shouting in the background. It was typical.
“Hey. How are things?”
She sighed. “Same, I guess. Except Silver is angry because Hike has ghosted her. She’s not heard from him since last night.”
“He’s bad news. Do you feel safe there?”
Vulcan yelled at someone to, “Fuck off,” and I rolled my eyes. Probably DJ or Vinn.
“Yes. A cop car drives by often. Real slow.”
My chest tightened. I knew Saxon was behind that. “I don’t think Silver will ever hear from Hike again.”
“Why? They didn’t kill him, did they?” Jamaica whispered.
“No. Saxon just said that he would handle it.”
“He’s in the Mafia. They kill people. That’s how they handle things.”
My hand tightened on the phone. “They didn’t kill AJ,” I reminded her.
“No, but he’s gone. We haven’t seen him. He could be dead for all we know.”
Saxon wouldn’t lie to me about that.
“He’s not. He’s in Orlando.”
“You’ve seen him?” she asked hopefully.
“No. But I trust Saxon and the others. He’s not dead.”
I could hear DJ tell one of the others not to touch his brownie. It gave me a little joy to know they had all those treats to eat today.
“Is Mom home?” I asked, doubting it.
If she was, I’d have heard her yell at the boys to shut up by now.
“No. She came home at seven, slept for four hours, then left to go clean a house. Walmart is closed tonight, so she doesn’t work until tomorrow night.”
“Where is Silver?” I could have looked at the app on my phone, but I kept forgetting it was there.
“She’s at Shay’s house.”
She’d been friends with Shay since fourth grade. Maybe they were doing family stuff. Shay’s parents were normal. I liked Silver being around her. I’d wait until I saw she was home before I tried texting or calling her.
“I’ll try calling her later, and I’ll call back tonight or in the morning to talk to Mom.”
“Okay,” Jamaica replied. “Thanks for coming last night. I miss you.”
“I miss you too. But call me whenever you need to or want to.”
“I will.”
Emotion clogged my throat as we said our goodbyes, and I ended the call. I set the phone back on the bedside table and stood up. When I turned around, Saxon was still in the bathroom. I heard the sink water running. I headed for my room to get dressed.
We were going ice skating at an indoor rink I hadn’t even known existed. I’d never been ice skating, but he’d promised me he’d teach me.
When I walked into my room, I paused as my eyes took in the items on the bed. Going over to it, I touched the floor-length crimson satin dress I’d tried on in the store last week, which I had thought made me look like a princess, but Saxon had said no to. There were sparkly silver heels that were toeless and had a bow on the ankle. Rhinestone teardrop earrings and a silver bangle bracelet with a few rhinestones in it lay on the other side of the dress with a silver clutch.
I shifted my attention to the second dress. I recognized it too. It was my favorite out of the green dresses I’d tried on. The feathered fringe skirt was what I loved most about it. Like the other dress, there was a pair of heels. These were a shimmery cream color with a thin strap that would go over my foot and around my ankle. A pair of pearl earrings and a clutch that matched the shoes lay beside it.
