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I thank him as he turns the light off and leaves, but my body isn’t happy that he’s gone. I’m shivering, even with his heavy wool coat, and sleep doesn’t come easy when you’re this cold.
I pull my legs up to my chest, trying to turn over and nearly toppling off the seat onto the floor. I’d probably have more room there, but then it’d be even colder. Staying alive is more important than being comfortable right now.
I shut my eyes, trying to forget where I am and what’s happening. I picture myself in a big white bed with a fluffy down blanket covering my body. It weighs just enough to make me feel like I’m being hugged, but not too much so that I’m trapped beneath it.
Nothing outside that bed matters. Not the snow outside, not work, and definitely not Jasha. It’s just the baby and me, perfectly safe and snuggled up in our soft little haven. I can almost forget about my reality until I hear the deep sound of Jasha’s muffled voice outside.
I can’t make out his words, but I can tell he’s angry. His voice grows louder and his sentences shorter until they stop altogether. I hear a deep groan, and then footsteps back to the compartment where I lie.
As the door slides open, I pretend to be asleep, but I can’t sleep a wink when there’s this much stress weighing on my body and soul.
“Are you sleeping?” Jasha whispers, and I don’t answer even though I’m wide awake.
Silence hangs in the air with the weight of all the past mishaps and heartbreaks. I can’t imagine this time being any different.
I try not to stiffen my body as Jasha’s fingertips brush over my side, lingering at my hip before being pulled away. After a moment, I feel him beside me, attempting to cram his large body onto a set that barely even fits me.
“Ouch! What are you doing?” I whisper harshly in the dark.
“Trying to get warm. You stole my coat,” he grumbles.
“You gave it to me.”
“Lent. I lent it to you, and you decided to keep it.”
“You want it back?” I ask, but I don’t intend to give it to him even if he does want it.
“No, I just want you,” he replies, his voice deeper and hoarser than before. He grabs me with both arms, rolling us both off the seat and onto the floor. He allows me to land on top of him, padding my descent with two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of lean muscle.
His warmth pulls me in, and even one the floor where it’s ten degrees colder, I feel better. If Jasha was my mattress every night, I could sleep anywhere, even outside, and never be cold.
I close my eyes again, allowing him this little victory so that I can relax enough to actually sleep, but he wakes me up and sets my heart pounding in my chest when he pushes his hips up and presses something thick and hot into my ass.
“Jasha,” I whine, but I don’t pull away. The memories of the night we had sex are still fresh in my mind, etched in place because of how many times I’ve replaying them.
“Tell me you don’t like it,” he whispers into my ear, still holding me in place as he grinds his cock into me from behind. Goosebumps erupt on my arms, and the tiny hairs on my neck stand up like little soldiers at attention.
Jasha is their commander, and likewise, he is mine.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper, but my words are lost to the sound of the train track rumbling beneath us. Besides, I want to do this, even if it’s wrong. It’s not as though I can get pregnant twice, and the only thing I’ve wanted since the first time is to feel Jasha inside of me again.
It completes me in a way nothing else ever has.
And that scares me, but not enough to stop myself from giving into him again.
And again.
And again…
11
Lola
“God, need to be inside you again. Right now,” Jasha groans in my ear, rubbing his cock against my ass like he’s trying to burn a hole through my skirt.
I reach around, lifting my skirt to get him inside me quicker. I can’t wait any longer either. I hate him with every ounce of my being, but I’ve already had to wait long enough to feel him inside me again. I want him so badly that it hurts.
Jasha rolls me over to the side gently, allowing me a little more room to wiggle my skirt up. He takes care of the rest, tearing my panties to the side and pushing his fingers past my wet lips.
