Page 60 of Spin the Damn Bottle

I wake up about ten days later without crying, and I don't cry for the rest of the day. I'mgrateful I seem to have shed all my tears. Light from the far wall almost blinds me. The curtains have been pushed back from the window. Early morning light filters through the glass, and I know there won't be any more sleep for me.

I roll over to look at Jason, who's awake again. I wonder if he slept at all in the last week. "Who did you think it was?"

"Sorry?"

“You said you didn't suspect Christoph. Who did you think might be after me?” The question comes out a whisper, as though I'm afraid to summon ghosts.

"Yuki."

I blink, gaping at him as I slowly sit up.

"She's not one to let go of her toys. All the pieces fit. On camera, she's talking to Marie Vaughn the day she destroyed your sculpture, she chats with staff in the faculty building—people who might have access to camera recordings. We see her charm a janitor in your old dorm—and janitors are not her style. She's dangerous, and the Moores have almost as many resources as us. I had eyes on her at all times." He shakes his head. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more diligent, faster."

“It wasn't your fault a couple of psychos wanted to hurt me." It kills me that he feels so guilty. I'd first assumed that the psycho were after me because of him, when the vendetta had been about my family. "And you were just in time. Yousavedme."

Him and Lucas. My brother.

He came to see me at the hospital the first day, but I haven't seen him since. I'll have to, and soon. We have a lot to talk about. And I need to hug him for at least a century for killing Martin before he could pull the trigger when the gun was aimed at my head.

I shift to be on my knees, release Jason's hand so that I can grip his face with both of mine, and plant a kiss on his lips. Groaning against him, I lick his lips, pushing hard enough that he knows to open his mouth. My tongue sweeps inside.

I need this, need to forget the bitter taste of the two boys who tried to destroy me.

Jace grunts into my mouth, breaks off the kiss, and tilts his head forward, touching his forehead to mine. Without moving away, I look up to see a serious expression on his face. “I figured you wouldn't want to…you know. After that."

He's talking about Martin and Chris. I understand the assumption. They didn't even force themselves on me, I offered to fuck them to survive. What he doesn't understand is that I need himbecauseof them. "You don’t need to treat me like porcelain."

"You were raped by two guys who wanted to kill you."

I shake my head. "It could have been much worse. And I got a good bite in," I manage to joke. "That was pretty awesome."

Jason doesn't seem to see the funny side. "You need time."

He's unbearable. “Stop being bossy and telling me what you think I need. I want your cock in my mouth because it's hard and big and gorgeous andmine." I climb into his lap and rub against him. "I want you because you're my choice. I want to want it with someone I trust, someone I love."

My hands fumble to remove his clothes and he lets me undo his zipper, grabbing his cock.

My kisses are punishing, hard and fierce, like I want to claim Jace as my own, leave my mark on him. My hands rub up and down his back as I shed my own clothing. He watches, not pushing to take control for once. Biting my lip, I climb over his cock and lower myself on it, burying it deep.

Jace rumbles and throws his head back, letting me ride him fast and hard, taking more and more and more, climbing toward the inevitable cliff.

My nails rake up and down his back, hard enough to leave scratches. Jason starts to fuck me from underneath as I ride him harder.

“More,” I gasp out.

His hand gets to my clit and start rubbing it furiously. I jerk as if struck by lightning. His fingers are magic, and I continue to rock on top of him, meeting his upward thrusts. I’m so close, so close… And then I scream right along with him. He shudders, emptying himself inside me.

I kiss his jaw, below his ear, and then his lips.

I should be sated, but I'm not, not even close. I want him again. And again. And again.

Today and every day until our last breaths.

EPILOGUE

I wake up to a mouth against my clit and I grin, glancing down. Instead of the blond, wavy hair I get every day, the man between my legs has longer, silky brown hair. He lifts his icy blue eyes to me and grins.

"Cain," I giggle, unsurprised.