“I take that as a yes.” He walks with purpose, ignoring everyone else around us once we enter the clubhouse. I’ve never been here before, and I don’t care about seeing it right now. My mind is too fragile, too caught up in fear to handle anything right now.
Rex’s room is dark as we enter. He sets me on his bed, and a small cry leaves my throat as I’m plunged into darkness again when the door shuts.
“Shit! Sorry, Cami. I’m turning on the light.”
He flips a switch, and I blink against the brightness, curling up on my side as I start trembling again.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Give me a minute. I just need to remove my boots and cut. I’ll be right there. I promise.”
“Rex,” I finally say in a tiny voice that doesn’t sound like me.
“I know, baby. I’m here.”
He’s quick. It isn’t long before I feel his body weight on the mattress. He reaches for me, and I lift my head, making eye contact.
“Can I lay on top of you?”
He blinks. “Sure.” His voice sounds strained.
“I don’t have to,” I say, starting to pull away.
“It’s fine. I promise. Let me hold you, Cami.”
He lies back, slightly elevated against two fluffy pillows. I climb over him and drape his chest, settling between his legs as my cheek rests over his heart.
“I’m going to put my arms around you. I think my body heat will help.”
He’s right. It does help.
“Rex?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you.”
“Always.” There’s a fierceness in his response that I know can only come from sincerity.
My eyes flutter as my body relaxes. I’m suddenly exhausted.
“It’s okay. Sleep. I won’t move until you wake up.”
That’s precisely what I do.
I wake to the feel of Rex’s hand caressing my back. He slowly strokes across the expanse, the movement soothing as I blink, opening my eyes as I realize I never moved all night. I slept so deeply that I don’t remember dreaming.
“Morning, Blissy Girl.”
“Um. Hi.” I’m having a hard time responding because there’s a bulge close to my core that’s also hard, and it’s undeniably huge. I can feel the thick, engorged length of his shaft. If I move at all, I’ll slide across his cock.
I don’t want to think about last night or how I shut down because of fear. The terror seized my brain, and that was almostas terrifying as being kidnapped in the middle of a corn maze. I’ll never set foot in another one.
Right now, I don’t want to talk. I want tofeel.
I move with slow deliberation, staying as close to his body as possible, nearly grinding along his erection as I straddle Rex’s hips.
A groan releases from his throat. “Cami.”
“I need this, Rex. Roll your hips.”
