And I do.
My climax rips through me, messy and wild. I sob his name as my body seizes, clenching around him, soaking him.
He groans, loud and broken, and slams into me one last time, spilling deep inside me, hips jerking as he comes hard.
He collapses gently over me, forehead against mine, chest heaving.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You ruin me.”
We lie there, tangled, sweat-slick and spent, the only sound the rain tapping the roof like a steady heartbeat. After a minute, he pulls the blanket over us, wrapping me up like he’s sealing something sacred.
He kisses my forehead like he means it, then settles beside me, hand on my hip, thumb tracing soft circles.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
I nod slowly. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “But... I feel safe.”
His hand stills for one beat.
Then he exhales, thumb moving again, slower now.
“Good,” he says. “You’re supposed to.”
Outside, the rain keeps falling.
Inside, for the first time, I believe I can stay.
Chapter 7
Diesel
She’sasleepbesideme.Soft. Warm. Real. And naked.
The rain stopped sometime in the night, leaving the air thick with silence. The kind that wraps around you and doesn’t let go.
I should get up.Call Ghost. Ask for updates.
I don’t.
I watch her breathe instead.
Her lashes twitch. Lips parted. One arm tucked under her cheek like a girl who’s never had to sleep with one eye open. Like someone who believes, for once, the dark won’t come for her.
She trusts me.
God help me,she trusts me.
Last night unraveled something in me I didn’t know I was still holding together. She let me in — not just her body, buteverything. Her past. Her pain. Her hope. And I took all of it with greedy hands and aching restraint.
And now she’s here.
Curled against me like she belongs.
I should feel guilty.
I don’t.
I feel like a man with blood in his veins for the first time in years.
