Sorry, Grandma. If this is the hell you warned me about and Avery is the devil, I’m visiting as often as I can.
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Avery’s breathing slowed, and Jo stirred beneath him. He shifted, taking some of his weight off her. He was heavy. He should move. But the light touch of her fingertips trailing over his shoulders and down his back kept him motionless. That and the snug fit of her pussy around his dick.
She’d been fucking amazing, like wildfire in his arms. That tight little glove had taken a minute to adapt, but she’d taken him like a champ.
He lifted his head to look at her. “You okay?”
“Mmm.” The raspy purr was served up with a satisfied smile that stroked his balls.
His dick stretched inside her, ready for round two, and a slight wince replaced her smile, telling himshemight not be. Maybe later tonight after he got her to eat. She hadn’t eaten anything since he met up with her and Linc yesterday.
He rocked back slowly, rolled off her to the edge of the bed, and bent to lightly kiss her lips, bruised from his kisses. “Be right back.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Jo yawned and curled toward him onto her side. “Cold.”
A tattered blanket lay in the corner. Not ideal, but it was all they had. He handed it to her and headed to the dingy but clean bathroom. She’d been busy while he was in the hall.
One hand braced on the wall behind the toilet, he started to remove the condom and froze. Blood smeared the rubber, his balls, and groin.
What the holy fuck?
It looked like he’d been stabbed.
No, not him. Jo.
Oh my god, Jo.
He sprinted back to the bedroom. She wasn’t moving. “Jo!”
“Hmm?”
He staggered to a stop beside the bed. “Please tell me you’re on your period.”
She frowned and pulled the blanket to her chin. “No.”
He yanked the blanket off her. Blood coated the back of her thighs. A few inches away, a crimson circle the size of a dinner plate stained the mattress.
He shook her shoulder. “Come on, Jo. Wake up.”
“What?” Eyelids heavy with sleep, she pushed up on one elbow and felt around for the blanket. “What are you doing?”
In all the confusion and fear, something else teased the back of his mind. Something she’d said about blowjobs and Murdick. At the time, he hadn’t wanted to hear about her going down on her ex. He’d been struggling to keep his dick in check, to do the honorable thing.
“I figured if I was really good, Chase would never make it past third base.”
No fucking way. She couldn’t be.
But that was a whole lot better than the alternative.
He sat on the bed beside her. “You gotta tell me. Were you a virgin, or did I just tear you apart?”
Those sleepy blue eyes cleared, and Avery ground his teeth. He had his answer.
She snatched the blanket back and covered herself. “What difference does it make?”
“One would mean a trip to the hospital. The other means you lied to me.”
