I feel her tense around me, and my muscles waver, body locking. Heat rips through me as I grind deep and give in, everymuscle going tight with the force of it. I stay buried inside her as my cum pumps into her.
“You’re mine, Kira,” I tell her as I hold myself inside her. “Remember that tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Kira
Rubble.
Rubble?!
My jaw hangs open as I practically crawl out of Jax’s car in front of what was once my home.Myhome. My home that I’ve painstakingly been making the mortgage payments on for the last ten years. My home that is just a pile of charred remains now, my brain trying to place walls where there aren’t any.
“No,” I whisper and grip my stomach.
The moon tapestries, Nix’s wind chimes, the Victorian-era settee I snagged for twenty-five dollars from the thrift store that had torn upholstery but was still the most luxurious thing we had. My lava lamp from high school. The collection of fleece blankets that lined the couch. The lopsided bookshelf Nix and I pulled out of the trash, the one we spent three nights painting with intricate stars when she was twelve.
The last pictures of our mom.
It’s all gone. There’s barely a stud left standing.
“What… what happened?!” I spin on the sidewalk to gape at Nix. She just climbed out of Caleb’s car after following me and Jax from the hospital with him.
“It’s not that bad,” she says but avoids my eyes, hiding behind her long black hair as she closes the door.
“Not thatbad?!” I cry and fling my hands out at the empty space where a house should be.
Is she insane? Our home is in literal ashes. The roof that keeps us warm and dry, the beds and pillows where we rest our heads, it’s fucking gone. Where are we supposed to go? Where do we shower and eat and sleep? What in the fuck?!
My mind can’t make sense of the fact that I’ve only been gone a week and the whole house is burned down. That it’s cold and dead and done and that I’m the only one freaking out. There’s no smoke, no embers, no fire trucks, or police. It doesn’t make any sense. This had to have happened days ago.Days.
And no one told me.
I stagger up the trampled lawn, scrambling toward what’s left of the house I grew up in. I grab at the first piece of burnt wood at my feet, feeling for heat.
There is none.
I throw it down, my hand coming away black, and reach for another.
Cold.
Crumbling.
I teeter farther into the wreckage, crunching debris as I clutch at anything I can, trying to find something hot, something salvageable, something that will jolt me from this nightmare.
But everything is ruined and cold.
Tears pour from my eyes, and I clutch at my chest, smearing my shirt with soot.Please, no.I spin in a circle. This can’t have happened. How did this happen? Was it electrical? Something I didn’t get repaired? Was it my fault? Did Nix leave a burner on? How? How? How?!
I turn and look out at the street, a view that shouldn’t be possible based on where I’m standing, and blink back the tears. Nix, Caleb, and Jax stand by the cars in an uncomfortable cluster. Caleb has his hands buried in his pockets, shoulders upto his ears, while Nix nibbles on a nail and quickly looks at the ground when I try to catch her eyes. Jax, though… Jax holds my gaze. Dark eyes lined with resignation… jaw locked…remember that tomorrow.
It tells me everything I need to know.
“You!” I stomp out of the remains. “You did this!”
Iknewit. I knew I couldn’t trust him. The images of his hard chest against mine last night make me absolutely seethe.
“Try to stay calm,” he says, putting up his hands in defense. “You just got out of the—”
