Oh, fuck.
His erotic tone starts to drag me to the edge, and at the same time, his fingers move faster. His tongue drifts against that extremely sensitive spot that has me quivering, his fingers pounding me harder and harder.
I pull at his hair. “Oh shit, Cameron! Please don’t stop,” I plead. I don’t care how desperate I sound. I’ll take anything he’ll give me.
His tongue swipes again, and every string that’s been coiled for the last few days because of these men unravels all over his fingers. My pussy constricts around him, my body jerking from the peak of the orgasm that nearly drags me under into black nothingness. He continues moving his fingers, letting me ride the wave of euphoria until my body softens and my legs fall.
He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh and stands up, reaching for my hands to help me to my feet. My legs wobble, but he steadies me.
“Your turn,” I laugh, but he shakes his head.
“Tonight was your night.”
My eyes flit between his, and they’re a different color green. Green like the forest surrounding this property that keeps me tucked away on this hill with them.
At least right now, I don’t mind it.
That could be the orgasm talking.
“Thank you, Cameron.” He smiles at my appreciation. “I mean it.”
After putting all our clothes back on, he gets the kids up to bed, and I walk back up to my room. Sleep is nearly dragging me under when I reach the top of the stairs. Padding barefoot across the floor like a sated zombie, something bright pink on my bedside table catches my eye. As I near, there’s a small piece of paper folded on some lacey material.
I pick up the paper, unfolding it to read the four words:
Replacing what I destroyed.
- C
My fingers wrap around the vibrant pink panties, the material injecting something that feels a lot like warmth into the section of my heart where I shoved Colten in the back of a freezer, not to be touched. Yet I can’t help but notice that the ice has thawed a little.
The tips of my ears warm at the gesture, yet my mind begins to wander.
There’s no thaw.
Yes, there is, and you like it.
I exhale, ignoring my inner battle, and walk over to my dresser, opening an unused drawer on the bottom.
I’m not rude enough to throw them away, but I also can’t help but contemplate if his little gift has a deeper meaning.
Nope.
There’s definitely not.
He will need to find a different method to win me over.
I shove them in the far back, along with any sliver of warmth the gesture gave me at first, and glare at the drawer with as much annoyance as I can muster.
I wonder which one of his hookups left those.
TWENTY-FOUR | TARYN
My sandals clap against the concrete, the cool morning breeze sweeping against my legs and stirring my gray T-shirt dress that falls loosely over my frame. I reposition my crossbody, thankful they returned my wallet and a few other personal things, though I still have no phone.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get that back—their trust doesn’t stretch that far.
From the little they’ve allowed me to know about their past, I can’t blame them. They’ve stretched that rubber band before, and it snapped, leaving them with welts that cut deeper than knives in their backs ever could. And I just so happen to be their solution.
