“Thanks.” Wiping my face to keep more tears from falling, I pointed toward the hallway. “I … uh … got the guest room set up. As best I could, anyway. I only have a futon, but we can get you a bed if you’d like.” I knew I was talking too fast, but I couldn’t stop myself. My heart was pounding.
“A futon works,” she said, looking around the house. “Hell, I’d be happy to sleep on the couch. Or the floor. I’m just grateful you offered. I promise not to stay too long.”
“Stay as long as you like,” I told her. I didn’t care if Reagan wanted to stay forever. Provided I could keep the nightmares at bay, I figured I would enjoy the company.
“You’re too sweet.”
I took a deep breath, tried to calm down. “And I’ll get you my spare key to the house so you can come and go. I’m working for Wolfe and Lynx now, so I’ll be gone before you wake up.”
Reagan nodded, but she didn’t meet my eyes. I could feel the waves of concern coming off of her.
“Sure.”
I walked toward the hallway. “The … uh … guest room is that way. There’s a bathroom, too. It’s not big, but…”
“I appreciate this, Amy. I really do.”
I nodded. “Okay. I … uh … I’m just gonna go to bed now.”
Without waiting for Reagan to say anything more or, God forbid, ask any questions, I turned and walked to my bedroom.
Okay, maybe it was more of a walk/jog.
Whatever.
God, I needed to talk to someone, to let some of this out. I knew holding it back wouldn’t help. It was only getting worse. My fear, my paranoia. The annoying panic attacks. I probably should’ve taken Reagan up on my offer to listen, but I knew telling her would only put the woman in danger. I didn’t dare do that.
No, if I was going to talk to anyone, I would tell someone who could protect themselves against the monster who was haunting me.
There were only two people I knew who’d be capable of doing that.
The question was, could I really burden them with that?
And if I did, would they still be able to look at me the same way?
Chapter Fifteen
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Wolfe
I woke up pressed up against the sun.
It took a second for my eyes to focus, for me to realize it wasn’t the damn sun, just Rhys.
Fuck.
If we were going to be sleeping in the same bed, I was going to have to get a fan for the room. Between us, we generated a significant amount of heat.
My mind drifted back to last night. Yeah, we’d certainly generated some heat. My cock, already tenting the sheet draped over my legs, was ready for a replay. Glancing over at the clock, I realized I had fifteen minutes before I had to get in the shower.
Fifteen minutes was just enough time to...
Spooning behind Rhys, I positioned my cock so that I could grind myself against his ass, my body hardening, my need growing infinitely stronger.
The sleeping man shifted, his body moving closer to me as he mumbled, “Mmm. Mornin’.”
I nipped his shoulder, my voice thick with sleep as I whispered, “I need to be inside you again.”
