“Give it to me, Johnny…”
He moaned, burying himself deep, stretching me, filling me so good it almost hurt. I felt the helpless pulses as he exploded inside me with a desperate groan, his body locking up as that singular part of him convulsed. Root to tip, spasming inside my sheath. “Fuck.” He pressed into me, savoring the connection as the last of his climax shuddered through him. Then his legs seemed to give out. He collapsed on top of me.
He buried his face in my neck as he gasped for air. And finally, when he could breathe, he whispered, “You need to come again, Angel?”
I laughed shakily. “All night, baby. I could come for you all night.”
Truth.
He groaned. “We’re gonna kill each other.”
I grinned and kissed his temple as he buried his face in my neck again. He kissed me there with a hot, ardent suck.
Then he smoothed my hair back from my sweaty face. He nuzzled my neck, brushing his stubbled jaw lightly against my skin. He rasped in my ear, “No one else. No one else gets to have you this way.” He was still buried to the root in me, keeping me spread wide with his weight. “It would kill me.”
I knew, somehow, that he meant that quite literally.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Johnny
There’s a dark street.
I’m in the backseat.
The windshield wipers beat back the weather, a slow, monotonous thud. The rain runs down the glass. It always turns to blood under the streetlights. Always.
There’s an old rock song playing on the car radio.
And a stranger in the front seat.
Maybe he doesn’t know I’m here.
I hold my breath until it burns in my chest. I can see the terrible thing through the gap in the seats. It’s lying on the front passenger seat where he dropped it when he started driving.
I know I can’t go where he’s going. You don’t go with bad men.
You don’t let them take you.
I reach for it, between the seats. The metal is hard and cold, heavy in my small hand.
I’ve never held a gun before.
ChapterThirty
Johnny
The nightmare woke me early in the morning.
Lately, it just kept pushing to the front of my mind. Trying to tell me that something was wrong, before I even knew what it was.
I couldn’t feel all the things.
But my body knew.
So I got up, to get away from it. I left Angeline sleeping in my bed. I was in and out of the sauna, the cold plunge, the gym, before the sun was fully up. Then I called Yash to get the daily update—and I went into a tailspin unlike anything that had hit me in a long time. It was like the momentum took me by the wings and sent me flying.
I couldn’t even remember getting in my car and taking off, but I had Lamar to drive me, so at least I didn’t have to pay attention.
