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He doesn’t wait a second longer, fucking me brutally until my feet are off the ground and my palms are planted on either side of my head.

I can’t contain the noises escaping my lips as he rails me from behind, and when his hand covers my mouth I cry out in relief, letting myself feel all of it. And his other arm, anchored around my waist, holds me steady, ensuring that I feel every single inch he’s giving me.

He’s not even touching my clit, but his thrusts are applying the perfect amount of internal pressure that sends me–

“Fuck,” my scream is muffled by his palm as my orgasm rips through me. My pussy clamps down on his cock so hard tears are streaming down my face.

He gasps, flattening me against the wall as hips jerk, and his release floods my insides.

Our heavy breathing fills the room, and I only feel slightly guilty for defiling his childhood room.

“I swore the next time I fucked you was going to be in a bed like you deserve,” he states breathlessly.

“Mmm, beds are overrated.”

“I need to love you properly, Linden.”

My cheek is still pressed to the wall, and his nose carves a path along my jawline.

“You already do that so well, Jack,” I whisper.

“I haven’t even started,” he insists, closing his lips over the pulse point in my neck.

Chapter Forty-Two

O’Connor

She enters the room, squeezing the wetness from her hair with a towel, and I forget my words. It’s surreal being a part of her life and not just watching from the sidelines. Even the normal moments mean everything to me.

“Copy?” My handler repeats in my ear. I have to force my attention back to my phone, but my eyes don’t leave Linden as she moves through the room.

Her bruising is already starting to fade yellow, and her limp doesn’t strike pain across her face with every step. Instead, a gentle smile rests on her lips.

Happy looks beautiful on her, and peace makes her happy.

That’s all I want to give her.

“Copy. Boots down in 24 hours.” I end the call, sighing in regret when her worried gaze finds me.

“What does that mean?”

“Sit with me.”

She doesn’t sit on the mattress beside me; she scoots between my thighs and gets comfortable on my lap instead. I don’t think we’ll ever take up enough space to use this king-size bed.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Humor fills my chest, and she quirks her head at me.

“I’ve never had anyone say that to me. All the deployments I went on… It never bothered me to go because I had nothing waiting for me.”

“I don’t know how that’s possible. You’re hot. Girls were probably begging for your attention.”

I shake my head in amusement. “I never wanted anyone to see me.”

“I saw you. The first day when I looked across the fence line. I saw you.”

“I thought I was the only stalker.” My palm rubs circles on her hip, squeezing lightly when she smiles.