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So he’s careful. He moves the hem of my summer dress out of the way, pushes my panties aside, and slowly slips his fingers inside me, his thumb strumming that sweet spot in just the right way as we kiss with eyes closed. It’s slow and everything runs in circles. His fingers, his tongue. I almost can’t take it, it feels so good. I bite my lip, but I’m kissing him, so I bite him instead and draw blood.

He growls at me, kisses me harder. Removes his fingers from inside me, flips me over on my belly, stretches my arms above my head, and pulls my panties down to my thighs.

The low rumble of a groan slides up my spine when he lowers his lips to my back and kisses his way up to my neck. He spends a few moments grinding his hips into my ass and I’m just about to die of anticipation when he pulls back enough to release his long, thick, hard cock. Then he grinds again, letting it slide between my ass cheeks.

I get lost when he fucks me.

I totally lose my way every single time.

Nathan St. James is my master when we fuck. And I love it. I love the way he erases the world around us. Puts us inside the fever dream and makes us forget that the real world ever existed.

He grabs my hips, lifts them up so my ass is just right, and thrusts into me from behind.

I have fistfuls of grass in my hands as I moan, panting, gasping, ragged breaths spillin’ out of my mouth.

Nathan fucks me hard. Skin on skin. Slick, sweaty summer bodies. Foggy haze surrounding us. We float in the flow of the river, and the sun, and life in the swamp.

And we forget.

We forget everything.

Even though I love it when Nathan St. James takes his time and is careful with me, I love it even better when he’s not.

CHAPTER TWLEVE - NICK

I want to rush Wendy away from Indie. I want to pack her up in my truck, get back on the road, leave this place—and our place in it—behind, and never look back.

If I had one wish, that would be it.

I don’t want to do this anymore. I just want a new life. I’d give up all the money, all the power, all the things that make this world more comfortable if I could just fix this woman’s mind and not constantly worry about what happens next.

Adam is afraid Indie will kill him. I don’t blame him. She’s already tried—twice.

But I’m not afraid Wendy will kill me.

I’m afraid Wendy will kill herself.

I’m afraid that once the walls come down and she is able to think clearly—to understand what she is and what she’s done—I’m afraid she will not be able to live with that.

I’m so afraid of losing her like this, it physically hurts.

But I’m so used to the pain now, I ignore it. I push it away. I rally and smile down at Wendy. “You have to be hungry.”

“I am. What’d you make?”

“I didn’t make anything. McKay made pancakes though. I was gonna feed you those, but then you disappeared with your new best friends.”

“They are pretty great, aren’t they?”

“Pancakes?”

“No.” She laughs. “Indie and Nate. She’s bossy, and he’s too quiet, but seeing her again—it’s made me realize that I missed her. You don’t like her, do you?”

I’m just about to blurt out that I can’t trust someone who tried to kill the people who loved and cared for her since she was small, but stop myself just in time.

Wendy killed Chek.

Eventually, this truth will come out and I do not want to say anything now, or ever, that will make her doubt my commitment to her.