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“Cedar.” He curses as I seal the door closed at my back and stalk across the rotting porch to where my bike sits.
I can still hear his screams as the snapping cracks get louder, the widows illuminating through the fog of dust.
“Cedar. Come getme.”
Ignore.
Ignore.
Ignore.
My chest fully expands with the breath of fresh air, my head slightly swimming from the inhalation of the gas, coupled with the emotions that rage inside me.
“Cedar. It wasAr—guhhhhh …!”
But none of it stops the smile from reaching my lips.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Fin
Adrenalinerunsfastandhard, pumping my muscles up and protruding the veins I’ve been told stick out when I’m pissed.
It’s almost like I can feel them pulsingbeneath my too tight skin.
Craning my neck one way, then the other, I wait for the inevitable pop that sends a rush of warmth down my spine and growl when it doesn’t give the relief I’m looking for.
I need to see Cedar.
Then I need to fuck her.
And I need both now.
I stalk across the festival mats, through the main crowd, and make my way to where I know Cedar will be, with cracked open knuckles and a sense of relief that she’s close.
I can’t tell her.
My chest is tight with the need for her, for release, but lifted with the knowledge that Cedar won’t ever have to be fucked with again. At least not from someone like him as long as I’m around.
As long as she’ll have me.
I’m sure she’ll hear about what was done, maybe feel some type of way about it. But she’ll never know the whole truth.
Which is the price I’m willing to pay for her.
And right now, I could give two fucks less about any media rumors or the news segments that are going to cover the incident.
All I want is her.
“Cedar!” It’s off my lips before I even reach her tent, the flap drawn closed and what feels like a million festival goers between me and getting to her.
I need to see her.
To fucking get inside her.
Make her fucking mine.
“Cedar ...” Whipping the deteriorating canvas back without a care of who might be inside getting ink, I step inside and blink away the sudden plunge into the much darker tent. “Sweetness?”
