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I’m suspended over her outstretched body and lift up one of her legs to wrap it around my waist. Niki’s eyes go wide when I press into her, driving deeper than I have been and making her squirm her exhale in the process.

I’m hitting a sweet spot that makes my balls quiver with a need to burst, and she claws her nails on my back. If she says my name, I’m fucking done.

“Come on, rookie. Ruin me.”

Her breathy voice is a calling, and I comply. Pummeling into her, bruising her insides, and I’m balls deep when her pussy tightens around my dick, pumping me dry. I’ll leave her body desolate, zero need for anyone else but me,she’s mine.

Just before I come, I press into her and bite down on her shoulder and let go. I grunt my release just when she yells out hers.

“Dylan!”

We fucked through the sunrise until she dozed. I stare at her naked body and draw ginger circles and swirls over her milky back and kiss down her spine.

Her soft snores continue, and I cover her slowly until the duvet reaches her shoulders, then place a note and a small box on the pillow next to where her head rests.

I want to wake her with my dick buried between her thick ass cheeks, but I can’t bring myself to rouse her. I adjust my aching yet hardening dick and walk away slowly. I’m running late for lunch with Jason and Olivia. I exit into the blinding light and lower the sunglasses to shield me from the fireball.

I whistle and Max trots happily to me. While I used the bathroom, Niki had let him in, and I found him snuggled on the sheets at her feet. Before showering, I forced him off and back to his shed, where he finally ate his food. He jumps in the car and I smile like an ardent teenage fool.

Niki is mine. She finally accepts it.

21

Justice

I’m oddly comfortable, too cozy. Nothing hurts. Usually when I stir awake, my back and neck sore from sleeping on a flat wannabe mattress on the floor. I stretch, and a delicious soreness gathers between my legs.

I breathe in and a leathery rose and patchouli scent startles my eyes open. Adrenaline claws through me and prompts me to stand. I toss the thick, black sheets off and squeal. I’m naked! I gather them and throw them on top of me instead and crawl off the large bed.

Dylan’s bed.

I press my hand over my racing heart, forcing it to calm down. “Dylan.”

Silence responds to my call. I yell his name a bit louder and wait. Nothing. I circle his spotless room and notice a white box and a folded paper on the pillow. It’s about to fall. I roll my eyes when Irealize that I’d pushed it when I jumped up, thinking I’d been kidnapped again.

I don’t know if I want to laugh or roll my eyes as I take tentative steps to the note, but a smile tugs my lips apart when I spot Dylan’s too neat handwriting. He writes in small, boxed in, all capital letters.

I stare at it and reread it almost over ten times. The phone I’m not too bothered with. The latest iPhone model sits in a little box waiting for me. It’s the key that burns a hole in my palm.

A fucking key.

He’s psychotic. There’s no other explanation. Why else would he invite me to have open access to his personal space?

I rub my thumb over his ending signature, a single letter D, and a smile tugs at my lips. I tap on the screen of my new phone and slide up. There’s one unread text waiting for me. And what do you know, it’s from Dylan.

I smile. He sent it at noon. It’s now almost three in the afternoon. I blanch. I completely missed Jule heading to school and he’ll be home in a couple of hours.Shit.

I scramble to put my clothes on, then stash the note, key, and phone into my pockets. Grab my backpack and scramble into the heavy heat. Fuck, Dylan’s mini mansion was so cozy I forgot about the desert sun eager to incinerate everything below it.

The quick sprint to my trailer forces the gravel to shoot up, and it crunches below my untied sneakers. I take in one deep, steadying breath and push past the door.

“Vaya, she lives.”

Jasmin sits on the floor painting her toenails. A fan is plugged in nearby and she has it facing her. She’s wearing her long coils in a tight bun and she whistles at me.

I roll my eyes and drop my bag near the door, then go to my drawers and tuck Dylan’s note under my intimates. My too short nails struggle to part the keyring as I maneuver his key next to my house keys. Once they clink together, I slide them into my pocket and sit down next to Jasmin while I move the fan, so it hits us both.

“Someone had fun,” she pokes my neck.

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