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The shift of her eyes and catch in her sob answered his question. That look, that one look, added another slot to his list of people who wouldn’t fare well once he found them, he just needed a name. Trip’s soul was already damned. At least he could do something right before he left this earth.

“Who?”

“What?”

“I want a name.”

“Trip, no. It’s in the past and I thought we said things there were done.”

“Our shit, yes, but this is very much in the present. It had you running from me after one of the most beautiful moments, so I will have his name.”

JJ was stubborn. She crossed her arms and thinned her lips. A look of make me on her face. That hadn’t changed in all the years they’d been apart. Trip would have the name. Maybe not tonight, but someday. No one would ever hurt his Jess, his JJ, again.

It was time to switch tactics. He could read her like an open book, and she was shutting down, hard. “Babe, you are beautiful and perfect. Nothing that happened between us is wrong. As a matter of fact, it was so right, we’ll definitely be doing that again.”

Her face transformed when the weight of his words settled in. Trip silently vowed to do whatever the fuck it took to induce that look more than any other.

“But first, let me take care of you.” It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t wait for an answer. Trip stood and encouraged her to do the same. Walking her backward into the bathroom, he peppered her face and neck with kisses and reassurances.

Once in the bathroom, he didn’t bother with the light. There was enough spilling in from the bedroom. His attitude changed to what he knew she needed. It wasn’t something they’d really gotten a chance to explore in the past, but they’d both grown over time and Trip just knew.

His hands left her body, creating space. One returned just under her chin with a commanding grip. “Strip.” He held her gaze until she dropped her eyes. Good girl.

Trip released his hold to allow her to comply and for him to draw a bath. He didn’t bother looking back; he knew she was standing there naked, just waiting. After undressing himself, he lowered into the steaming water. “Come.”

JJ stepped up to the tub, right into his hand, which extended over the side. He couldn’t resist coasting it up and down her full thigh.

Her skin was like a drug. One he wanted to touch and taste beyond reason. With a gentle tug, she understood and stepped over the side, lowering herself between his thighs, and leaned back with a sigh.

Grabbing the cup from the cubby, he wet her hair. Trip grabbed the bottle of shampoo she’d left in there and lathered up her gorgeous locks. JJ didn’t resist as he rinsed and conditioned for her. Nor did she protest when his soaped-up hands slipped along the front of her body, cleaning everything in their wake.

Trip had never wanted to take care of someone else like this. But some unseen force compelled him to pamper her and abuse her—pleasurably only—all at the same time. It was confusing as hell.

Trip wanted to slay her monsters and become one. He acknowledged to himself that was all kinds of fucked up, but that didn’t stop his desire.

The last thing Trip wanted to do was disturb the measure of peace they’d created, but he needed things to be crystal, somewhat anyway, between them. Unlike how they’d fucked things up in the past. He knew if they stood a snowball’s chance in hell, they’d have to do things a bit differently. Not so differently that he would tell her she would officially be his old lady as soon as he returned to Vegas, because unofficially, she already was. He didn’t want to push her, but he needed her understanding all the same.

“You already said yes, JJ. No going back, no looking back.”

“I can’t believe you still want me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The words resonated in his bones more than his ears. He knew she wasn’t just referring to the amazing shit that someone told her was gross that happened in the kitchen.

Trip wasn't dominant, nor did he really want to be. But he was commanding, maybe even a bit of a domineering asshole type, but not like some douchebag in a porno. He exerted some control to leave no question where he stood about them.

Sliding his soap-slicked hand up her body, he firmly gripped the front of her throat. Forcing her head against his chest and up, extending her neck so she couldn’t move until he allowed it.

Trip curled his torso slightly, rubbing his dick along her lower back, while leaning in and catching her earlobe between his teeth. He spoke without letting the flesh go. “Does that feel like I still want you? I never stopped. Not one fucking minute of one fucking hour.” He released her lobe and growled more words into her ear while his other hand slipped under the water.

He thrust his fingers inside her and stilled. “Of one fucking day, week, month, or fucking year. You were always mine. Always will be mine, you just forgot that.”

Trip felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers. Hungry for more, Trip finger fucked her in that exact position until she came.

“Say my name,” he commanded.

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