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When we reach a set of bathrooms, I tug her inside the men’s room and lock the door.

“Ford? What are you—”

“Helping you blow off some steam.”

Gold flecks in her eyes brighten as her lower lip rolls between her teeth. “Here?”

My fingers find the button of her jeans, then slide under the hem of her panties. “Mmhmm. It’ll help you relax.”

She gasps when I push into her wet slit, but I catch her moan with my mouth, locking her in a heated kiss.

I love that I’m learning her. I know she likes it when I curl inside her, and rub circles around her stiff clit.

And that if I want her to come faster, I slip in two.

No time to spare, so I fill her with both knuckles, stroking deep within her clutching cunt.

“Oh fuck.” Her rapid exhale bathes over my throat.

“Later. Let it out, Frosty. Give me a good one,” I growl, then take the lobe of her ear between my lips.

She digs into my shoulders as her thighs begin to shake.

I can tell she’s getting closer just by the change in her breathing and the spasms that ripple in the muscles of her tight little pussy.

“Ford,” she exhales as the first shudder has her clinging to my neck and arching her head back.

My tongue works the tender skin beneath her jaw, then I nip the long line of her throat as I give her a final, hard thrust with my hand.

She stiffens, her body seizing my fingers in rhythmic waves until she slumps in my arms.

“Good girl. I bet you feel better already?” I hold her up long enough for her legs to regain their strength.

The bulge in my own jeans is begging to be freed.

She takes a shaky breath, a smile flickering over her lips. “Yes, thank you. I didn’t know I needed that.”

“Happy to help.” I tug up her pants, then pat her butt as she walks out of the stall ahead of me.

She flips her hair away from her forehead after a glance in the mirror, then sheds her jacket to drape over her arm. “Whew, it got warm in here.”

“You can take ‘em all off and we can hide a while more, if you’d like.” I give her an innocent looking smirk when her eyes widen and her mouth falls into an “O”.

“I wish.” She lets out a long sigh, then loops her arm through my elbow until we stand in front of her father’s door.

I pull her hand up until my lips can brush her knuckles. “You got this.”

Chapter 36

April

No I don’t. I feel sick as my palm pushes the metal handle.

The smell of disinfectant and bland hospital food hits me before I see nothing but a wall of monitors and tubes.

My dad looks almost frail in the bed.

It makes the twinge in my belly even worse seeing how withered he is after only a few weeks.

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