Page 60 of Kage

Exhaling, I realized just how stiff my neck had become. I fisted my hand, pushing it against the air and wishing I was in the gym with my boxing bag in front of me. Physical activity usually kept me from succumbing to the demons.

If left unchecked, the nightmares could take me to a dark and nasty place.

A slight moan drew my attention and I turned my head. Juliette was beautiful when she was sleeping. Hell, she was gorgeous doing anything and nothing. I laughed softly to myself. Being able to admit it should shock the hell out of me. Maybe enough time had passed that I was floating to the surface of the thick cesspool.

Nah, I wouldn’t count on it.

Her slight shift in position allowed me an even better view of her long legs. With the way she was lying on the floor, the cheap shorts had ridden up her thighs, exposing a section of her butt cheeks. Rounded perfectly. I wanted to wrap my hands around them, squeezing as I drove my cock into her tight little pussy.

Fuck me. There I went again thinking with my dick.

I sensed Tank was watching me, curious about what the hell I was doing. Leering at her, buddy. Another smirk rolled across my face. At least leering didn’t harm anyone and certainly there was no indication of any kind of commitment.

Yet after another look at those legs, my cock was hard as a rock. I purposely turned away, finally noticing land. At least we were coming into Charlotte. With any luck, even with renting a car in Dallas, we’d be home by dark.

Then what?

Hell if I knew.

As soon as I slumped down on the floor, Tank lifted his head but stayed right where he was.

I snarled at him, he thumped his tail once in response, and I had to laugh. “Traitor.”

He whined, but only once and I turned my head away to avoid staring at Juliette. Yet even after a full minute had passed, I couldn’t seem to get her out of my mind.

I could lose it if this continued.

Fucking her had been a huge mistake. When was the last time I’d lost control?

I shoved my hand behind my neck, rubbing it with my fingers. On top of everything, what little I’d slept had been in an awkward position, and now my neck was out of whack.

Also, because I hadn’t been to a chiropractor since moving to Colorado.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” Her voice was suddenly right beside me, the soft lilt the reason I currently felt like shit. Because I’d heard it over and over again when drifting off to sleep.

Every murmur when I’d tasted her.

The husky moans filtering into my mouth.

Her sensual exclamations when she’d erupted into a powerful orgasm.

Fuck me. This woman would be the goddamn death of me.

I lowered my head, my eyes immediately drifting to the tight tee shirt and what the material was doing to her full breasts. “Do what?”

She slid on her butt closer. “Rub your neck. It’s hurting. Right? I used to give my dad massages all the time. It was one of the few things he enjoyed me doing.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re hardheaded. Aren’t you? You don’t like anyone doing anything for you. Here’s a hint. All people aren’t bad.”

Said by someone who’d only recently been freed from imprisonment. Unbelievable. I glared at her, uncertain what to say, but allowing her to touch me wasn’t in my best interest.

Or hers.

“Come on, tough guy. Let me rub your neck and shoulders. Like I said before, I won’t bite.”

My eyes were hooded they were so heavy but just watching the way she tucked hair behind her ear with one hand, stroking Tank’s back with the other yanked at whatever decency I had inside of me.

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