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I’d be very willing to try though.

Her moves grow ragged, and I know she’s close to falling apart on top of me. Lifting my hips, I meet her stroke for stroke, until her gorgeous voice is crying out for relief. With her pussy clenching around me, I can’t hold on.

My release washes through me in a piping hot haze. The sight of her crying out in bliss finishes me off. Still clasping her throat, I slam our mouths back together, swallowing the syllables of her climax that spill free.

She lumps against my chest in a boneless puddle. I bury my face in her hair, breathing in the familiarity of her scent, curled around the strands of her inky black hair. What I wouldn’t give to stay in this moment forever.

“You alright?” I murmur.

“I am now.”

It takes several minutes for her to find the energy to slide off me. She yanks her dress down to cover her lack of panties and wriggles off my lap into the seat next to me. I tie off the condom and place it on the floor to dispose of at home.

With our desperate fuck-fest over, Killian lays back on the accelerator. The truck lurches forwards, sending us hurtling past fields of corn cast in rays of brilliant sunshine. He casts us both an amused look in the mirror.

“You know, I was hoping to christen that back seat myself.”

I snort. “Too late.”

Willow covers her face, blushing red. “I have no idea what came over me.”

Killian smirks, his eyes refocusing on the road ahead. “Neither of us are complaining. Who’s ready for round two when we get home?”

CHAPTER 30

WILLOW

I WON’T GIVE UP - CHANCE PEÑA

Sitting cross-legged by the side of the lake, I stare down at the piece of paper clasped in my hands. Sweat drips down my neck from the relentless sun that’s baked the mountains and woodland until even the wildflowers have wilted.

I’ve tried to start this letter a million times in the past few weeks and I’ve given up just as many times. Pen poised, I bring ink to paper again and beg the words to come.

Something. Anything. Again, nothing happens. How the hell do I even approach this? No matter what I write, this is going to turn into a mess the moment Katie realises who I really am. Words can’t fix what’s been broken.

Hey, I’m the kid that you lost fifteen years ago. I’m back. Surprise! Want to be my mum again?

Yeah, I don’t think so.

Behind me, the sound of Killian’s axe splitting wood fills the peaceful silence. Zach and Micah are working together to cover the exterior of my cabin in bright lantern lights. Since our close call in the city, they’ve all been extra attentive.

For the first few days, we awaited the inevitable fallout. I was convinced my location was blown, and it took a miracle for me not to run again. Trust me, I tried. When Killian threatened to tie me to his bed, I stopped packing my suitcase.

But nothing awful has happened. Mason was simply a close call. He has no idea where I’m staying, and even if he’s spoken to Dimitri, they have no way of tracking us back to Briar Valley from the city streets.

We’re safe.

I have to keep telling myself that.

Safe. Safe. Safe.

I just wish I believed it.

“Mummy! I’m home!”

With a squeal, Arianna leaps on my back. We both end up tumbling through the long grass. When I get her underneath me, I mercilessly tickle her ribcage until she’s screaming for relief, her yellow sundress bunching up her legs.

“You scared me, Ari.”

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