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Except here I was riding that wave again. I rolled into him, feeling him plunge deeper, utterly enamored with the way he conformed to my body. How was this possible? It was almost like he was the perfect size for me, the perfect shape. This was the first time for us, yet I felt like I had sheathed him many times before, the action so instinctive that I barely missed a beat.

I locked my fingers at the base of his neck and leaned back. Orange hues danced across his face, enhancing the swirling green of his irises. Rusty freckles burst with life across his chest and arms, interrupted by jagged lines of black ink. Everything crashed into my awareness at once while each individual thought remained lost to our coupling.

Fred dug his nails into my flesh. “That’s it…keep going…”

His brows furrowed as his mouth widened. White threads of hair fell into his face, then tipped back when he shifted his focus to my mouth. Watching him watch me sparked an excitement completely unfamiliar. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to give myself over to him. Years of bashfulness would have kept me from acting like this with anybody else—anybody, of course, except someone who knew me better than I knew myself.

He swept his hands up my sides. He cupped my breasts, admiring them while drawing his thumbs in circles over my nipples. Each thrust gave way to a far more determined demeanor, a kind of concentrated sternness that made me want to ride him harder. By now, it was a toss on who was controlling the pace.

Did it matter?Hardly. I was ready to succumb to whatever might happen next.

The earth could crack open. Reality could shatter. Things could be completely bleak once we were through. But no matter the possible result, I didn’t want to lose his attention. I didn’t want his focus to stray. As he peered between us to watch his cock disappear inside me, his hair created a white curtain.

No. That wasn’t fair. I wanted to see the forest in his eyes. I wanted to know how much his pupils would dilate as we came together. I tilted his head back. I pushed his hair out of his face.

“So much better,” I whispered while popping my hips forward and back. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

He clutched my lower back. “Then you won’t.”

As I hugged him to me, his hands slid to my bottom, cupping me in a way that exposed more of my slit to him. He barreled into me while holding me steady, stealing whatever focus I had left. He bucked furiously, casting heated waves to dance up my spine as I arched into his pumps.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and I obeyed at once. “Don’t miss anything. Right, Kylie?”

Eyes locked, mouth slacked—bam. We crested the very top of the mountain, scaled right over the tip with an orchestral moan that matched pitch. Our synchronized movements only made me come harder, and I didn’t dare break our staring match. I cherished his expanding pupils like treasure.

Other than the spots dancing in my vision, I saw him now for the man he truly was beneath the whole grumpy façade. I took in the truth of him as his thrusts slowed and his chest heaved, as the sweat appeared on his brow. I saw the reality of his tattooed blocks of black ink and numbers, so many numbers.

He was Fred.JustFred.

I sat back on his cock, knowing he was going flaccid inside me but not truly caring about whether or not we were going to part ways. I just wanted to look at him. I wanted to keep seeing him this way, because out there in the world outside this hot bubble, it wouldn’t be the same. We would go right back to running.

Here, regardless of the rush, everything had been slow, sweet, and sensual. Everything had a proper pace. I didn’t want to lose it any more than I wanted to lose my life—or his.

Chapter 13 - Fred

Kylie curled up in my arms as soon as we were done. Cool sweat soaked one side of the fur blanket, so I flipped it over, coaxing a contented groan from her as the side that was warmed by the stove met her flesh.

Such supple flesh grabbed my unconscious attention. I massaged her arms, drifted over her plump tits, rubbed her stomach. Not one inch of her had gone untouched, right down to the tips of her toes. She was already mostly asleep, but a dedicated massage to her feet put her out entirely.

The storm continued to wage war against the roof and the small window. Hard pellets thudded above, sounding like hail. We were caught in the thick of it—and it didn’t look like it was going to let up any time soon. Thunder growled around us. That wasn’t promising.

It would probably get worse through the evening.

I grabbed the strap of the nearest black bag and rooted out our equipment. The nice thing about having older tech meant it could survive some heavy wear and tear. I booted up a satellite GPS device and waited for the screen to load. While that warmed up, I went back to rubbing Kylie’s feet.

She was already asleep. She probably wouldn’t feel what I was doing—or remember it either. But my hands were compelled to keep her in close contact. Something told me not to let her go. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

The satellite GPS loaded the map. I tapped through a few screens and scanned the area. Thankfully, we’d made enough progress on the backroads to get into North Carolina.According to my GPS, we were outside some smaller town, near Mecklenburg County. After getting a good look at the rest of the map that would take us into West Virginia, I turned it off to save the battery.

I texted our coordinates to Jermaine and Liam. The Blondes had already made it to Buckhannon. Liam would be there in about a day or so to reunite with his sister. Just thinking about how she had reacted to the information I’d given her last night made my fingers pause on her toes.

Her cheek twitched slightly as she took a sharp breath. After a second, she relaxed and went right back to breathing evenly. As I continued rubbing her feet, I tried not to think too hard about what we’d just done.

Liam would have a fit. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain this to him, so I resolved myself to just locking it away in my memories. It wasn’t like we would ever have the opportunity to do it again. Once we got to the safe house, I would wait until she was officially safe before heading back to the Beaufort Creek pack.

Another rumble of thunder penetrated the small window. Something about the sound put me on edge, inspiring me to set Kylie’s feet back under the fur blanket and quietly scoot toward the window. The stove was still hot. Steam cast clouds across the already webbed windowpane. Not much was happening outside other than the storm pelting the side of the shed with forceful gusts of wind.

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