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“Outraged mostly. I want to take you back up into that cabin bedroom and make love to you. I want to kiss you until you can’t even think straight. I want to give you all that shit you should have experienced a long time ago. I’m not angry. I’m fucking livid when I think about your life.”

My heart starts to race and my stomach squeezes at the anger in his voice. I’m questioning why he would even say these things. I’m just some hooker he saved in a hotel. Maybe there is some truth to this magical well. I look at him and I can’t help the way I feel. I’m intoxicated in the moment. I lift up my chin as he stands there watching me. The timing couldn’t be more messed up. Not too long ago, I was dropping a music box and breaking a bottle of brandy on the floor. I was reminiscing and crying over a painful event from my childhood, and now I just need him. I need Trig to make it better, and that’s what he does for me. I don’t care that this situation is weird. It’s just him and me and no one has to know.

“Then what are you waiting for,” I finally say.

He rushes toward me and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers together. He pulls me back up to the cabin. I’m struggling to keep up with him again. My ankle is wobbling and the arches of my feet hurt. All I can think about is what will happen in the next few minutes. We reach the front door and Bones sees us holding hands and smiles.

“Dude, I didn’t mean to step on your toes. That’s your claim, and I was wrong. I apologize. I also cleaned up that glass in your room. Take it as a peace offering.”

Trig puts one hand up.

“Not now,” Trig says, as he pulls me toward the bedroom door. We enter and he slams it closed. He gently pushes my body up against the door and peels off my vest. He places his mouth on my chest and slowly licks from my collarbone up to my ear lobe. His neck is close to my face and he smells so good. I grip his strong arms.

“Do you want me to go down on you? I can make you feel good,” I whisper.

He stops and looks at me. I feel like I just slipped back into work mode again. From his face, I know he knows it too.

“Stop, and let me do what I do, Nine. Just relax,” he says, as he licks and kisses my shoulder.

I let my head lean back against the door and enjoy his lips and tongue devouring my neck. For the first time in my life, I’m enjoying this. I’m not nervous and I’m not putting on an act. I’m not even thinking about the customer, and how to keep him pleased.

“This is not a job,” I accidentally say aloud. I’m moaning as Trig lifts my tank top over my head and squats down, planting kisses on my stomach.

“Stop thinking, Nine. Close your eyes,” Trig reminds me.

My hands are planted at my sides on the door. His hands are placed on my waistband. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down with my panties. He starts kissing my thigh, higher and higher. I’m gripping the wall as he puts his mouth on me. I feel his fingers gently graze over my stitches. He then gives my kitty a slow, light kiss before his tongue dances against the folds. I’m soaking between my legs and it feels like I can’t even stand anymore. He suddenly stops touching me, which causes me to open my eyes and look down. He’s not between my legs anymore. He’s now standing and admiring me.

“Baby, do you know what you’re worth? Men should be fighting over you. I sure as hell would.”

I can hardly breathe and all I want is for him to be inside of me. I walk forward. He grabs me and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He kisses me while carrying me over to the bed and gently lays me down on my back. He peels his T-shirt off and tosses it across the room. I watch him unbutton his pants and push them down to the floor. He leans down and pulls a condom out from his wallet. I bite my lip as I take in a sneak peek of his package. I’m staring as he rolls the rubber on and with each passing second, I’m growing hungrier for him. He takes his time crawling on the bed over to me.

“I want you,” I breathe out. My body is famished for him. He turns my neck to the side and starts planting more kisses. He’s trailing them down my arms, my stomach, and then my legs. At one point, my toes are in his mouth. My lower region is now screaming for him. He slides my legs apart with his hands and positions himself between my thighs. Trig leans forward and slides his cock just close enough to touch my entrance. I moan as he lies on top of me. He partially leans to the side. I can tell he’s being careful to avoid my injuries. He stares down at me.

“Tonight, you’re a virgin. Tonight, I’m not fucking you. I’m making love to you, and this memory replaces your very first time. Do you understand me?”

I barely nod.

He doesn’t give me much time to think about it. He pushes himself into me as his lips crash on mine. I moan into his mouth. His hands are all over me and at some point, I completely let go. My body relaxes. My mind concentrates on him inside of me. I start to push my hips up to match his rhythm but he takes his hands and holds my hips down as a reminder that he’s in charge and that I need to let go. He doesn’t know I already have. I just want to feel every inch of him. I need him deeper inside of me. I’m struggling to stay still. My breathing is all over the place and all I can think about is how good he makes me feel. We keep going at this for a while. The sheets are soaked with sweat and the room feels like it’s over a hundred degrees. I’m getting close. I can feel it. I fist the pillow above me.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are, baby?” he says into my ear. His rhythm picks up and my toes are curling. I let go of the pillow and run my nails down his back.

“I want you to tell me when it feels really good,” he whispers. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”

He shifts his weight to one side and then the other and then back again. That’s the spot.

“Right there,” I push out, and close my eyes. I’m completely focused on him hitting that one little area. Every muscle in my body tightens up. It’s about to happen.

“I’m going to come,” I yell out. He stays in motion and yanks back my hair. His mouth is at my throat again. I start to contract around him, and for some reason, at that very minute I yell out the one thing that is farthest from my mind.

“I love you,” I shout.

Trig doesn’t say anything. He keeps going. I cover my face, embarrassed. He reaches one hand up and pushes my hands away. I’m petrified by what just came out of my mouth. What the hell just happened? Did he fuck me so good that my mind had a malfunction? Does this thing happen? I’ll call it a sexual mental glitch. I watch as he closes his eyes. He’s trying to focus. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I just keep repeating in my head. I’m freaking out for several reasons, and I don’t think I can deal with this. My body tenses up and I know he can feel it. He slows down.

“Nine,” Trig warns.

I try to relax, but I can’t. It’s not until he moves his face close to mine that I release the tension running through me. He doesn’t look concerned. He just stares at me and then lowers his lips to mine. He has his hand on the back of my neck and he’s pumping into me. Suddenly his movements get rougher and then I hear him moan. His body jolts and then I watch as he slows down. He collects himself, pulls out, and then bends over and gives me a kiss on the forehead. He walks to the bathroom and closes the door.

I continue laying there, in a mess of emotions. I’m really concerned with my mental stability at the moment. I sit up and wrap the sheet around me. Trig comes out, slides into his pants, and looks at me.

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