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"Static," I wailed.

He didn't answer. His hand was between my legs, the heel of his hand pressed to my clit. He rocked it against me, grinding down on the tiny bundle of nerves. My breath came faster and faster.

He was sucking on my neck, and I knew he was going to leave a hickey, but I didn't care. Every thought was focused at that point between my thighs. He tweaked my nipple right as he slid his long fingers back inside my body, making me groan deep in my chest.

I was panting and moaning, writhing on his lap. He kept me pinned there, his other arm wrapped around my chest, holding me against him while he toyed with me. His knees hooked inside mine and he used them to spread my legs further apart.

"Let go," he growled.

I was shaking my head before he finished speaking.

"Baby Girl," he rumbled.

I cried out as his fingers twisted my nipple and the pleasure was so intense it was bordering on pain. "Please," I gasped. I wasn't in control. My body and mind were pulling me in different directions.

"I've got you. Let go. Come for me."

My hips started thrusting up and down, moving with his hand. I was so close. Everything was tight. His fingers moved faster, harder. I could feel how wet and hot I was, the slick sound as his fingers fucked me, filling the room.

"Static!" I screamed, right before I came. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. He didn't stop. He kept moving his hand, drawing it out. My vision darkened at the edges. The only thing in my world was pleasure. It drowned out every worry, every fear. There was only it, and him.

He kissed my neck and murmured something in my ear. I didn't hear what it was. Then his fingers were gone. He shifted me and turned me around in his lap. I blinked.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

I didn't have to be told twice. I fused my mouth to his and kissed him hard and fast. My tongue tangled with his and I poured everything I was feeling into the kiss.

We were both breathing heavily when we broke apart. He shifted until he was lying back on the couch, with my loose and pliant body draped over his. His hand brushed over my hair, then down my back and over my butt before trailing up again. "You tired?"

I was. My eyelids were heavy as I drifted in the aftermath. "No," I lied. "We can-"

"This is all we're doing tonight, Sugar," he said.

My cheek was resting on his chest, my eyes were closed, and his voice soothed that part of me that was worried about returning the favor. He didn't expect anything from me. What a new concept.

"Sleep. I've got you."

For the first time in nearly a year, I easily drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 21

Static

Something hit me in the stomach and I woke up with a grunt. Gwen was thrashing around the bed, moaning low in her throat. It wasn't the same sounds I pulled out of her the night before last. No. These were sounds of terror. We'd managed to go at least one night without the nightmares, but now they were back. I grabbed her arms, pinning her wrists above her head and partially laid my body on hers. I didn't want her to hurt herself.

"Shhhhh, Sugar. You're okay," I whispered to her.

She fought me harder. A shrill whine was building in her throat. Holding her down was making it worse. I released her, and she settled for a moment. I grabbed her shoulders and gave her a hard shake. "Gwen."

Her eyes shot open, filled with fear and confusion. I let her go and sat with my hands up where she could see them. "You're okay," I murmured to her. It was hard to make my voice soothing and comforting when it was gravelly as fuck from sleep.

She shook her head. "Static?"

"Yeah, Gwen."

A grimace crossed her face. "Was I having a nightmare?"

"You don't remember?"

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