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They stayed where they felt safe.

Beth was the only one with any ambition in that Beta town.

She knew she had to get out of there to make something of herself.

And now here she is in the big, bad city. It’s not safe here, and she’s already seen that. Despite what she’s been through, she hasn’t thought about going back home.

I knew the minute I saw her she was a force of nature.

She puts her phone down and rolls onto her back, her shirt shifting to show off a flash of her skin. Closing her eyes she lays back, bending her knees and parting her legs. Her right hand pushes inside her jeans, and her body arches, pushing those perfect breasts into the air.

She’s so fucking beautiful. I know I shouldn’t watch, but I can’t take my eyes off her.

My cock gets harder than it’s been since we parted.

I stroke a hand over the front of my jeans.

The memory of what it was like to be inside her makes it impossible to ignore the urge to tug my jeans open and palm my shaft. I need to feel something, and this is better than nothing.

I watch her stroke herself, left hand teasing her nipples through her clothes, and I can barely control myself. Steeling myself against the wall, I tug on my cock until I erupt, cum spilling over onto the ledge of her window and the edge of my hand.

She’s done a few slow moments later, and I see her smile as she moves into a curled-up position before she starts to fall asleep.

It hurts how much I want to break in just to lay down beside her.

She wouldn’t welcome that. I can’t pretend she would.

I push my cock back inside my boxers and my jeans, and I button myself up while I stare out into the night. It’s as secluded as alleys get in this city, with boarded up windows in the closed down building next door, and it’s gated off at the back.

I glance back at the window, where the soft glow of the light in her room is still illuminating everything inside.

Beth sleeps on top of her bedsheets with her clothes on, phone within arm’s reach.

It feels like she’s so close to me right now. So fucking close, and yet so damn far away.

Better get used to that feeling.

It’s my life now.

Chapter Forty-Five

Beth

The sounds of a whole bunch of text messages hitting my inbox make me groan as I start to regain consciousness. I slept last night, and I slept well. Besides Catherine waking me up to tell me to take my clothes off and actually get into the bed, I mean. That ten minute disruption aside, most of my night was peaceful. I didn’t spend hours tossing and turning or staring at the ceiling wondering when in the hell my brain was going to finally switch off to let me rest.

It went off like a switch being pulled after I made myself come.

Thinking about it brings back everything I felt after I slipped my hand into my panties and let myself fantasize about dating the hottest pack I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

I thought about all four of them.

Not just the two who might be kind of interested.

I’m going to blame my filthy thoughts on seeing Enzo and Arrow together the way that I did.

It left me with sexy images I don’t know how to scrub from my brain of two of the four most insanely handsome men I’ve ever met.

Thinking about them makes me want to touch myself all over again.

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