Page 56 of Saviors

I crossed the room to her in a few steps and grasped her hands. The book made a thud as it fell to the ground. “Let’s get out of this house.”

“Where are we going?” She laughed as I led her into the hall and down the stairs. The sound was light and wonderful. I vowed to make sure I heard it every day.

Her bare feet slapped on the floor, but she wouldn’t need shoes. “Somewhere fun.”

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“I love this.” Violet’s breath skimmed across my skin as she swam by me.

I just barely felt the heat of her body as she passed. My fingers twitched to grab her by the waist and yank her to me. To wrap her legs around my hips and nestle my cock next to her warm cunt.

Instead, I stuck my hand out, letting my fingertips ghost along her naked thigh. I felt the goosebumps and knew it wasn’t from the temperature of the lake. She couldn’t hide her body’s reaction to us.

She flipped to her back, glancing at me as she floated away. Her purple bikini poked through the lake as she circled me again. We’d had to stop and buy it on the way here. Not even the cold water could keep my cock from getting hard as I saw her in it.

There was an ethereal quality about her. Her skin seemed to glow under the water. Her eyes shined. Even her hair floated beautifully around her face.

There was something about water that washed away your sins. Your past.

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Violet

The wood creaked as my legs trembled. My knuckles went numb as I held the branch above my head for support. My feet curled around the one underneath me. But I felt Maverick’s arm on my waist, stronger than all the other sensations.

“No, don’t.” I let my hand drop from the tree. My nails sunk into his forearm. “Mav, don’t do it.”

The dimple on his cheek popped out as he smiled. My heart stuttered in my chest. He disarmed me when he looked at me like that. It made me forget who I was. Where I was.

It filled me with hope and happiness.

The feelings vanished as he turned and leapt off the outstretched branch.

“Oh, my god.” The air whooshed from my lungs as he fell.

It seemed to last forever. In those short seconds, my mind raced with every terrible thing that could happen. I watched the water rushing towards him like it was concrete; sure he was going to die.

The splash was deafening. My gut tightened as I waited for him to resurface. I frantically searched the lake for his shaved head. A glimpse of muscles and tattoos. Anything.

An audible gasp left my lungs as he popped up, roaring in happiness. My hand flew to my chest to ease the ache. The movement caused the tree limb I was standing on to wiggle. I screamed, grasping with both hands the branch above. My breath became ragged again.

How had he convinced me to climb up here? Maybe it was his attractiveness that made me feel like a giddy schoolgirl. Like my past hadn’t happened. Or perhaps it was because I trusted him. A part of me knew I’d follow these men anywhere.

“Jump.”

Maybe not.

“I can’t.” My voice echoed around the lake. My own fear reverberated in my ears.

I felt my fingers slipping on the bark underneath my clammy palms. It wasn’t just fear that had my heart plummeting to my knees. It was shame. Shame that I’d let myself become this person. Someone who was always afraid. Weak.

I glanced at Maverick treading water. The droplets slid down his body over his chiseled muscles. The surface seemed to reflect in his eyes, making the gray appear darker. They penetrated my thoughts and made me feel foolish.

I wished I could be like him. Wished I had an ounce of his courage or strength.

He cupped his large, calloused hands around his face to yell back at me. “Why?”

“I’ll get hurt.”

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