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I shake my head no, unable to talk from the desperate need to feel him fill me.

He nods, opening his mouth like he wants to say something, but changes his mind quickly and slams home. I scream out in pleasure, his huge cock filling me up, stretching me out.

"Fuck," he curses. "I'm trying to take it easy, but you keep clamping down on me. God, you're perfect. We fit perfectly."

Kas thrusts his hips and begins sliding in and out. He reaches his thumb down, rubbing gentle circles over my clit, and my body lights up. It's so much stimulation I can't stop the moans. I'm panting, writhing, and the coil within me is so tight I can't breathe.

He thrusts again, harder, and the world splinters apart. Pleasure shoots out to my limbs, and I can't see, hear, or speak. Nothing exists except the ecstasy flowing through me. He roars his own release and slams inside me a few more times, pulsing, and I feel his come coating the walls of my pussy.

I'm exhausted, my bones are liquified, and Kas' weight is a welcome comfort.

"Holy shit, fairy. That was the best experience of my life."

"Ditto," I say weakly.

"Charli," he starts, and I can feel his body tense with concern.

"Shh," I put a finger to his lips. "Don't spoil the moment. It was amazing. You were amazing.

Now, shut up and hold me."

Chapter Eight

Kas

The morning after the absolute worst and best day of my life, we are back in the diner, sitting in our favorite booth. We’ve already had breakfast with Riley and Beck. Riley could barely keep his eyes open after working the night shift at the inn, so he headed home as soon as he was done eating. Beck was off to work and seemed to be in a sullen mood today. He ran out of here before I could ask him what was happening, but I have bigger things to worry about right now.

“I have a little bit in savings. I could keep paying for the room for a week or so. Then I can just head back home when we run out of money for the room,” Charli says, nervously biting her thumbnail. We’re trying to solve the dilemma of where to stay until the end of summer, but there’s no way I would ever take money from my fairy.

“No, baby. I won't let you do that. I’ve got a little money saved up to take care of the room. Or hell, maybe we can find a cheap one-bedroom apartment to rent month to month? We can borrow Grayson's air mattress for the rest of the summer,” I suggest, thinking of the area and where there might be a room available. I don't tell her I use my whole paycheck from working over the summers for college tuition. I know she would refuse to let me do this and empty her savings instead, but I can't let her do that. I won't let her do that. I will figure something out.

“I’m going to run down the street to the newsstand and try to find a paper. They should have some listings,” I say, standing.

“They still have a newspaper stand? Doesn't everyone just use Craigslist or something?” she asks, scrunching her nose.

I laugh and lean down to kiss that cute little nose, no longer caring to duck my head in fear of her seeing my scar. Come to think of it, I haven't even really thought about my scar or people's reaction to it since Charli got here. She has a way of making me see the world in a whole new light, and that light is only her. I only ever see her.

“Boy, come over here a minute,” Tony calls for me from the kitchen pass-through window. “Bring my girl back here with ya.”

I snort at that and roll my eyes as Charli giggles behind me. If the man wasn't old as dirt and like a father to Charli, I might think about kicking his ass. Instead, I usually end up laughing at his antics. Hopefully, he's not calling me back to the kitchens today to work. While I rarely mind taking over as many shifts as they need, I have to find a place for Charli and me to stay today. I don't want to take advantage of one of my best friends and potentially risk Riley losing his job, so I need to get on this.

“What's up, Tony?” I ask as we step into the kitchen.

“My girl here said she overheard you guys were looking for a place to stay,” Tony says, flipping some bacon on the grill.

“Ratting me out, Al. That’s not very nice.” I give the waitress a smile to let her know I'm joking. She probably overheard Charli and me talking when she filled Charli's orange juice. I know they all worry about me in this place, so she’s just looking out for me.

“Don't pick on her. She's just worried about you two. Barb and I are as well. That's why we got a proposition for you two. We’ve got a room upstairs. Ain’t nothing fancy, just a loft with a small bathroom. The kitchen ain’t much to work with, but you two can have full access to the diner, you know that. We use it as storage, so there's a shit ton of mess up there. You guys clean it up, and it's yours. Just move whatever isn't trash to the back shed.” He doesn't even look up from the grill before dropping this bomb on me.

“That would be awesome, Tony. How much do you want in rent?” I ask, still dumbstruck.

“You clean the shit up, and we’ll call it even. I promise you'll understand when you see the place. I believe there's a small cot in the back corner, but it's pretty sturdy. Keys on the hook in the back, palm tree keychain. Just head on up,” Tony says, waving us off.

I make my way to the back door of the diner and grab the keys before heading outside and up the back steps.

“Oh my gosh, I'm so excited!” Charli says, nearly pushing me up the old wooden steps. I keep a slow pace, not trusting how sturdy these things are. Storms always happen, and one little slip could hurt my girl. Finally, we reach the top. I unlock the door and push it open.

“Oh. My. Lanta,” Charli says from behind me.

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