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I feel his hum in my chest. “Who are these shitty guys you’ve been with, Trin? They don’t eat your pussy ’til you see stars, they don’t spank you when you’ve been a bad girl and they don’t fuck you well.”

Rest in Peace, ovaries.

“You don’t do any of those things, either,” I remind him. “Unfortunately.”

He groans and slides a hand down the back of my leggings, squeezing my bare ass. I gasp.

“It’s about time we change some of that,” he says in my ear, his voice gruff. “I can’t give you everything, but...we can play. Is that enough?”

My pulse pounds and my head swims as I manage a strangled, “Yes.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lincoln

I can only see Trinity’s outline in the faint light of the flickering fire, but I can feel her heart beating steadily against my chest as we lie down on the bed.

On the way to the bed, I unbuttoned her shirt and slid it to the floor, then added mine to the floor right after. I can’t get enough of her bare skin against mine. Her breath on my cheek. Her hair brushing against my chest.

I don’t know if it’s because we survived a plane crash together and fought our way through brutal cold to make it to the cabin, but there’s a bond between us now. I’ve felt the bond tightening faster and faster, literally pulling us together. I can’t think only of Dalton anymore. This connection is something Trinity and I both need.

I won’t sleep with her. That’ll have to be enough for Dalton when we see each other again. Right now, there’s only one other person in my world, and I can’t keep her at arm’s length any longer.

“What’s this?” Trinity murmurs as she runs her fingers over a small raised scar on my shoulder blade.

“Got grazed by a knife when I was breaking up a bar fight a couple years ago.” She gasps and I hum with amusement. “It’s nothing. I’ve been cut worse playing hockey.”

I kiss my way down her chest and she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock throbs with need. I’ve done this with women many times, but there’s something different about Trinity. It’s like my soul has known hers for a very long time and we’ve finally reconnected after being apart.

When I move onto my back, I take her hips and move her on top of me. She exhales hard when she feels my erection against her, shifting her hips just enough to make me groan.

She’s so beautiful, her hair loose around her shoulders. I find her even more beautiful now that I know her better. She’s strong, though it doesn’t come naturally to her. Her strength is something she’s fighting for every day here, grappling not only with the unknowns of our situation but her anxiety, too.

I sit up slightly and reach for the clasp of her bra, but she uses both hands and pulls it up over her head, tossing it aside.

My hands find her breasts in the near darkness, her gasp sending a shudder through me. This is about her, but my body doesn’t seem to get it. I’m trembling inside like a high school kid with a crush.

When I lightly pinch her nipples, she grinds against me, making me close my eyes and force myself to gain control. I’m not going to come in my pants—or at all—but she’s going to make it one hell of a fight.

“Don’t move your hips,” I tell her as I cup her breasts and squeeze them gently. “Be completely still.”

“Completely?” She arches her back, slightly increasing the pressure against my cock.

I take her hips and move her off of me, then sit up. “You’re not much at following instructions, sexy girl.”

“Girl?” She sounds both offended and turned on.

“That’s right. You’re an inexperienced girl who’s never been with a real man. You’re going to lie over my lap and do exactly as I say.”

She complies immediately, lying over me as I sit on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. I rub my palm over her ass and squeeze each cheek, then use both hands to pull her leggings down until they’re just above her knees.

“Do you want them off?” she asks breathlessly.

I answer with a hard smack against her ass, making her inhale sharply. “If I wanted them off, I’d take them off. This way, you’re forced to keep your legs closed. You’d spread them wide open if I let you, wouldn’t you?”

There’s a pause and then a whispered, “Yes.”

I squeeze each of her ass cheeks again, then smack her harder. “Jesus fuck, this ass. Just begging to be spanked. And you fucking like it, don’t you?”

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