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“I’ve managed two guys a couple of times,” she mumbled, all her energy drained away. “It’s when it’s more that I panic. All I can picture is that whimpering, begging mess I became. I can deal with the physical stuff. The pain. I’m scared of becoming that pathetic again. I’d rather die first.”

Not before him. He’d protect her or die trying.

Naz could only shelter her with his body and hope it would be enough. He pulled her in closer, wrapping himself around her, some of his tension seeping away when her arms hugged him back.

“Being here, like this.” Meg’s voice had become soft wisps of air that he had to strain to hear. “I don’t want to stop, but it’s only going to make tomorrow harder.”

No. Being here like this, holding her, made life worth living tomorrow.

Meg’s breathing evened out.

Naz didn’t want to sleep. He didn’t want to lose even a moment with her.

He needed to make sure neither of them died. As he snuggled Meg closer, his mind began filtering through the options of who he should kill first.

Chapter 19

Naz had decided to take out Rocks first, to kill him in his sleep. The asshole hit like his name. Naz still remembered the punch to his gut.

Rocks usually woke Naz and Meg up and kicked them out, but he didn’t come to the trailer that morning. Naz was already awake and wired with adrenaline. He needed to calm down.

It didn’t help that Meg had shifted to sprawl over him instead of spooning so that her crotch rested over his. It made him nervous, but he shouldn’t have worried. He didn’t get hard.

The shirt she was wearing had ridden up, reminding him that she didn’t have any underwear on. Her ass didn’t look like any of the men’s he’d seen. It was rounder, curvier, and there was a birthmark high on the left cheek he’d never noticed before. He’d seen her naked plenty. Why hadn’t he ever seen that dark dot?

His hands itched with the urge to trace the mark with his finger. Would it be raised a little from her skin? Or would it be as smooth and soft there as her whole ass looked?

He shouldn’t touch her ass. Especially when she was sleeping. She’d think he meant something by it. Staring at her ass didn’t make his dick twitch.

The thought of dicks and asses together caused the voices to whisper in his head.

Meg stirred. Remembered laughter filled his mind, along with grunts and groans. She stretched on top of his body, every brush only making his vision narrow further as darkness encroached.

He blinked, trying to drag his mind back. He couldn’t have an episode. Everything that went down had to be planned, controlled.

Meg pushed herself up and leaned into his face. When her lips brushed against his, the voices in his head stuttered to silence. No one had ever kissed him on the lips before.

The amber of her eyes burned into him as their gazes locked, chasing out the darkness.

“Good morning.”

“Meg.” It wasn’t exactly the same as a morning greeting, but he never got sick of saying her name. He barely had to think about it anymore.

“Oh!” She giggled, leaning in and giving him his second kiss, just as brief. “It looks like you didn’t hate it,” she said. “I was worried you would.” She brushed a finger along his bottom lip.

He hadn’t lost any feeling in his lips, just the ability for his brain to move them easily. And apparently, his lower lip was sensitive as hell. While her kiss hadn’t done much besides shock him, her finger sparked incredible tingles that shot straight to his dick.

He dumped her onto the bed as he scrambled up, escaping into the bathroom.

What the fuck? He’d had her pussy pressed against his dick most of the night without a twitch, but it was a playful swipe of her finger that made him hard?

At least his panic had scared his erection away again. He pissed for good measure, then flushed and washed his hands. He met his gaze in the mirror, telling himself to get his shit together.

Meg had left the bedroom, but she stood just outside of it, fidgeting. Her smile was gone. The tightness around her eyes eased when he crossed to her.

“Julio didn’t come. But he’s got to be pissed, right? Of course he’s pissed. I don’t know what to do.” She leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his chest. “You think he’d notice if we stayed in here all day again?”

He smoothed a hand over her back. She was jittery, tension tightening the muscles there.

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