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“I’m attracted to you.”

“That doesn’t mean shit,” I tell her, and I know it.

“I don’t know why you, Free. I just need you,” she confesses. She spreads her legs again, throwing one of them over mine. I slip my hand down between her thighs and find her wet pussy swollen and needy still. I dip a finger inside of her and slowly circle her clit. I keep up the lazy attempt to make her come, but it works. I can feel her body tense right before she calls my name, and she lets go one more time for me.

We continue to make each other come for a while. The need, the drugs running through her system. My cock feels raw by the time she’s done with me. When she’s finished and the drugs are wearing off, she lays on the bed next to me. It takes a few minutes until she finally dozes off and falls asleep. A few minutes later, Ricky is carrying Kelly into my room. I gave her the drug, too, but didn’t bother to watch the reaction she had to it. I was too busy, too wrapped up in Addison to pay attention to her.

“How’d she do?”

“She was fine. Just like the others,” he says before he lays her on the edge of the bed next to me. I grab the sheet and pull it up over all three of us while Pike turns and leaves the room. I shouldn’t have slept with her. I shouldn’t have let her get into my head, but I did. I should have stopped it. Now she’s going to think she can use me every time I give it to her. She can’t. I can’t. It’s a hard rule of mine, one I hadn’t broken until tonight. Until her.

Chapter 13

Addison

My body aches in ways I never knew it could. After last night, I feel like I’ve been running a damn marathon. I’ve never been so sore in my life. I wake up startled when I feel something between my legs. When I jerk up, I see it’s Free, and he has some kind of bottle in his hand.

“Haven’t you given me enough drugs?”

“This will help with that pain,” he explains, applying some sort of cream he no doubt came up with. According to the girls, he makes all kinds of drugs and things they find useful around here. I lay back down, blowing out a breath as every muscle in my body aches.

“You’re sore,” he says, climbing back up the bed.

“I am. I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“What did you think it would be like?”

“I thought we’d have sex, and that’s it. I didn’t know I’d keep wanting sex for half the night,” I tell him. He smiles, and fuck, I could take him again just for that.

“That’s what it does. It keeps you goin’. How do you feel today?”

“Aside from being sore, I feel fine. Normal.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he tells me before he moves from between my legs. I turn my head and see Kelly asleep, but Free doesn’t move to use the cream on her. Instead, he tosses it on the table next to the bed and stands to his feet. I notice him wince.

“How’s your arm?”

“It’ll heal. Just sore still,” he answers as his eyes meet mine. I smile back at him, and something flashes in his eyes before he blinks, and it’s gone.

“You need to eat,” he tells me. I nod my head as I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed. Before I can reach for my clothes, Free passes me a t-shirt that looks like one of his. It has a logo and says Soulless Bastards on it. I slip it over my head and stand, letting the material fall over me. It barely touches my thighs, and a shiver runs through me. Free notices and walks closer.

“You still feelin’ the effects of the drug?” he asks, looking concerned. I don’t think it’s the drugs so much as the man himself.

“No. Why?”

“I was just wonderin’. I like to make sure.”

“I’m fine, Free. What about Kelly?” I ask, changing the subject.

“What about her?”

“Didn’t you give her the drugs, too? I don’t see you taking care of her like you are me.” He runs his hand through his hair before sighing.

“You’re right. I should be takin’ care of her too,” he tells me. Something about the way he says it tells me he doesn’t really want to, or he doesn’t care if she’s as sore as I am. Nevertheless, I walk out of the room and down the hall to the main room, ready to find something to eat. I get a few whistles from the guys, and a few looks from the girls when Bunny comes up to me.

“How you feeling? I bet you’re starving,” she says.

“I am hungry. And I’m just … sore.”

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