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He doesn’t even look or sound out of breath. Holy fuck, why am I so turned on? Seeing my parted lips and wide eyes as I pant, he wraps his large hand around my throat, telegraphing the move, so I can safeword if needed.

Instead, I raise my chin so it’s the perfect necklace, walking back with him until my spine hits the wall. At least I won’t lose this one.

“Did watching that make you wet, baby?” Jack growls in my ear as my thighs rub together, his hand tightening enough to ensure he has my attention.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Jack…”

“Dolly, I swear to fucking God if you say anything else, the first time your blood stains my dick will be up against this wall. I have so many fun plans for you, but fucking you in this apartment isn’t one of them.”

“That’s just no fun,” I breathe, whimpering as his erection digs against my stomach.

“Are you telling me you want to be my dirty little slut?” he asks, pressing what could be trauma buttons. Jack’s mismatched green and blue eyes are blown wide with desire, and he’s watching me carefully.

“I want to be your everything,” I confess, and he rewards me with a kiss that makes me want to climb him like a tree.

“Good answer. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he murmurs. “We’ve had quite the adventure as it is.”

His hand drags down my body, snagging my laptop to tuck it under his arm as he escorts me from the room. I force myself not to look at anything else, though I catch a glimpse of the girl they’re fucking.

Her eyes are glazed over, and I realize she’s also high.

Belmont is where dreams come to die for most people. I’m ready to get out of here.

“Take me home,” I say softly, leaving with Jack, but not bothering to relock the door. I keep the key with me, because my fingerprints are on it, and say goodbye to my old life.

Things will be different now. They have to be.

Chapter Seventeen

Jack

Iwanted so badly to lose myself in Dahlia’s scent, her body, and fuck her last night. The only thing that stopped me is that I want to take my time with her.

“I’m driving you to work today, Bee,” I grunt, yawning as I mainline coffee like it’s my job. Dolly and I got in late, and then it took me a while to wind down after I took a shower. Fuck me, I can’t believe that asshole came all over her bedsheets and then urinated on her clothes after he cut them up.

Although, it could have been a group effort. Those men are disgusting. Belmont is filled with people who are legitimately struggling, but her roommates enjoyed hurting my girl. I hope Frankie can’t get an erection ever again and he pisses funny for the rest of his life.

“Are you feeling protective today, Jack?” Bee asks knowingly. She knows me better than she thinks, which makes sense since we’ve been living together for the past four years.

“Something like that,” I mutter. “Dolly’s apartment situation was a lot worse than she said. They jerked off onto her bed and pissed on whatever clothes she had. I may have shoved my stun gun in her roommate’s dick.”

“I hope he can’t piss right ever again,” Bee says immediately, making me smirk as I finish off my coffee. “I need to take her shopping for clothes, and a part of me is glad I have an excuse. On the other hand, that’s fucking disgusting. Can you imagine if she went home alone?”

“It was one of my first thoughts when I saw it,” I admit. “The area is rough. We walked there after she talked to her previous boss, and I can’t believe she walked it alone after work each night. Dolly is a tough cookie. So yes, I’m feeling pretty protective right now.”

Bee finishes her toast with a nod, and picks up the thermos filled with coffee that I made her. “I’ll allow it,” she teases me easily, winking.

God, I really have been an idiot when it comes to her. “I haven’t said it, but I love you,” I tell her, tugging her into the kitchen with me. “I’ve been an asshole over the last four years.”

“And I’ve been really fucking broken,” she says. “The hardest thing has been not wanting to get invested, to fall in love with you. The push and pull has been really confusing.”

“I haven’t had a relationship since college.” I sigh, pulling her into my arms. “As self aware as I try to be, I’ve felt as if I’ve been trapped underwater. Everything feels both muted and sharp, and Dahlia felt farther and farther away. It hurt so much, so I tried to convince myself that if she wanted to find us, she would.”

“You’re hiding us a lot better than you’ve been pretending to yourself,” Bee says, amused. “We were both hurting enough to believe she could find us.”

Nodding, I nudge her out the door and down to the garage to the truck. There is something else I want to talk about with her too. As I drive out of the parking lot and through the streets, she gives me a sidelong glance.

It’s about six-thirty in the morning, and I plan to swing by the office and then go home to nap.

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