Page 55 of Forbidden Hearts

But for some reason, they never follow me when I’m with Alonzo. I guess it’s too risky for Jacob. It could alert Alonzo that something is going on, so Jacob’s men always keep their distance when I’m with him. I like that.

Despite his true nature, I always feel safe with Alonzo, especially after the night he saved me from Liam. And it’s a big plus that he’s an excellent reaper repellant.

Lately, we have been spending more time at Alonzo’s place. Sex at his university office is fun and exciting, but sex at his cabin is a whole different experience. We get to be as loud as we want, which we usually are. It’s cathartic.

We have fucked all over his cabin that I’m starting to learn the place like the back of my hand. That’s why something felt immediately off when I visited him yesterday.

Something had changed, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t until we sat to eat one of his delicious meals that I realized Esmeralda’s paintings were gone. All her paintings had vanished from the walls, replaced by other paintings Alonzo had drawn—paintings of his cabin, the Texas wilderness, and animals that come to visit in the afternoons.

And here we are today, picnicking behind his cabin and painting together. It was his idea, which took me completely by surprise because we usually spend all our time making each other orgasm.

“Try this,” he says.

Before I can react, he feeds me a stuffed mushroom. My mouth waters at the explosion of flavors on my tongue. Alonzo looks at me expectantly.

“It’s delicious,” I say, chomping down the food.

A few days ago, I made a passing remark that I like stuffed mushrooms. That’s why he made some today. I usually buy them pre-made at the grocery store, but Alonzo decided he wanted to make them himself.

“Good,” Alonzo smiles.

He drinks his wine and looks at the deer. There’s something different about Alonzo. I have a strong feeling it has something to do with Esmeralda and the reason her paintings are gone, but I don’t feel comfortable enough asking him about it.

Something like that is probably very personal to him, and there is no reason to share it with somebody like me. I’m just his entertainment for the moment, a girl on his never ending list of flings. That realization hurts more than I care to admit, but it keeps me grounded in reality.

I need to find the money and get my mom and myself out of town. Screw Jacob. I’m putting my life on the line, so I’m keeping all the money for myself.

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After we finish our picnic snacks and most of the painting, we spread a thick blanket next to the picnic spread and lie down for a bit to relax, but a few minutes later, our clothes disappear, like they always seem to do when we’re together.

“Fuck,” Alonzo growls, scaring away the nearby deer. I ride him fast, taking him in as deep as I can, tightening around as much of his cock as humanly possible.

As I ride him, he sits up and licks and sucks my hard nipples and embraces me with his muscular arms. He works his way up my chest, leaving fiery trails of kisses on my chest and neck.

There is something definitely different about him. Usually, he comes pretty quickly, which I’m always flattered by, but this time he is taking his time. I already came twice, but he is holding back. Or maybe he isn’t as interested anymore…Perhaps he has already found someone else and is growing bored with me.

No. It can’t be that. We have been spending a lot of time together these past couple of weeks that there’s no way he could have time to be with somebody else. And he still initiates sex almost as soon as we’re alone. He says it all the time. He’s addicted to me.

Addicted. That’s more in line with how he feels right now. His arms are wrapped tightly around my body, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip from his grip. But that’s not going to happen. I’m having way too much fun to run away.

I wrap my own arms around him and rock my hips back and forth in rhythm with his body movements. There is glorious friction between my legs, with his cock driving in and out of me in fast strokes and his lower stomach rubbing against my clit. Mybody is on fire. I want nothing more than for him to consume me whole.

I bite into his hard torso, pricking at his thick flesh that is mostly muscle. He grunts in pleasure, so I continue a trail up to his neck, which I also nibble at. His whole body shudders.

He holds me tighter, driving himself faster and faster into me. Heat rises between my legs—hotter still than it was before, and the pressure builds up again. I’m ready to explode for a third time, which I didn’t know was possible. Within seconds, we’re both climaxing and shuddering against each other’s bodies.

“Fuck,” he grunts, resting his forehead on mine. We’re still sitting up, with me on top of him, embracing in each other’s arms.

“What happened?” I ask him between heavy breaths. “Why did you take so long to come?”

He sighs. “Because I was enjoying myself. I didn’t want this to end. If it was up to me, I would stay here like this with you forever.”

Despite the rollercoaster of physical and emotional feelings I experienced in the past hour, I still feel a flutter low in my stomach.

I feel the same way about him.

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