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“Is there?” He snorts again.

Something about his attitude irks me, so I ease him back onto the floor and swiftly pin him under me so we’re nose to nose. “I mean it. There’s no getting rid of me now. Not when I finally have what I want. You’remine, baby.”

“Sounds like someone’s fallen in love,” he says with a smirk.

“No. You fucking came along and tripped me.”

I claim his lips in a kiss again, savoring the sound of him moaning into my mouth. Seems like now that I know who he is, he’s not bothering to hold back. Neither am I. With him right where I want him, I kiss down his neck and leave a trail of marks, all while slowly grinding my hips into his so our cocks brush. He reacts better to the friction than he ever has to being touched, but I still pull that sweet, tortured sound out of him.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

Yep. Perfect. Almost as if he were made for me.

Chapter twenty-one

Cas

Itell myself the night is young. There is still time. I can change my mind. Never before have I felt the need to talk myself into what I think I want. Now all I need to do is admit to myself what I want has changed.

Going on that first date with Will is a mistake I can’t take back. I know—hindsight and all that. For some reason, I convince myself that because I’m not normal, I really can get someone out of my system. And for the past few weeks, all I’ve been thinking about is meeting Will so he can dick me down. Once that happens, I’ll be able to decide if it wasn’t so great that I need to keep him around, or that once is enough for me. And I am incredibly wrong about both.

Twelve hours after bringing him home, and we’ve done little more than have sex repeatedly then sleep, only to wake and start all over again. We haven’t even left the fort, but sleeping on the floor isn’t bad at all with the thin mattress and thick blankets beneath us. I still don’t think I can pry myself upright after lying down for so long. My body feels as if moss and grass have grownover me and I don’t have the strength to rip up the roots of the overgrowth just so I can move. I am sore, and exhausted, and I tell myself those two things are what’s kept Will alive. I can’t be bothered to do anything more than lie here right now.

“I have the whole day off,” Will whispers before planting a kiss on my temple. His fingers curl at the lowest point of my back, then he smirks when I groan and sink further down next to him.

“I should get up though,” I grumble.

“Should. Not must,” he teases.

Will’s right. I check the bees twice a day, literally just walk the property and look for any potential problems around the hives. And this time of year, I make sure everyone has fresh water and something to eat, just in case. The bees aren’t going to know or care if I go out later, and really, I’m a lot more attentive than necessary. Most hives can go up to two weeks without any human interference.

“How about a compromise, hmm?” Will rolls and takes one of my hands in his. “We get up. We bathe. I’ll feed you. You get to feel productive.”

“How is that a compromise?”

“After that, you’re allmine.”

I roll my eyes, but he’s managed to make me smile. Which is weird, because normally that’s a practiced gesture, but I don’t even have to think about it this time. So much falls into place naturally with Will and I don’t get it.

Will’s unabashedly staring at my cock while his hand glides down the trail of hair below my navel. Try as I may, I end up twitching and he stops, stroking upward to my abs instead.

“You really don’t like that, huh?” Will mumbles. He’s watching me but also seems to be deep in thought while speaking.

“Not really, no.”

“Why?”

I shrug, since I can’t really say. Maybe I’ve got fucked-up nerve endings, or it’s something psychological, or I’m truly abnormal in every sense.

“You really like being touched, though.” He runs a hand through my hair as if to prove his point and fuck him, because I move my head to follow the path of his hand as he does. “And you definitely enjoy friction on your cock. I bet you’d get off from a good frot.”

“Maybe.” I won’t hold my breath, but he’s made miracles happen before.

“What don’t you like about it?”

“It’s… you know how sometimes a light touch is pleasant, and other times it tickles and makes you shiver? It’s like that, only I get the overstimulated feeling most of the time. And it doesn’t bother me when I’m doing the touching because it’s more like trying to tickle myself. The downside being, it doesn’t often feel good enough to orgasm, either. I’ve got to be really turned on, preferably fucking something. Or someone. Still no guarantee.”

“Mmmmmm, then you must’ve been extremely turned on last night.”

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