Page 62 of Smolder

He smirked. “Then, I need to fix that.”

He withdrew just until the tip was the only thing inside me before he plunged back into me. This time, he didn’t pause, but grabbed my hip with one hand, holding me down while pumping into me even harder.

“I want you to feel where I’ve been,” he panted. “Know who took this tight little cunt and stretched it.”

He bent down and licked at one of my nipples, then bit it. “You make me fucking crazy. First, it was those eyes and lips. Now, this tiny little hole. Letting me break it.”

The tingle built until I was desperate. His dirty words were pushing me into a frenzied delirium. That, and the rough way he was handling me and the possessive way he was looking at me. Like I was his and he’d kill anyone who tried to take me away.

“Oh God,” I cried as I felt the teasing pulse.

“That’s it. Let me feel that pussy come.”

I clawed at the covers beneath me as the crest hit, and euphoria seized me, holding me there while Amory shouted and jerked. The warmth of his release shot out, spraying across my stomach and breasts.

He stared down at his cum covering my body, as if the sight held him transfixed. When he finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, there was a worshipful expression as he looked at me. As if he’d found something he hadn’t expected but cherished it. That couldn’t be what he was thinking, but I felt … special. He made me feel that way.

•Twenty-Four •

“That was my first lie.”

Royal

This wasn’t Florida.

I stood on the stairs of the plane as a coat was placed over my shoulders. Glancing down at it, I realized it was cold.

Where were we? How long had I been asleep, wrapped up in Amory’s arms?

“Go on down,” he said behind me.

I did as he’d told me to, only because I was sure there was an explanation. Maybe my dad had gotten in another semi and headed north. I’d been asleep and not known when he got the message. He came up behind me and placed his hand on my back, then pressed me forward as he started walking us toward a Hummer. Mountains surrounded us, and there was no airport or even a building. Just a long landing strip.

What was going on? Why would my dad come … here—wherever here was—and where had this Hummer come from?

Amory opened the passenger door and then picked me up to place me inside.

I stared at him questioningly. Was he going to tell me where we were?

He closed the door, then headed around the front to the driver’s side.

I’d woken up with a blissful warmth radiating through me. I had never woken up in anyone’s arms. It was an experience I hadn’t wanted to leave so soon. That moment was fading fast.

In its place was a creeping dread—or perhapsforebodingwas a better description. The seconds that ticked by without Amory explaining to me what was going on, the more it crept in.

Had something happened to my dad? Did Amory not want to tell me?

The second he closed the door, I blurted out, “What is going on?”

He started the engine, barely glancing at me, but didn’t say anything. This was bad. He didn’t want to tell me.

My hands fisted in my lap. Was it Grams? No, we wouldn’t be here. Wherever here was.

The Hummer began to drive away from the plane, but the road that appeared wasn’t paved. It was a rocky dirt path. That was all I could see up ahead. Just the wild open. I’d never been to Alaska, but this was how I pictured it. This couldn’t be Alaska though. My father wouldn’t be here.

“Amory, why are we here? Where is here? Where is my dad?”

He glanced over at me again. “I can’t tell you where we are.”

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