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I melt into him again at the words, feeling every emotion at a new and deeper level, which is ironic. Killian’s not exactly Mr. Chatterbox.

But as the tall, strong, and silent type, Killian sure can say a lot to me without uttering a single word. The more time I spend feeling him in and out of me, the longer I flex and the more I moan until I’m wheezing his name. I have to agree that this destiny business is pretty neat so far.

Details like my mom, our front door, the police, and whoever this Trap guy is—all that can wait until morning, as far as I’m concerned.

Killian’s energy for sex is as boundless as the rest of him, and I think I match him stroke for stroke, for the most part.

But after so many multiple quaking orgasms of my own, I’m wondering if maybe I’m doing something wrong. I’ve seen the deluxe suite from every angle humanly possible and can barely stop trembling before it feels like Killian’s convinced he’s satisfied me.

His breathing gets deeper, and although I thought it impossible, he swells to an even bigger size inside me, grinding out a low sound that triggers me to join him in one final, mind-blowing spasm of release.

His own pulsing climax inside me, feeling so deep, feeling every bit like he’s unlocked a new part of me, literally.

Collapsing into him like a weighted blanket, I know I could stay like this forever with him. Even in a cheap motel room.

Our breathing gradually slows, and he shows no signs of letting me out of his clutches for anything. I can’t remember ever feeling so content or safe. Every other guy out there wants to dump and run, but I know Killian isn’t like that.

What is he like? I guess time will tell.

CHAPTER 7

Killian

Every second I spent inside that place makes sense to me now. Everything had to be just right so we could be together. And not just for tonight.

The thought of leaving town to kill Trap makes me wince until I squeeze Allison closer, breathing her in for real this time. Knowing she’s mine. Knowing I’ve found everything I need.

She’s purring in a half-sleep in no time, my never-ending hardness still pressing into her, letting her know I’m always ready to please her all over again.

But I need to think. I hadn’t counted on everything going so well so quickly. This room, a seedy motel. It’s beneath her. Experience tells me it won't be long before someone comes knocking, though.

Trap… He always has a way of staying one step ahead of me. Bringing heat on me without even trying, it feels like. Not this time. And soon, he won’t be a problem for anyone.

“How did you come to be at my mom’s?” Allison asks sleepily, “And who is this Trap guy? Is it really worth getting into more trouble over?”

I let her shift so she can face me. Her clear eyes are wide and searching mine for a simple answer. I only wish it was simple.

“I got an unsupervised release, and Carol, your mom, put a room for rent.”

As for Trap, I don’t wanna talk about it. Not now. Preferably never. But I can see Allison wants to know more. Needs to know just what she’s getting herself with, if nothing else.

“I don't make a habit of knocking down doors and stealing cars,” I assure her, stroking her hair back behind her ear.

Although, my record might tell a different story.

“And this Trap guy? I just wanna know if he’s as wound up about getting you as you are getting him. How likely is he to turn up?”

“I can handle Trap.”

Allison’s look isn’t so sure. It’s the same sideways glance I got from the cops, and then the shrink’s whenever his name came up.

The equally guilty perp who never gets caught, never even seen, for Christ’s sake.

Puffing out a breath of resignation, I fill in some of the blanks for her, hoping it’s not enough to change her mind about how perfect all this is, how perfect it was until that damned fool’s name came up again.

“I don’t remember much growing up, but somewhere along the line, Trap and I fell in together. I was in state care before juvie, and it was like every time I got out, Trap and his schemes would land me right back in there… all the way to…”

Allison’s knotted brow and pouting lips stop me from saying it. I don’t even want to think it, let alone say it out loud.

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