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This room has a large log four-poster bed taking center stage. I’m so focused on it that I don’t notice anything else until Dylan steps into my view.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t there yet,” he says. “Here.” He hands me one of his shirts and points toward the bathroom.

I move on sluggish legs, the bed still on my mind.

Dylan

Iwatch her until she closes the door, then step into my closet. I strip off the flannel and my belt to get comfortable. I know she needs more time, and I’m not going to rush her. I’m just glad she’s here with my boys and not running for cover.

I head to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water for her and a beer for myself. I’m hoping to talk her into staying the night instead of returning to the compound.

As I glance around my home, I wonder if she’ll like it. I bought this place for us. I changed the trajectory of my career to be closer to her, to build a life with her. She is still so skittish, but I’m glad she’s giving me a chance.

Tonight, at dinner, I enjoyed getting to know her. She talked about the time before and after her abduction, avoiding the ordeal itself. I’ve read the official reports, and I know just how brutal it was. When I became interested in her, Riddler and Jinx tried to scare me off. I get it—they’re protective of her. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay.

I was there when Jinx confessed that she almost killed Pierre because of how destroyed Minuet was when they rescued her. That my girl would bear the emotional and physical scars forever.

I’ve seen the pictures that were turned over to the police in Kentucky. They still don’t know how she ended up there. Her captors kept switching vehicles, and no one ever caught a glimpse of her. Now that we know she was kept in a box, it all makes sense—how they managed to move her around undetected. I’ve noticed that she doesn’t like small spaces or feeling confined, and I completely understand why.

“I have to watch the kids tomorrow during the press conference.” Her soft voice breaks me from my dark thoughts.

I turn and nearly swallow my tongue. She’s bare-legged and standing there in just my T-shirt. Her blond hair is down around her shoulders, and she’s sexy as fuck. My boys are on each side of her, protecting her, and that’s what I wanted from them. I want her to trust them and use them for support. I want her to know she is as safe here as she is at the clubhouse and compound.

My legs move without even thinking about it, and I’m in front of her. I guide her over to the sofa and sit her down, covering her bare legs with a blanket once I have her settled. Then I start a fire. If I sat with her right this minute, she would be straddling my lap, and I’d be pushing her to do more.

I plan on kissing her all night long though, so I need a moment to gather myself and my strength.

When I finally fall asleep, she’s pressed against my body, and I have my arm around her. I got both of us off again by dry humping. I can’t wait until she lets me touch her. I fall asleep, feeling at peace. After she passed out from her orgasm, I cleaned myself up and changed into a pair of basketball shorts.

“Please.” I hear her whimper.

I come awake and flip on the bedside lamp. Minuet is writhing on the bed. Her legs moving around under the blanket. She has one hand beneath the covers, and I flip them back to discover her little hand working her clit in her sleep. I’m fucking lost to the view in front of me as a wet spot forms on her white silky thong.

“Wake up, baby doll,” I say softly, not wanting to startle her, but I need her awake for what I’m going to do.

Her eyes flip open, and I watch as a blush slides down her neck, disappearing beneath the collar of the shirt.

“You need a release?” My words are gruff as I’m hanging on by a thread. I can smell her desire, and I need a taste. My mouth waters for it. She nods, but I need the words. “Say it,” I order her, and her blush deepens.

“Please get me off again.”

“Can I—” I swallow, clearing the extra saliva from my mouth. “Can I touch you?” I need to touch her. I need so much more.

“Please,” she begs as she opens her legs.

I slide down the bed and pull her panties to the side. Her clean-shaven pussy is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I glide a finger through her damp folds, collecting her essence, and then suck off my digit. She shivers.

“More, please,” she whines, and I snap.

I wrench the thong from her body and fall on her. I try to be gentle as I lap at her. She moans and writhes around, so I give her more of myself, opening her up with my fingers as I kiss her pussy like I do her mouth. My tongue slides into her core and fucks her. My shoulders hold her open, but I want more.

I push her legs up, opening her further, and dive deep. She’s thrashing around, and I’m pressing my aching cock into the bed. I move from her entrance to her clit. As I suck it deep, I push a finger into her tight hole.

“Yes. Yes, Dylan,” she cries out my name, and I feel ten feet tall.

She drives her hands into my hair and holds me to her core. I start humping the bed as I move my finger in and out of her. She screams and comes, her body shuddering. I lap her up as I slip a second finger inside her, opening her up more, preparing her, so that my cock won’t hurt her when I finally take her.

I build her up again, over and over. When she comes for a third time, I have three fingers pumping in and out of her, and I come in my shorts.

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