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It's primitive, being taken like this. Like I shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. My face is hot, my insides clenching with desire. His teeth clamp onto the muscle between my neck and shoulder in a love bite. His fingers massage my swollen clit, somehow knowing the exact pressure and rhythm I need.

“Jack!”

I shudder hard, my body squeezing powerfully around his as I climax. I bury my face in the pillow to stifle my sharp cries, lost in the pulsing intensity of heated bliss. My orgasm triggers his release. He pushes deep and holds with a guttural groan as he spills inside me.

We relax together slowly, still joined as the deep twitches and aftershocks of pleasure slowly fade.

Eventually, Jack eases us onto our sides, tugging me against him. I sigh and purr like a contented cat as his hands coast over my tired limbs.

“I think I begged near the end,” I admit.

Jack presses a soft laugh against the side of my throat and kisses my flushed skin. “Pretty sure that was me.”

The oven timer beeps, cutting through our quiet moment, and I laugh. “Dinner’s ready.”

Chapter 12

Jack

“Why don’t you take a quick shower while I get everything ready?” Holly suggests as she emerges from the bathroom. Her hair is damp, clinging to her neck, and her cheeks are flushed from the warmth of the steam. She looks radiant, even with her slight limp betraying how much effort it takes to stand.

“Like hell you will,” I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “You’re barely able to stand, Holly.”

She smirks, her gaze falling on my now-flaccid cock. Her lips curve into a mischievous smile that does something to me every damn time.“True, but not because of my leg.”

Laughter huffs up from my chest. How does she manage to do that? Pull laughter from me so unexpectedly, even when I’m worried about her?

“I’m fine,” she insists as she tugs on her clothes, covering the beautiful curves I’ll never tire of admiring. “Seriously, Jack. Let me do this.”

I hesitate, my jaw tightening. She’s been through so much, and the idea of her pushing herself too hard doesn’t sit right with me.But her determination is fierce, and I know better than to argue when she sets her mind to something. With a resigned sigh, I relent. “If you fall, I’m carrying you back to bed. No arguments.”

“Like that’s a punishment.” She beams, her grin lighting up the room as she limps slightly toward the door. “Deal.”

Her resolve makes me smile, even as I keep a wary eye on her retreating form. After a quick shower, the hot water working wonders to loosen the tension in my shoulders, I throw on a clean T-shirt and sweatpants and make my way to the kitchen. The savory aroma of the casserole fills the cabin, a warm, comforting smell that feels like a reminder of normalcy amidst all the chaos we’ve endured.

Holly stands at the counter, pulling the casserole dish from the oven, her movements slow but steady. She sets it down with a small huff of pride, her face glowing from the effort.

“It’s not much,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me with a shy smile, “but I prepared it, which is an achievement in itself.”

I move behind her, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her gently against me. The feel of her body against mine soothes me every time. “You know I’ll eat anything you give me, Hollyberry,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Hah! You certainly did a good job earlier, eating my?—”

I cut her off with a kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth to taste her again. The sound she makes—a soft moan that vibrates against my chest—sends a rush of heat through me. She clutches at my arms, her fingers digging in slightly as if I’m the only thing keeping her upright.

“No fair,” she says breathlessly when I finally pull back, her lips swollen and her eyes hazy with desire. “Using my weakness against me. And to be clear, my weakness is you.”

I grin, my hands still firm on her hips. “All’s fair, Hollyberry. Especially when you say things like that and expect me not to react.”

She swats my chest, though there’s no real force behind it. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” I counter, my voice low as I rest my forehead against hers.

“I do,” she admits, her smile soft, her cheeks flushed.

The honesty in her eyes strikes something deep inside me, making my chest tighten with a love I’m still learning how to navigate.

Before I can respond, Holly slips out of my grasp, her steps slightly uneven as she reaches for the serving spoon. I resist the urge to hover, sitting at the table and watching instead as she dishes up two plates with a sense of accomplishment that makes my heart swell.

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