Page 130 of Unwrapping Deviance

I like smelling my body wash on her skin.

I like knowing my cum is slowly leaking from inside her.

I like that her response to finding my tongue deep in her pussy was to keep licking her.

I like the idea of coming home to her. Dropping my bags and scooping her up into my arms and breathing her in.

I fucking love the idea of spending the next sixty years of my life with her.

“Ninety,” I promise.

It’s sealed with a slow, lingering lock of lips that has me dragging her higher in my lap. The sheets slip to our waist, and I trail my promise down her throat, across her chest. I seal it with every thrust of my hips as I take her all over again.

“Did I wake you earlier?” Mira asks several minutes later as we lie in a twisted loop of arms and legs across her bed. “When I had my nightmare ... were you sleeping?”

I have to really dig deep to remember why I was in her room in the first place. I curse realizing how much time I’d lost, but I regret nothing.

“I was ... am leaving.”

I realize my mistake when her head jerks off my shoulder and her eyes go wide.

“Leaving?”

“No!” I cut her off sharply before she can get the wrong idea. “I’m going to Mayfield. I need to grab a few things. I didn’t want to leave without telling you.”

The taut lines of her shoulders soften with my explanation. “Will you take Daniel’s truck? Please?” I realize she’s not asking if I’m considering it. She’s asking that I do. “I know I’m not supposed to mention theyou know what,but...” she offers a shaky smile that immediately slips. “I’ll lose my mind wondering if you’re okay. Mayfield is so far and...”

I drag my broken little brat under me. I kiss her because it’s already been several minutes, and I’m worried I’ll forget what she tastes like.

But I’ve never, not since Mom died, had anyone care about me. Sure, Daniel, but he’s my twin. He has no choice. Anyone else? Never.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about that.

“Come with me,” I blurt against the downy temptation of her lips.

Her fingertips ghost my jaw. It’s not coaxing, but hesitant. “I want to, but I can’t leave Daniel here alone.”

That freezes me.

Three days in this hellhole and Mira knows Jefferson better than most people who live here. Three days and she knows to be afraid.

I suddenly don’t want to leave either because I can’t leave her here. I know Daniel would die before letting anything hurt her, but if I take the truck, what if they need it?

“We’ll be okay.” She touches the side of my face. Actually presses her whole palm into my cheek and I relish the contact. “Go do what you need to do and come back, okay?”

The way she asks me to return, like she’s not sure she’s allowed to crushes something in my chest.

“Promise,” I say, meaning it. One way or another, whatever I have to do, I will come back home to her. “I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone.”

She gives me a smile tipped in shadows and uncertainty. I don’t know if she’s worried about my leaving or trying not to say anything she thinks I don’t want to hear, but I kiss her harder, fold her deeper into my chest. I don’t stop until she has her fingers in my hair.

Better. Not enough, but better.

“Are you going back to sleep?” I ask her as I draw back to pull my clothes on. “It’s still pretty early.”

Mira shakes her head, a tiny, rumpled figure swaddled in sheets, sitting in the center of the bed. “I think I’m going to lie here for a bit then maybe start breakfast.”

I make the decision before I can second guess myself. I scoop Mira up into my arms, sheets and all.

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