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She’s got my jizz seeping through the fabric to coat her pussy.

I squeeze my eyes closed tight as my dick comes back to life with a vengeance.

Shit!

Carefully, I pull her over onto our sides. Her hold isn’t iron clad and I manage to detach myself.

I practically run from her room like the criminal I am. I dart into my room and yank my shorts off. Use it to clean the evidence of my crime and swap them for clean boxers before returning.

Mira immediately wiggles into my side when I climb in next to her. A content baby testing my sanity, still, I drag her closer and kiss the top of her head.

We have a lot to discuss once you wake up,I think, closing my eyes at last.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MIRA

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Daniel’s stiff, girthy erection stirs me awake. It’s an unforgiving force wedged against my mound, a hot bulge burning through the thin material of my oddly damp panties and his boxers to tease my swollen clit. Its heavy length tempts me to rub, to rock my core along his impressive shaft. To rock until I shudder and release the way I do humping my pillow.

Daniel would be better than a pillow. He has hands to grab and guide me. He has lips he can run up my neck, close around my nipples. He’d hold me against the hard contours of his chest as I leave my marks up his back with my nails.

Currently, he’s asleep, oblivious to the war roaring out of control through me as I debate my choices.

I’m wrapped around him with one leg hooked over his hip. My arm is latched around his neck and we’re chest to chest, crotch to crotch. His arms are protective bands around my torso.

I never feel safer than I do when I wake up like this. Cocooned in his chest, guarded from the world, nothing can hurt me. He makes living bearable, especially when he breaks a door down to get to me.

Fuck, that had been hot. In the moment, when I’d opened my eyes to darkness, the bed next to me an ocean of cold sheets, waking up alone had terrified me. Every other time, coming out of a nightmare, he’d been there. Without fail.

Every. Time.

This time, I’d been alone. Alone with the image of Daniel broken and bloody across an unforgiving highway, gettingcrushed and mangled by speeding vehicles that refused to stop while I tried desperately to get to him but ... no one would stop. They kept going faster. Hitting him from all sides. Rolling over him.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the nausea and tears back. I catch my breath in my chest, containing the sob I can feel expanding like a bomb in the cage of my ribs.

For those horrific seconds, I believed he was dead. He was gone and I was back in a world where he was no more because Daniel was always in bed with me. Always. And he wasn’t so he was dead, and I was ready to lose my fucking mind, to collapse entirely into the void of madness when I heard him. Heard the slam of his fist against the door and I remembered I locked it out of sheer, stupid pettiness.

I scrambled off the sweat soaked mattress and started running to let him in, part of me convinced this was part of the dream where I would find myself back on the side of the highway, reliving the scene, but he broke down the door.

He’d charged in like he was ready to fight the nightmares with his bare hands. I will never forget the fury and madness in his eyes when they swept over the room and finally settled on me.

I couldn’t get into his arms fast enough. I couldn’t hold him any tighter. I needed him fused into my body, a permanent limb I could protect. Where no one could take him from me.

“Awake, baby?”

Daniel’s quiet murmur rumbles down the center of both our bodies. It tickles the hairs at my temple where his lips brush the words.

I nod because I know my voice will betray the emotions tight in my throat.

Daniel’s big, strong hands brush up and along the arch of my spine. It lifts the back of my top over the curve of my backside, exposing the skin to the morning chill.

I shiver, but the tremor doesn’t last for a second when his hand is in my hair. Fisting in the strands. My yelp of pain is silenced with the buck and twist of his powerful body shoving me over and under.

I’m pinned beneath him with my hair caught in his fingers and my thighs full of his hips. My arms are trapped between us, useless. I can’t breathe and it has nothing to do with him crushing me into the mattress with all that beautiful flesh and muscle.

His mouth is inches from mine.

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