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There’s a quiet that stretches long, and then Nevaeh flips the comforter and pats the mattress. “You can have this side. Don’t be poking me in the ass with your dick in the middle of the night.”

My lips twitch as I bend to unlace my boots. “My bed. My dick goes where it wants.” I peel off my clothes and drop them in the hamper.

“You’ve been warned.” Nevaeh flounces to her side, and I climb in next to her. “Are you wearing underwear?” she asks.

“Nope.”

She harrumphs and rolls onto her belly, tucking her arms underneath her. I smile in the dark, remembering. She’s a stomach sleeper. I rest my hand on the small of her back, and she sighs, already dozing off.

There’s a sharp ache in my chest and an uneasiness. Five. It was a quick answer. Certain.

Had the unmistakable ring of bullshit to it.

There’s also the warm scent of woman, and the soft sound of her slow breathing as she resettles herself to line up her side and mine.

I think I’ve been asking the wrong questions.

Why was she so upset when she heard about the accident?

Why did she stay when Heavy offered her an easy way out?

Why is this the most at peace I’ve felt since she the last time she was in my bed, stealing the covers and babbling away?

And how do you get Nevaeh Ellis to tell the truth?

8

NEVAEH

When I wake up, I’m surrounded by Forty Nowicki. His hard dick is poking the small of my back, his arms are wound tight around me, and a muscular leg is thrown over mine.

His chest is hot against my back. My head is tucked under his chin.

There’s so much sensation. The weight of him. His earthy smell. The quiet sound of his breathing. And all the memories of waking up here in the dead of the night, in a room much smaller and danker than this, climbing on him, riding him until we both cum and pass out.

It’s not quite sunrise. The room is growing gray. The hall outside is finally silent.

Suddenly, Forty draws in a sharp breath and sits straight up. I shriek. His alarm clock goes off. He slams his hand down, and it stops.

My heart is in my throat.

“What was that?”

“Time to go.”

He’s already swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Somehow, I feel foggier now than when I woke up. I rub my eyes, and he’s already in the bathroom.

“Be ready to go when I get out,” he calls over the flush of a toilet. “We need to be on the road in thirty.”

We? Road? Thirty? What is he talking about?

I struggle out of the sheets and pad into the bathroom. Steam is filling the room, and he’s already hidden behind the glass door of the shower. I slip my panties down and pee.

“Are we going somewhere?”

“Yup.”

“Where?” These panties are not fresh enough to put back on. I kick them into a corner.

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