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I smirk and return to her pussy. I lick her from top to bottom, and she squirms as I add a second finger, stretching her. She’s so tight, and I’m already imagining what it’s going to feel like when I’m finally inside her.

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck while I thrust my fingers in and out, and her breaths come faster. She’s close, and I’m loving it.

I curl my fingers, hitting that spot, and she lifts her hips off the bed, her back arching. She’s biting her lip so hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t broken the skin.

“Come for me,” I growl.

I suck her clit into my mouth and thrust my fingers deep, and she explodes. She clamps her thighs around my head as her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.

I keep pumping my fingers and flicking her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. When she finally comes down, I slowly remove my fingers and kiss her pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur. “You did so well.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers, her chest heaving.

“How was it?” I ask, kissing her inner thigh.

“Amazing,” she breathes. “I never knew it would be like that.”

“I’m glad I could be the one to show you,” I reply, and it strikes me how much I actually mean it.

Somehow, the idea of any other man touching her, making her come, makes me want to rip someone’s throat out.

I don’t understand it. I don’t want to think about it. This is just a physical attraction, a mutual need. Nothing more.

Chapter 14 - Jane

For the past week, I’ve been doing everything I can to avoid Reiner. It’s not easy, considering we’re living together, but I’ve managed. I pop into the bedroom every so often to check on him, bring him food, and make sure he’s taking his meds, but I’ve avoided being alone with him.

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy what happened between us. I did. More than I should have. When I fell back asleep, I had another dream about him, but this one wasn’t about sex. My mind had conjured up this grand illusion of us being a real couple. We were happy and in love, and we were getting married.

The idea of it terrifies me. I’m not a stupid girl. I know there’s no way a guy like Reiner could ever fall for a girl like me. Sure, he went down on me and kissed me a couple of times, but let’s be real. He’s trying damn hard to convince everyone in this town that we’re in a relationship, which means he can’t exactly go around hooking up with random girls.

I was there, and I was willing. So, he took advantage of the situation. That’s all it was.

It didn’t mean anything.

There’s no point in indulging in this fantasy that there could be something real between us. I’d only be setting myself up for heartbreak. And that’s why every night after he falls asleep, I’ve been sneaking out of bed and moving to the couch. Because I don’t trust myself. All it would take is one look, one touch, and I’d be putty in his hands.

He’s asked me about it a couple of times, about why I’m not hanging out or sleeping in the room with him. I’m not proud to admit I’ve been gaslighting him. I’ve told him more thanonce that he’s imagining things, that when he’s woken up in the middle of the night, I was just in the bathroom and have been getting up early. I’m busy, I tell him, but we both know that’s not true.

So, this morning when I really am in the bathroom and I hear the front door open and then close, I’m not sure if I should be relieved or worried.

I take my time in the shower, and when I walk out of the bathroom, the house is quiet. Aunt Gwen and Uncle Richard have gone into town, but Reiner is supposed to be resting, per Healer Clara’s orders.

I poke my head into the bedroom, and the bed is empty.

“Reiner?”

Silence.

I check the kitchen and the living room, but he’s not here.

“Dammit,” I mutter, grabbing my phone and calling him. It rings twice before it goes to voicemail.

I call again, and it goes to voicemail.

I try a third time, and the same thing happens.

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