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The words are barely out of his mouth when he comes hard. With three circles of his thumb, I tumble off the cliff behind him, my insides spasming as he gives me all of him, every last drop.

Chapter 35

Finn

A week later, I have a new lease on life.

Sure, I have multiple stab wounds, a fucked-up right arm, and months of physical therapy ahead of me, but so far, I’ve gotten to spend several glorious, wonderful days alone with the woman of my dreams pampering me.

Every time she comes near she kisses me, whether she’s delivering pain meds or passing by on her way to the kitchen. My suite looks amazing with Riley in it.

With my arm bulky, stiff, and sore since the medical team patched me up, I still can’t even sit up without getting dizzy. What a cruel prank. As soon as I begin to feel lust again for the first time inyears, as soon as I fall in love, I’m benched with all these injuries.

So far, I’ve tempted Riley into more sexual interactions than are probably good for a man in my condition.

By Friday afternoon, Riley is wise to my tricks. She’s more careful around me, expecting mischief.

My uninjured arm curves around her waist as she replaces bandages on my cheek and forehead. “Cigarette, please.”

“No cigarettes for the patient.”

“Suck my cock, then.”

Her eyes slide to mine, churning and conflicted.

I’ve resulted to open dirty talk in order to get a rise out of her. Shocking Riley always entertains. Her forehead crinkles when she’s surprised. But since getting discharged from the medical center, my verbal advances generate the opposite effect.

All my suggestions twist the mood into something grave and gloomy, and Riley’s expression goes blank…blunt. She leans in to kiss me, and without a word, she does whatever I’ve said. Like a robot.

Today, her gaze lowers to my mouth before she presses her lips to mine. Riley’s kisses are all so bittersweet these days…

After that, she goes for my cock.

If her strange behavior didn’t turn me on so much, I’d be more concerned. Riley’s anything but a pushover…

But I also know she’s on the edge, her nerves amped by her fear for Harper. When she sleeps, her sister’s name slips from her mouth as she tosses. She doesn’t want me to see the weight of her fear. That’s obvious in the way she keeps herself as busy as possible, running errands, catering to my sweet tooth, delivering updates to my friends, and bringing messages from them to me.

Also seems like her attraction to me is at an all-time high. Maybe it’s her relief that Enzo didn’t do me in, or maybe it’s because we’ve been holed up in here together with nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no one to answer to, twenty-four seven, all week. I know I’m enjoying it, circumstances being what they are.

But there’s something eating away at Riley, more than her worry for her sister. Her concern for Harper wouldn’t infuse her kisses with bitterness. There’s desperation in the way she cherishes me. She steals kisses from my lips as though she’d yearned for each and every one.

Maybe she’s asking herself the same question I’ve been asking me.

How long can this temporary heaven last?

A few days before they moved me back to my suite, Shane came to see me and took the liberty of embarrassing the fuck out of me.

“So, you fell for her.” His expression was entirely too pleased. “What’s next? Are you going to make this thing between you the real deal?”

The real deal…

My eyes drift over to Riley, who’s sorting my medications.

What if my life was like this all the time?

If when I looked over, Riley was always there?

The prospect makes a gooey, giddy feeling drip through my chest before anxiety pinches my gut.

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