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I cocked my head at her, very interested in what she was willing to tell me. “What did you see in that cabin with Jane?”

She swallowed hard, shaking her head like she didn’t want to admit it even to herself. “I…”

She crawled backward on all fours, desperate to get away from me, but this time, I got on the bed and went after her. “What did you see, Isla?”

“Nothing,” she said breathlessly.

With her legs spread, her pussy was on display for me, begging for me to take her. I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her underneath me, then straddled her body, caging her in.

“Are you trying to run from me, gorgeous?”

“Just trying to get away from that humongous ego chasing me.”

I smirked at her, grinding my dick against her. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to be inside her again. It was gonna be a long trip home with no way to pull over and sink my cock into her.

I grabbed her wrists and yanked them over her head. My lips skimmed hers until she finally relented, kissing me back. “Tell me what you saw in that cabin.”

She whimpered, slipping her tongue in my mouth as her wrists jerked in my hand. I was fucking desperate for her.

“Did you see a couple fucking?” I asked. My hand skimmed down her shirt, then yanked it up until her bare pussy was free. I shifted, giving myself full access. She cried out when my fingers touched her over-sensitized skin. Fuck, whatever she was watching got her really ramped up.

“Did you like watching it?” I slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly. “Was your pussy throbbing when you saw him bend her over and take her from behind?”

Her eyes flew open and her breath caught. “You?—”

“Baby, I fucking know everything,” I growled. “I saw how fucking interested you were, how you bit your lip when you saw something you liked. I saw how you clenched your thighs,” I murmured.

“H—how?”

“Don’t you know? I’m always watching,” I growled.

For a moment, she was caught off guard, but then her face cleared and her eyebrow cocked. “What are you going to do about it?”

That’s my girl.

“I’m about to fucking show you.”

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ISLA

Sighing,I tilted my head back into the warmth of the shower. Okay, I would admit it. IKE had helped me relax, and yes, I needed it. I didn’t want to acknowledge how badly I needed the escape, not when he was always so put together. Nothing was hard for him. He seemed to bounce back from everything.

We were locked in a shipping container for days on end, and when we were released from the hospital, he was back on the street, watching me from his car. As uncomfortable as that was, he didn’t let it stop him from doing anything. And I envied that. So, yeah, I wanted to prove that I didn’t need the break, that I didn’t need to forget about my shitty problems for a few days and just let him take over.

Why was I so willing to let IKE take over when I couldn’t with Kavanaugh? I bit my lip as I tried to figure that one out. I didn’t really have an answer. Maybe it was how each of them went about it to begin with. Did it really matter at this point? I wasn’t with Kavanaugh anymore. I was with IKE, and he was the one who brought me out of the slump I was sure to fall into if I had rushed into finding Shawn the moment we left the hospital.

I shut the water off when my skin began to prune. I couldn’t stand under the spray for another minute, not just because thewater was starting to cool, but because my legs hurt from all the ways IKE bent me over last night.

I heard my phone going off in the other room and almost ignored it, but Riley was the only one who would be calling and she hadn’t heard from me since I went on this crazy hunt for Shawn. I wrapped the towel around my body and rushed out to grab it.

“Before you yell at me?—”

“You were drugged? And I had to hear about it from Bowie after three days?” she yelled.

“I was incapacitated.”

“You better have been. Why didn’t your boy toy call me?”

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