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“Yes, please,” she pants.

“Fuck,” I groan, twisting her clit between my fingers as I orgasm. Her walls close around my feverish dick and I swear my eyes roll back as I collapse on top of her.

“Wow,” she sighs and I silently agree, laying my head against her pillowy breasts.

Wow…indeed.

Penny

Later after we stumbled to my room and did it again, Oliver rolls over and stares at the ceiling. My stomach sinks to my toes and preparing for the brush off, I pull the covers to my chest as he says quietly, “I tried to get her to leave. She wouldn’t do it. I tried, Penny…”

“What do you mean?” I ask. He’s laying with one hand above his head, and I eye his fingers as he balls them into a fist.

“That night,” he says. “I found her. I confronted her but it was too late, playpen. She was too far gone.”

With a shiver, I wipe a tear from my eye. What Dixie did was her choice, and I can’t blame anyone but her for her actions. Much like I have to accept responsibility for my own.

This doesn’t mean Oliver is off the hook though.

“Where were you for those six weeks, Oliver?”

With a sigh, he rolls into me. “I spent six weeks tracking down as many of those fuckers as possible. None of it came to much, except a bunch of sick shit’s living out their dreams online.”

“Oh.”

“Whatever you believe, little one, you have to believe that I wouldn’t hurt you…not like that.”

He glances down and staring into his pretty green eyes, I raise a brow. “Then or now? Because you’ve hurt me plenty.”

His eyes flash and I sit up, grabbing my shirt but before I can pull it over my bare skin as though that will hide my vulnerability, he presses me to the mattress and says, “I am who I am. I fucked up, I know it. All I’m saying is, I would do anything not to hurt you.”

“Even stay away?” I whisper and he frowns, looking away.

I’m not sure what I want him to say but I exhale quietly when he finally says, “If that’s what you want. Fuck Penny, when I think about what could have happened to you.”

His words remind me of my earlier discovery, and I bite my lip. When he groans and rubs his erection against me, I gasp.

“Fuck, little one, that mouth. You’re an easy distraction to have but I see something brewing behind those eyes. I can’t help you if you don't tell me.”

Searching his stern expression, I finally say, “Are you…? Trying to help me because it feels like you’re one step ahead and god knows what you’re doing with whatever you learn.”

He moves to sit up and I laugh bitterly, pausing when he presses against me to say, “It's better that you don't know. The less you know the better. This is more dangerous than you can imagine Penny.”

“For you?” I rasp and he sighs. In that sigh, I hear something I’ve never heard before, weariness and maybe even a little bit of fear.

My heart clenches at the thought and I blurt, “I found the boat.”

“What boat?” he growls, and I push against his chest. When he sits up, I follow, crossing my arms over my naked breasts.

His mouth quirks but any possible arousal fades when I say, “Charming Charlie.”

Oliver sucks in a breath and I smile bitterly. For once I know something he doesn’t, but it brings me no victory. Nothing about this fucked up situation does.

“Where?” he demands.

“Only if you take me with you.”

“Playpen—“

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