Page 87 of Caged Bird

I wrapped myself around him, and he lifted me easily and walked us across the bathroom, his dick still buried. He opened the door a crack and looked out into the hallway, but then he was pulling it wide and slipping out of the bathroom.

I clutched a towel around us, but it was with one hand and did little to provide us with any privacy. Augie and Ophelia’s door was closed, and it was less than three steps to the spare bedroom they’d indicated could be ours.

Zane had us enclosed in a room in seconds, and he sank down onto the bed, careful not to break the connection between us.

And that’s how we slept. Me on top of him, my head resting on his chest so I could hear his heart, his cock inside me.

And the knowledge that even though I suddenly had other people back in my life, he was something I could lose if I didn’t hang on tight.

23

FAWN

Iwoke to a commotion downstairs, voices I didn’t recognize, and the sounds of multiple people moving about.

It was dark outside, and I was horrified to realize we’d slept the entire day away, even though logically, I knew we’d needed it.

Zane slept warm beneath me, the whole front of my body blazing with the heat of being on top of him all night.

But neither of us had moved. One of his arms had fallen to the mattress while he’d slept, but the other rested on my lower back, his fingertips grazing the swell of my ass. His cock was still buried deep inside me.

Hard.

I gasped at the feel when I moved, pleasure sparking to life between us, and he groaned, eyes fluttering open.

“We need to get up,” I told him. “It’s dark. There are people here, and we can’t waste another day. We need to come up with a plan. We need supplies, and we need to get Otis, and I need—”

He flipped our positions, so I was beneath him. He hovered over me, his weight supported on his forearms. “Your brotherand sister are already downstairs doing all of that. What you need is for me to fuck you.”

I wanted to argue, except he was right. My pussy clenched around his hard dick, and my hips moved against his like they had a life of their own. My body needed his. Craved his. My brain whirled a million miles a minute until he slowed it down with gentle thrusts that evened out my breathing and sent calm through my limbs.

He whispered in my ear, telling me how good I felt, how beautiful I was, how hard I made him. And I reveled in his praises, drowned in them, sucking them in and storing them away because I hadn’t had anyone say a single nice thing to me in years, and I craved it like I craved air.

He was gentle but fast. He made me come with nothing more than penetration, aided by the fact he’d been in me all night so my body was primed and ready for him, even though I hadn’t been aware of it.

He got dressed quickly, pulling on clean clothes from the closet in the spare room. Zane had little else here, but he and Augie were the same size, and his clothes were a much better fit than the things he’d worn of Eddie’s. I had clothes shoved into a backpack, but now that I was away from the little house of horrors in the clearing, I couldn’t bring myself to wear any of them.

“I want to burn these,” I whispered, taking each dress out, my skin crawling at the sight of the shapeless material Eddie had always bought for me at dollar stores and garage sales.

He'd never made any effort to find something I would like. Or even something that would fit.

Zane held up a pair of jeans. “There’s women’s clothes in here too.”

“Probably the overflow from Ophelia’s closet. She always did have too many clothes.” I took them from him. Ophelia and I hadbeen the same size before everything had happened, but now her clothes hung off my bony hips.

Tears pricked the backs of my eyes. Even without a mirror, I knew how unwell I looked. How badly I needed healthy, nourishing food to get back to the weight I’d once been. I didn’t like the gaunt hollows of my cheeks. Or the way my ribs stuck out. My body was a constant reminder of everything I’d been through, and I just wanted to change it all so I never had to be reminded of it again.

But how could I forget when I couldn’t even get a pair of pants to fit properly? Everything reminded me of him and what he’d done to me.

Zane glanced over from where he was pulling on a shirt. One that fit his healthy, muscled body perfectly.

He didn’t ask me what was wrong. He could see it.

Instantly, he abandoned what he was doing, leaving his jeans open to rifle through the closet again. A belt appeared in his hands, and then he was kneeling at my feet, threading it through the loops on my jeans and fastening the clasp so they didn’t slide down my ass.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He placed a kiss to the indent of my hip and went back to dressing himself.

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