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I don’t give her a chance to say anything else. After pulling the plug so the tub can drain, I grab Maddie’s hands, tugging her to her feet. Then I lift her so her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her over to the shower, turning it on, then lower her to the floor.

As I yank my boxers off, Maddie says, “Jagger, your stitches.”

“Fuck my stitches.” Grinning, I say, “The spray can pound my back while I’m pounding you.”

Holding her hand, I help her into the shower, then step in behind her. Lifting her in my arms, I press her back against the shower wall. Our lips are desperate and frantic, and I can feel her wet heat surrounding me.

“Please, Jagger.”

That’s all she needs to say. I guide my dick to her soaked pussy, pushing inside her wet heat, the warm water hitting my back.

I just need her. All of her.

“Fuck, Jagger. More,” she begs, her nails digging into the back of my neck as her heels dig into my ass.

“Yes, baby girl,” I say, between thrusts, my brain focused on only one thing—consuming her.

She moans, whispers, begs, and finally, screams my name as her orgasm soaks me. Although I want to fill her with my come, it’s not enough yet. I can’t get enough of her.

After she had two more orgasms, I finally let loose, spurting my seed deep inside of her. My breaths heave in and out of my lungs as I lean against her neck.

As I climb out of the shower with her wrapped around me, I wonder how a man like me, who endured so much hell, has finally found my personal slice of heaven.

Her.

31

MADISON

Afew days have passed since Jagger told me about his tattoo. I would never have predicted Jagger as the victim of such heart-wrenching abuse. His tough exterior hides a very broken man, although there’s still a lot I don’t know about his past yet, except that it affects us at night.

Jagger doesn’t let me stay in his bedroom, choosing instead to sleep with me in the spare bedroom of his cabin. Every night, he climbs into bed beside me, wrapping me in his warm embrace. I fall asleep only to be woken a couple of hours later when he gets up and sits in the chair by the bed. I pretend to sleep, but I’m acutely aware of his presence as he stares into space, sometimes looking at the fire. I peek at him, watching the flames flicker across his face, anger and sadness warring over his features. Then he sighs, goes outside, and smokes a cigarette. Once he’s finished, he returns, climbs into bed with me, and the whole process begins again. And again. Until we get up in the morning.

Jagger’s voice startles me from my internal musings. “Baby girl. I have something to show you.” Jagger holds out his hand, and I take it, getting up from the couch and following himoutside. The loud rumbling of an engine startles me, and my head follows the sound, taking in the rollback slowly driving down his long lane with my Mustang on the back of it.

Jagger squeezes my hand as I cry, then turns to me, wiping my tears. “Your car is fine, Maddie. I had Jason’s mechanic check over it to be sure it wasn’t tampered with.”

Throwing myself into his arms, I shake my head. “While I’m really glad my car is fine, it’s more than that. You made sure to have it brought here to me, knowing how much it means to me since it was my dad’s…” my voice falters.

Jagger chuckles, lifting me from the ground and swinging me around. “I’m your stalker, baby girl. Of course, I know what that car means to you.” His expression grows serious, a warning look darkening his features. “You know you can’t drive it? Jason is dropping it off inside my garage. We had to go to great lengths to get it here to ensure he wasn’t followed…”

I frantically nod. “I know. I’m just glad it’s safe and that you coordinated bringing it here.”

His smile grows as he takes in my glowing face. “Come on. Let’s go check it out.” Swinging our hands between us, Jagger leads me to the rollback, which is parked in front of his garage.

“Hey, Jagger.” Jason climbs down from the driver’s side, slamming the door shut. A broad grin is on his face as he says, “Prisoner.”

“Asshole. You’re real funny, Jason.” His remark makes me bristle. My arms are crossed over my chest, my spine stiff as I watch Jagger grab the keys from Jason’s hand. My gaze goes around the woods surrounding Jagger’s cabin. A shiver goes through me, reminding me of the woods—

No, don’t think about it.

As Jagger starts the car and begins backing up, Jason and I follow him into the garage. I’m anxious to get my backpack fromit after Jagger told me he didn’t write the note that said, “Soon.” I’m sure the roses have wilted since I forgot about them.

“Nice car, Maddie,” Jason says, eyeing it appreciatively.

“Thanks. It was my dad’s. I, um, inherited it after his death.”

Jason’s head turns to mine. “Sorry to hear he passed. Jagger told me the two of you were close.”

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