Page 11 of To the Grave

“Jace…”

My arms were still locked around his neck, my legs wrapped around his hips as we became one, joined at the center.

He held on to my ass and I used his shoulders to lift off his dick, then sink onto him again. I felt like the sky before a summer storm, when the clouds brewed all day, pressure building until the first bolt of lightning cracked through the air, rain pouring like a baptism.

I wanted to make it last, never wanted it to end, but I’d been without him for too long. I was ready to come, and I worked the friction on my clit as he impaled me over and over again, my sensitive nipples rubbing against his chest while his tongue invaded my mouth.

Was I still dreaming?

I must have been. I had to be. But he felt so real. I felt every thrust to my core, felt the orgasm blossoming at my center, felt the way he picked up the pace, matching my rhythm as I worked to come.

“Come for me, princess. I’ve missed feeling you come so fucking much.”

I tipped into it all at once, crying out as I came, clinging to him as my body shuddered, and then he was coming too, filling me with his hot semen, thrusting viciously into me the way only he could until we were both gasping and my body was limp in his arms.

He was still inside me when he tipped his forehead against mine. His eyes burned green like the trees that surrounded the river, and when he spoke, his voice was guttural and pained. “I see you.”

I woke all at once, the ceiling in my room coming into view through the dark. I hadn’t been asleep very long — I’d left Wolf and Otis downstairs playing video games when I’d gone to bed, and I could still hear the faint sound of them in the living room — but it had been long enough to have a dream about Jace.

My cunt pulsed, like I’d come in my sleep, and my cheeks were wet with tears.

I see you.

I grabbed one of the pillows Wolf or Otis used when they came to bed and clutched it to my chest, then rolled onto my side. When I closed my eyes, I swear I could still smell river water and wood smoke.

I swear I could still smell Jace.

Chapter 11

Daisy

Isat back in my desk chair and stretched, trying to work out the kinks in my body. I’d only been back at the gym for three days and I was stiff and sore.

But I felt better. Awake.

It was dark when I got to the gym every morning, but Locke had been there, waiting, every day since the morning Otis had dragged me out of bed. Finally, I’d asked him — panting and dripping sweat during a two-minute water break — how long he intended to train me in the mornings.

“As long as you need me,” he’d said. “Time’s up. Back to work.”

It was something like torture, what felt like an endless cycle of sprints on the treadmill and the assault bike sandwiched between rope work, sets with free weights heavy enough to make my limbs shake, and functional exercises that had me dragging a weighted sled across the indoor track in the gym.

He’d been careful to work different muscle groups every day — and that morning we’d done nothing but an intense series ofsprints — but every day I left the gym dripping sweat and every day Wolf and Otis were waiting for me with coffee.

Gray appeared in the door of my office and I forced my face into what I hoped was an expression of indifference. He was still handsome, with short blond hair and perfect teeth, but there was something dangerous about his appearance now.

And not sexy-dangerous.

Now the danger seemed obvious — like a coiled snake found in the grass — and I felt pity for the girl I’d been a few months ago, the girl who’d thought a pretty smile, a nice haircut, and expensive clothes meant someone was safe.

I tried to avoid him in the office, but it wasn’t always possible.

“Get your things,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“We’re going up to the site with the design team,” Gray said. “My dad wants you there.”

He disappeared into the hall and I scrambled for my bag.

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