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This woman was going tokill me.
Her teeth caught my earlobe, and I lost my mind as I rocked harder and faster into her cunt.My brain teetered in that state of nothing and hyper-awareness as her vaginal walls pulsed against my cock.
Quiet?Fuck.I held my breath and let go of as much control as I could as I orgasmed inside her.My soul was pouring into her, and she wanted quiet?Why?It screamed.
A groan escaped.Kate’s fingernails dug into my skin as my dick’s pulses roared inside her while I admired how damn gorgeous she was with her clear green eyes and her skin all flushed and—“Fuuuck.”
“Zoe,” she reminded me.
Right.Less than a scant hallway and two thin walls away.I breathed through my mouth for control.
Kate smiled at me.“If this were a competition…”
“You’d win every time.”My head fell to that little nest between her shoulder and neck where I could smell her shampoo and skin.“Every time,” I vowed.
“I think we both deserve an award for quietest sex.”
“Gold medal.”
“At least.”She breathed out a satisfied sigh.“We probably should put our clothes back on.”
That would be a good idea.But I didn’t want to move.“Give me a minute.”
Hours later, the sound of Zoe’s door opening had us scrambling for clothes.Kate set a land speed record, snagging her shirt off the floor and tugging it over her head.Too bad it was inside out and backward.Meanwhile, I’d gotten my pants over my ass and dick tucked in when the door to Kate’s room opened.
“Mom?”
“Here, honey.”Kate shot me a look of panic.I flicked my fingers at my bare chest, right about the spot where her shirt tag stuck out.She looked down, and her eyes got bigger.Her face turned red.
“I’m here, too, Zoe.”
My baby ran into my arms, and she hit me like a train.I didn’t flinch this time.
Chapter 34
Maine—Kate
Zoe sobbed in Jackson’s arms while I righted my shirt and found my pants.I handed off his shirt and took my turn to hold her.
Jackson slipped the t-shirt over his head and then took her back.
“Bad dream?”
Zoe shook her head and wiped her runny nose on his shirt.He looked at me in panic.
Get used to it.I thought, with only a hint of malice.“What was it?”
“I didn’t dream, but when I woke up, I thought you were gone.I got scared.”
I rubbed her back.She still had a death grip on her father.She was still, in small ways, our little girl.And after the horrible ordeal we’d had, she deserved as much comfort as we could give.Even if I wondered why she wasn’t in my arms instead of his.
Jackson dipped his head.“We’ll never leave you.”He grimaced at his words.
A shot of remorse passed through me.He’d left us before.While I could vow I’d never leave her, he might have to.Although I knew he didn’t speak the lie lightly.
“Nothing would make us leave you.”I tried to bolster my own doubts.
“I’m a murderer.”Her confession was punctuated with a sob.
