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I’m not losing anyone else.
Chapter 37
Cali
Sawyer stiffens next to me. His breathing becomes heavier. I snap my eyes open, but he doesn’t say anything. Just whimpers a little.
Fuck. He’s dreaming.
I try to wiggle out of his hold, but he clamps down on me harder, crushing me to his chest in his hold. I feel his hard dick pressed into my back.
“Sawyer,” I pant.
He lays there, frozen. It’s hard for me to breathe, and his grip hurts.
Do I wake him? I know you’re not supposed to wake someone out of a dream.
He groans again and squeezes harder. Goddamn, that hurts.
“Sawyer!” I shout and scratch at his arms. His hold loosens a fraction, and I buck and scramble enough to get away. He sits up, breathing heavily.
I freeze as his gaze runs across me. He doesn’t look present. The darkness is front and center in his eyes, and he looks wild. I’m afraid to move.
A deep voice from the other side of the room barks, “Sawyer!”
I scream and whirl toward the sound of the voice. Two shadows hulk in the kitchen.
Sawyer jumps up and throws himself in front of me. “Fuck off, and maybe I won’t kill you.” A knife flashes in his hand. Since when did he have a knife?
“Sawyer, it’s me.”
Is that…Miles? Fuck. They found me.
I turn and sprint to the front door. There are scratching boots against the floor and heavy footsteps. Reaching the door, I yank on the handle, but it’s stuck. I immediately change plans and dart toward the staircase. A hand reaches out to grab me. I duck, and strong fingers rip into my bun.
I cry out as pain burns through my scalp.
The hand lets me go.
“Cali, don’t run.” It’s Miles.
I scramble up the steps. Footsteps follow me. The house groans. The top opens into a hallway, and I skitter to a halt. The floor has rotted away.
Strong arms band around my waist and yank me back. I’m shoved against the stairwell, and immediately, I smell coconut.
“Jesus, Cali! You could get yourself killed.” His handsome face looks concerned.
I screech in frustration and push against him. He caught me again. Miles doesn’t let me go. He just presses his hard body closer to mine.
Miles puts his lips to my ear. “God, I could fuck you right now. You fight me so deliciously.”
I shudder. The way he’s pressing possessively into me fills me with a shiver of pleasure. Something is very wrong with me.
Angry voices come from downstairs. Miles sighs and throws me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I beat on his back. The world flips again, and he puts me down in the living room, grabbing my hand tightly.
Sawyer is in Ryder’s face. They’re both nose to nose and heaving for breath.
