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Before I could blink, she’d shoved me to the ground on my back, climbing on my lap as she did. There was no hesitation, no more waiting, as she straddled my lap and pushed my cock inside of her.
Was it a good sign that I didn’t last longer than a few minutes as she bounced on me? Clearly, I’d enjoyed myself. Watching.Touching. Tasting what she offered. Her pussy really did feel like home to me. Tight, warm, wet. It was the place I wanted to spend the rest of my life.
“Are you going to fill me up, Atlas?” Heather rocked back; eyes flared, wild. “I need you to. You know I enjoy it.”
“Whatever you want,malishka.” I panted as I grabbed her ass cheeks, using my grip to help her move until I was slamming into her and cursing harshly.
Until I was filling her with just the way she wanted me to until we were both a shaking puddle of limbs and sweatiness that I never wanted to move from.
I held her in my arms, and she rested her forehead against mine, our panting breaths mingling.
“You feel better?” She swallowed hard. “Or do we need to give you ten minutes and go again?”
“I’m okay.” I promised. “We can go again, though. I’ve got some new ideas.” I snorted, feeling far lighter than I had before.
Gio collapsed onto the ground with us. His hand found mine and squeezed gently. He grabbed her too, and she leaned into his touch, her hands trailing down to rest against my chest. The three of us lay there, tangled together on the couch, the warmth of their presence chasing away the lingering shadows.
Almost instantly, the ache began to fade. The coldness lingering in my bones warmed up. And despite how on edge I felt for a while, a part of me shifted and felt entirely different.
I felt like I was at home. Right where I’d always wanted to be.
Chapter Sixteen, Car Cherry
The store smelled like a strange mix of dust and old wood, with a hint of bad coffee lingering near the entrance. It wasn’t exactly fancy, but it had charm. The kind of charm you’d find in a place that hadn’t updated its decor since the nineties and was run by someone who refused to sell out to big grocery chains. Someone who probably had a basement filled with creepy shit covered in dust, that they kept hold of because it might gain value one day. Like cassettes and movie posters and dolls.
It was definitely my vibe.
The faint buzz of the fluorescent lights overhead flickered occasionally, casting an uneven glow over the narrow aisles stocked with everything from canned goods to fishing lures. Everything was on sale. You could buy camping gear in the aisle next to car parts. And then food in the place you could buy clothes.
I loved it. The simplicity of it, the fact that no one here gave a crap about who we were or what kind of secrets we carried.
The fact I could run down the aisles, shoving the cart to dangerous speeds, and nobody came to tell me off even once.
Atlas was walking ahead of me, scanning the shelves with his usual quiet focus. Even in a small, rural grocery store, the man moved with the calculated grace of a predator. Tall and broad-shouldered, with his pale blonde hair catching what little light there was, Atlas looked like he could have been straight out of a gothic romance novel if it wasn’t for the fact that he was standing in front of the cereal aisle, debating breakfast options.
Though I supposed hot serial killers ate cereal, right? I would. The best way to start off a day of murdering was with a bowl of something deliciously chocolaty and full of sugar.
“Is this the one you want?” he asked, holding up a box of honey nut flakes like it was the most important decision of his life. His voice sent a ripple of warmth through me. Mostly because of how handsome he was. And the rest because the nightmare that had woken him in the night had left no trace behind.
He was himself again, and that was my favorite way for him to be.
I grinned, grabbing a bag of sour candy from the shelf behind me, baffled at the store’s lack of organization. The bag crinkled in my hand, adding to the sound of our footsteps echoing through the otherwise empty store. “Nah, baby. Grab the ones with dried fruit in too. Gio hates them, and I live to annoy him.”
Atlas raised one of those perfectly sculpted brows, clearly fighting the smile that threatened to pull at the corner of his lips. “You want me to buy a cereal just to piss him off?”
“Yes. It’s part of a balanced breakfast,” I said with a smirk, tossing the candy into the cart. The wheels squeaked as I pushed it forward a bit.
Atlas added the box of cereal I wanted to the cart with a soft chuckle. “Whatever you say,malyshka. You’re the boss.”
I loved when he called me that—his little nickname, something soft and sweet from a man who most people probably thought had never experienced softness in his life.
It was why I’d started calling him baby. So I could be soft and sweet to him. So he could hear someone treat him gently and with care. It was what everyone deserved; kindness and someone to care about them. It was what made the world go round.
Unless it was flat, of course. And the governments had lied to us. Not that I could see a reason why they would.
Atlas kissed me as he moved around me to grab something off a shelf.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked.
