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“Fuck!” She shrieked. Shuddered—and came with a rush, her release dripping off my sack and onto the floor.

I grunted with each thrust, the build-up in my balls ready to erupt.

Needing to mark her, needing to see she belonged to me, I pulled out. Fisted my dick. Two hard tugs and I shot all over her ass and the red prints I’d left behind.

Gasping for breath, I rubbed my spunk into her skin while she lay there, dead to the world. “So fucking good,” I panted, squeezing her sticky ass. Slapping to make it jiggle.

So fucking mine.

23

Addilyn

“Where have you been?” Ciarra threw her arms around me, hugging me tight.

I’d used Gideon’s throwaway cell phone to call her the day before we attempted the drive through the melting snow into the city. We’d gotten a hotel room at a dive north of Anchorage, a home base of sorts to hide out in until we saw our plans through.

Step one had been for me to get into contact with my only friend. I hadn’t given her more than the name of the hotel and asked her to come see me and take care to not be followed.

The second Gideon had opened the door and stepped back, Ciarra had come barreling in.

“I’ve been worried sick!”

I hugged her hard, my eyes stinging even though relief over the sight of her swelled inside me. Rather than answering, I pulled back. “I want you to meet someone.”

Watching her closely, Gideon moved our way.

She turned to face him. “You’re Gideon.” Ciarra didn’t even need the introduction as she glanced down over him. Guess I’d described him to a fault.

He wore those jeans of his and the boots that made him look badass. A gray T-shirt hugged the mass of his upper body, and I salivated even though I’d licked down every inch of him the night before when we finally arrived it to our hotel room.

“And you’re Ciarra,” he rumbled his reply, lips flatlined, eyes void of emotion.

Her gaze narrowed as she strained her neck to stare at him like she could read his intentions toward me. I’d always been short, but my friend? She looked like a midget next to Gideon.

She must have come to a positive conclusion, because Ciarra turned her focus on me without railing into him. “There are so many rumors going around. His release. Your disappearance. Everyone thinks he killed you.”

“Just kidnapped.”

Her glare jerked back toward Gideon again. “What’s going on? And I want the truth. That bitch Jenny betrayed her trust, but Addilyn knows I never would.”

I met Gideon’s gaze. He waited. Gave me the chance to make the final decision we’d discussed but hadn’t concluded.

“Gideon?” I questioned him one last time.

He nodded.

“Lloyd asked him to do away with me before my twenty-first birthday.”

“So he could claim your money,” Ciarra didn’t hesitate to complete the why—without a shiver. “Dick. I knew someone was following us!”

“But Gideon and I figured out Lloyd had lied to both of us,” I went on, sinking onto the bed’s edge. She settled beside me, and Gideon leaned against the wall, arms crossed which made all his muscles pop out.

Luscious. His face didn’t so much as twitch, but his eyes were hooded as he tilted his head back, watching me.

Jackass.

I tore my stare off him. “He manipulated both of us. So instead of giving me to that asshole, Gideon is going to take me away from here for a while to keep me safe. I won’t be back until after my birthday. I’ll live to see that day because I have my protector with me again.”

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