Page 34 of Along for the Ride

I pull her toward me when we get inside our hotel room, but she flinches at my touch. She probably fears me after learning what we are. What we do. I loved how she looked at me before learning why the Kursicki brothers are “Kursed.”

I replay the look I saw on her face when she spotted the dead man—eyes wide with shock—but her reaction wasn’t what I expected from someone who just walked in on a grisly murder. Her head had cocked with an almost curious tilt.

I replay my galloping heart when I heard Karson’s pleasure-laced scream—a sound I feared had come from a kill. She wasn’t as freaked out about his assault as I thought she would be, either.

This girl glows with a gray hue around her.

And I’m fucking obsessed.

What switch is broken in her little head? She might be more like us than she realizes.

“I wish you had stayed in the car,” I say.

She swallows. “I needed to know what you guys did, and you wouldn’t tell me.” Her voice is a low whisper, and I almost can’t make out the words.

“I wasn’t hiding it from you formysafety. I wanted to let you go in the end, but I knew there’d be no hope for you if you knew what we did. Now I have to figure out how to argue my point with Karson.”

At the mention of his name, she looks away from me.

“Did he hurt you?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No, not like I expected him to.”

He’s so fucking lucky he didn’t hurt her, because I’d have to hurt him much worse if he had. But Karson will want her again after this. She’s got a target between her legs.

I fist her hair and bring her lips close to mine. “Even if he fucks you, you’re still mine, wanderer.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, and it hardens my dick in an instant. I don’t want to intrude on her body any more than she’s already experienced, though. She’s been through enough. I turn for the bed, but she grips my arm and holds me in place.

“I’m not a piece of glass,” she whispers. “Do you think your brother was the first person to take that from me? I didn’t shatter then, and I won’t shatter now.”

“Your fiancé?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter who it was. I just don’t want you to treat me like something fragile.”

If she doesn’t want me to handle her with kid gloves, I won’t. “Get in the shower, wanderer.”

She doesn’t argue because I’m sure she wants to rid herself of the memory between her legs. The steam welcomes me inside, and I strip off my clothes and join her. Hot water flows down my neck and back, soothing my tense muscles.

I brush the water-darkened strands of blonde hair from her face and pull her naked body against mine. I’ll admit, I’m feeling some kind of way toward her, and I hate that she’s become an obsession for me. As much as I’d love to push inside her right now, I’d rather put her above myself. “I want to make you feel good,” I growl against her mouth. “My good girl.”

I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist. My cock moves through her slit, but I don’t push inside her. I remove the showerhead from its cradle, and her eyes fall to the gleaming mass of silver in my hand. I put space between us, leaning her against the wall so the water can rain down in a direct stream on her swollen clit.

“Gentry,” she begs. “Please.”

“Tell me. Tell me what you want. Use that mouth I love.”

“I want to come, sir.” She knows I’ll do just about anything if she calls me that.

I draw the stream closer to her clit and her fingers dig into my flesh. She throws her head back, those sexy lips spreading as she lets out a deep moan that draws her abdomen tight. Her heels dig into my back as she comes.

Screams of pain have always been music to my ears. The only songs I enjoyed. But now my favorite songs come in the form of those sounds that erupt from her mouth as she comes for me. It’s fucking beautiful.

But as selfless as I am about wanting to make her come without fucking her, I selfishly need to fill her. This intense, animalistic desire to overpower Karson’s come by filling her with mine won’t be denied.

I carry her to the bed, grabbing a towel on the way, which I lay beneath her before I drop her onto it. “I need to come, and you know where I want to spill my load, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she says with a nod.

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