Page 77 of These Rough Waters

Her lips drop open, and her eyes roll back, a spew of incoherent words spilling from her perfect lips as her cunt tightens and contracts around my cock, sucking me in, needing more.

“Yes, God yes,” She prays, “Torin, fuck.”

“Say my name again,” I order.

“Torin.” She gasps.

I fuck her harder, faster, forcing her orgasm to roll into a second and she wails, completely fucking drenching me.

“Goddamn,” I moan, head tipping back as my own climax takes control. Pleasure zips down my spine and my balls tighten and then I’m spilling into her with a deep, satisfied groan, feeling her continue to contract around me as I fill her up with me.

I collapse down onto her, holding my weight so not to crush her. Both of us were sweaty, breathing hard and a little limp since that orgasm just sucked every ounce of energy I had left.

Her fingernails scrape down the back of my scalp, holding my head in the crook of her neck.

“I want to tell you,” She whispers, “but I’m scared.”

I don’t dare move from this spot, afraid to scare her from whatever truth she wants to spill. “What are you scared of?”

“Losing you.”

“Why would you lose me, little doe?”

“Because maybe you’ll realize I’m not that strong woman you believe me to be.”

“It isn’t always physical ability that makes a person strong, little doe, but their actions, big or small. You’ve shown more strength than anyone I have ever met, regardless of how it came to be. For that I will always be in awe of you.”

Gently I pull out of her, lifting until I can see her face and all the emotion swimming inside of her green eyes. She truly believes I’d think differently of her for whatever secret she was keeping.

There wasn’t a single thing this woman could have done that would change my mind. But I wasn’t sure I believed it to be something she had done, but something that had been done to her.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, Maya. Much too good for me.”

Her eyes bounce around my face, searching for a lie she will not find.

Thirty-seven

After I’ve cleaned up, showered and got Harper off to school, I pack a bag for the two of us, hearing Torin and Rett speaking quietly in the living room. Torin’s brother had come by after I’d dropped Harper off, supposedly needing to speak with Torin urgently. I’d left them to it.

I couldn’t decide if I should be scared of the two of them or grateful they were here last night.

I was certain I knew who had orchestrated the attempted break in, but I was refusing to let the fear of what it meant consume me.

It would be best for me to run again. To find somewhere new but after this morning with Torin and everything he had said, I knew leaving would be impossible.

Because he was right.

I was lost to him, completely and irrevocably lost to him. He owned me.

So his shady secrets and the brother with the mask, they didn’t scare me like they should. It interested me, I wanted to knowwhothey were and what exactly they do.

“You ready?” Torin turns to me, cutting off whatever his brother was just saying to him as I walk back into the room with the duffel on my shoulder. He gently tugs it from me, placing it onto his own as he brushes a lock of damp hair away from my face.

“Yes, but I’d like to stop by and see Ruthie quickly, I need to talk to her.”

“Okay,” He nods, “Let’s go.”

We lock up the cabin and make our way across to the lodge. It was quiet between the three of us, Rett on one side, Torin on the other and while we didn’t speak, I was watching them both. They were acting like guards, their eyes shifting around to watch our surroundings, shoulders squared and muscles tight as if they were coiled and ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

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