Chapter 159

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A broken moan leaves my throat when Jake pulls out of me. I can feel my asshole gaping, can feel the loss of his fullness. Zaid watches me, dark eyes assessing,

but he says

nothing.

All he does is adjust himself in his pants and moves away. That gives Jake the space to stand, his arms around me as he lifts me with him. He also doesn't say anything. He walks

us out of the living room and toward the stairs.

Zaid doesn't follow us, instead he picks up the mess of food and plates we left on the coffee table. I hear the click of the TV being shut off, the soft clatter of dishes being

stacked in the sink.

I'm too tired to fight him on it, too worn down to argue that he should just join us in bed.

I feel heavy and drained all at the same time.

By the time Jake nudges his bedroom door open with his foot, I'm half-asleep against his

me onto it, and I shiver a little at the

without letting go, pulling me in close. His

good to be explored in a way that makes you

makes me feel safe. It's a false sense of security. The

I'm too exhausted to keep my eyes

do the dreams. The

The nightmares.

before the impact. The smell of burning rubber. Of gasoline.

jolt awake with a choked gasp, air burning

hate myself for

I'd have nightmares. I knew it. And

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breathe, but it's ragged.

Warm. Heavy. Resting on

there. Laying beside me, his dark eyes

up after I'd fallen asleep. I didn't hear him. Didn't feel him. But he's here now, and

rough

want to say something. I don't know

blink in the darkness when I suddenly lose sight of

tongue. I don't get it out. His hands spread my thighs, and he's eating me

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