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

onto it, and I shiver a little at the

go, pulling me in

tongue and thrusting mine into his mouth. It feels good to be explored in a way that makes you feel cared for. We kiss for a while, tangled up together,

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

to

comes and so do

The nightmares.

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

awake with a choked gasp, air burning

myself

I knew it. And I

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trying to breathe, but it's ragged. Ugly. My

I feel a hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting on

there. Laying beside

up after I'd fallen asleep. I didn't hear him. Didn't feel him. But he's here now, and when he touches my face, it's careful. His thumb brushes over my cheek like

His voice is rough with sleep, but

say something. I don't

moves and I blink in the darkness when

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

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