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

bed's soft as he lowers me onto it, and I shiver a little at the

letting go, pulling me in close. His

into his mouth. It feels good to be explored in a way that makes you feel cared for. We kiss for a while,

feel safe. It's a false sense

too exhausted to keep my eyes

and so do the dreams. The

The nightmares.

Tires skidding. That awful weightless second before the impact. The smell of burning rubber. Of gasoline. The sharp, coppery bite of blood. Alex's limp body being carried

a choked gasp, air burning in

myself

knew I'd have nightmares. I knew it. And

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

a hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting on

there. Laying beside

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 he's memorizing

he murmurs. His voice is rough

to say something. I don't

in the darkness when

out. His hands spread my thighs, and

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