Chapter 159

Two Hours-1

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

lowers me onto it, and I shiver a little at the

pulling

his tongue and thrusting mine into his mouth. It feels good to be explored in

a false sense of security. The memories will

to keep my

and so do the

The nightmares.

burning rubber. Of gasoline. The sharp, coppery bite of blood.

with a choked gasp, air burning in my lungs.

myself

knew it. And I still let myself fall

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trying to breathe, but it's

hand. Warm. Heavy. Resting on

turn, and Zaid's there. Laying beside me, his dark

he's here now, and when he touches my face, it's careful. His thumb brushes over my cheek

voice is rough with sleep,

say something. I don't know

in the darkness when I suddenly lose

it out. His hands spread my thighs,

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