“Baby, we need to stop, or I’m going to fuck you again.” I sighed regretfully.
Addy snickered. “You sure you’re not overestimating your stamina here, big guy?”
My brows shot up, and I gave her a slow once-over. “Oh, Little Devil … you’re gonna regret that tonight.”
She pursed her lips, but I could see the smile threatening to take over.
“Ready?” I asked her.
After flexing her legs experimentally, she nodded. “Yeah. Don’t think I’ll be falling flat on my face anymore.”
“Like I’d let you.” I scoffed.
Once she had unhooked her ankles from my back, I carefully lowered her down. My dick slipped out of her abused hole, taking with it a mixture of our cum.
“Oh, shit!” Addy gasped, looking down at the mess we’d made between her legs.
She looked around frantically, searching for something to clean it up with, but I had different plans.
“I got it.”
Swiping up the sticky mixture with my fingers, I pushed some of it back into her stretched pussy. Then I pulled her underwear back into place to ensure it stayed where it belonged.
I licked the last of my treat off my fingers, fighting back a smile as Addy watched me with hungry eyes, almost hypnotized by my movements.
“Delicious,” I rasped. “Wanna try?”
Addy hesitated for a split second, then nodded slowly. “Yes, please.”
I pulled her close, plunging my tongue into her mouth and relishing her moan at the taste of our combined juices. Breathing heavily, I tore myself away from her lips and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect, it’s not fair.”
Addy pulled the straps back up to cover herself and straightened the skirt of the dress, then looked up at me again. A mischievous smile stretched her lips.
“Life’s not fair, I guess,” she said primly, winking at me.
“No, it’s not.” I pulled her against my side, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling her scent. “But it’s pretty damn good right now.”
Chapter 28
Addy
ThephonerangwhileI was sitting on the edge of the bed, now supposedly mine, staring out at the ocean as though it might explain how my life had derailed so spectacularly in under a week.
The room still smelled faintly like saltwater and him — cedar, soap, something darker beneath it — and the sheets were twisted around my legs from a night entangled with Sasha.
When the screen lit up on the nightstand, my heart lurched.
Savannah.
For one brief, stupid second, something akin to joy flooded through me.
They noticed.
I had disappeared into the night, my phone had been off for days, and I had been dragged across the oceanby an escaped felon who casually discussed violence over breakfast.
Someonehadto be worried.