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  “Do you want to move in with me tonight?”

  “Sure, but I think we agreed to behave.”

  “But I’m scared,” I whine as the panic rises in my chest. “I can’t sleep, and I want another pain pill, but I’m afraid to sleep, and I need you.”

  Quaid startles me when he appears before my final word leaves my lips. I open the door, and he enters smelling of the hot evening.

  “I hate the summer,” I whimper. “I can’t think straight.”

  Quaid shuts the door and has me sit down. I watch him splash water on his face before wiping down his chest and arms with a rag. I watch him strip down until he wears only a pair of loose-fitting boxers.

  “I don’t want to die, but maybe it’d be better if I did so everyone could stop worrying about me,” I mumble while yawning.

  Quaid tugs me into a standing position and cups my face. “That’s just the noise distracting you.”

  “I can’t think.”

  “You need sleep. In the morning, the world will be quieter and make much more sense.”

  “How can you know?” I ask, searching his handsome face for the answers to the million questions screaming in my head.

  “Don’t you believe me?”

  We move to my bed where I rest on my back and Quaid relaxes on his side facing me. Studying his calm expression, I finally answer, “I do believe you.”

  “I’m about to kiss you, and you’ll realize how quiet the RV is. You’ll think of how quiet the night is too. Soon, the entire world will fall silent until you can sleep.”

  His lips somehow demand my submission while also remaining as tender as a whisper. Quaid kicked Colton’s ass in the same way—gently decisive. He moves different from any man I’ve ever known, and I trust he’ll handle whatever threat’s coming for me.

  THE CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE IS NAKED

  THE OUTSIDER

  Soon after we cuddle in bed, MJ dozes off, and I expect to spend a quiet evening much like the ones we shared in the hospital.

  Except rather than relaxed, I struggle against my restlessness. So much so that I leave her in bed and sit on the couch so I can think alone.

  Do I regret rushing into things with MJ? Even thinking about her for months, I wasn’t ready for how fast everything happened. I’m nearly living with her before we’ve dated a week. Her father’s constant aggravation and threats piss me off. Now I’m living under his thumb on his property. I spent the last months in a tent in a friend’s backyard to avoid feeling this way. The Army kept me disciplined while also grinding me down. I wanted freedom, and the club offered it to me, but now I’m back to taking orders and having my every fart supervised.

  I can imagine sneaking out of the RV, grabbing my shit, and taking off into the night. No responsibilities, no pressure, only the freedom of my life belonging only to me.

  How long could I go before I regretted leaving? A few hours? A day? No fucking way would I survive a week before groveling my way back to MJ. I’d end up begging for another chance because the world is nowhere as fascinating as it is with her.

  Despite her father and the stress of knowing I’m responsible for MJ—a stranger I love and can’t live without—I seriously doubt I could survive anywhere else. Undoubtedly hooked, I can’t deny the good vastly outweighs the bad. Even so, I remain restless long after MJ crashes on the bed.

  To pass the time, I end up starting “Fahrenheit 451”. I’m rather engrossed in the book when MJ suddenly sits up.

  “I dreamed I was dead,” she says, stumbling from the bed and toward me. “I dreamed you weren’t real. I dreamed lots of stupid shit.”

  I open my mouth to reassure her, but then she yanks down her night shorts. Agitated by her lack of mobility in her right arm, she struggles to wiggle out of her bottoms. Once she finally wins, she kicks aside the shorts, reclines back on the bed with her knees in the air, and presents me with the sweetest pussy this old boy can imagine existing.

  Who knows if I remember to breathe for the next minute while MJ’s fingers tease her tempting flesh?

  “The medicine makes me so randy,” she whimpers, circling her clit in a rough motion. “I need you to help me.”

  “And how would I go about doing that?”

  MJ lifts her head to frown at me. I suspect she thinks I’m still on the couch, but I’ve soundlessly moved to the best spot on the planet. My lips graze her inner right thigh, and she goes limp.

  “I need it so bad,” she moans, spreading her legs wider. “No she-bop can satisfy what you and the painkillers have awoken inside me.”

  Kneeling next to the bed, I’m like a starving man offered a fucking buffet. Where do I even start? Resting my cheek against her inner thigh, I enjoy my many options. MJ watches me silently for nearly a minute before exhaling hard through her nose.

  “Well, get on with it already, bub.”

  “Don’t rush me, woman,” I mutter, grinning at her from my spot between her legs. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for months.”

  “Can’t you fix my problem and then take a million years to fix yours? I mean, pretty please?” she whines and lifts her hips to wiggle them for me. “Help me with the tamale between my legs.”

  Kissing her thigh, I suck at the flesh and enjoy the sight of her pussy tightening in response. She feels my every breath. Her eyes widen when my teeth nip at her soft skin.

  “Do you remember how flustered you got at the river?” I tease in a soft voice.

  MJ no longer orders me to satisfy her. Watching me with a glazed expression, she’s entirely transfixed by my every movement. I could take all damn night, and I doubt I’d hear another peep out of her.

  My dick isn’t nearly as compliant. Not after I’ve denied it for so damn long. I nearly pass out from the pain of my erection breaking free from my pants. I set my dick loose, but it remains hungry for a taste of her sweet pussy. The sight of her juices glistening in the light is all I can stand, and I crawl over her to find her lips.

  “How the fuck am I with someone so beautiful?” I ask before covering her mouth with mine.

  MJ reaches up with her good hand to caress my chest. I shouldn't be surprised when she immediately pinches my nipple, sending heat through my entire body. If my dick was impatient before, her hand wrapped around it ends any control I have over the beast.

  “I always say no, but I’m saying yes to you,” she moans while stroking me gently. “You smell so good, and I don’t want to play around. I need you to fuck me, and I don’t want to wait.”

  Her hand guides me to the wet furnace between her legs. I nearly come when the head of my cock gets a taste of her juicy pussy. Groaning, I use every ounce of self-control to keep my balls from emptying before we’ve even gotten started.

  “Hurry. People are always interrupting, and I can’t wait anymore.”

  If I needed a bigger green light than her words, MJ gives me one by wrapping her long legs around my hips and digging her feet into my ass.

  The head of my cock disappears into her body, and I pause just in case she panics or feels pain. The smile on her face and her finger pinching my nipple inspire me to thrust deeper.

  “Yes,” she says, lifting her hips to meet mine. “I never thought cock could feel good. Make me a believer.”

  Moaning louder, she uses her right hand to pinch at her nipple while still teasing mine. I watch her face as I thrust slowly in and out of her body. My balls scream to let them pump her full of seed, but I hold on. Just a little longer, I beg them.

  MJ’s face flushes bright red as she comes. Her mouth opens, and she lets out a strangled groan that might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

  “Come in me,” she gasps, showing me mercy.

  My hips move faster, shoving my cock deeper. The hot juices from her orgasm soak my balls pounding against her until I let them fill her with everything I’ve held inside for what feels like a lifetime.

  Blinding pleasure turns me into a babbling mess, and I’m unsure I even use
her correct name when I moan. MJ’s rolling hips meet mine while her fingers mercilessly taunt my nipples until I’ve emptied a gallon of cum inside her welcoming body.

  I collapse on top of her, out of breath and feeling a million years old. The woman’s killed me with so little effort, and I can’t wait for her to do it again in a few minutes.

  THE ODDBALL

  When Quaid and I first met, I may have embellished my sexual history just a smidge. Possibly more than a smidge, but I’m no virgin. I know what sex feels like, and how tedious the act can be.

  Now I know how amazingly, fantastically awesome. Man, does it feel this good for other people? If so, how do they ever leave the house when they could fuck instead?

  Quaid rests over me, spent after only a few minutes, but we’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime. I didn’t realize what I was missing, but I think my body must have known. It’s been in a simmering state of horny since Quaid walked into Pickles in Paradise. He set me on a slow burn, and now I finally get to let the flames loose.

  “I love everything about you,” I whisper as he brushes the hair from my face. “You smell so good.”

  “Without my cologne, you’d never give me a second look,” he says in a pouty voice I’d take more seriously if he didn’t immediately suck at my throat and make me squirm under him.

  Grinning, I moan, “You’re right. I’m only here for the licorice stink.”

  Quaid’s lips find mine, nipping at the top and then the bottom before kissing me hard like a man possessed. I only now realize he’s still inside me and apparently our awful dirty talk has gotten him ready for a second round. I don’t know if I can handle another incredible orgasm, but I’m willing to give it a try.

  “Get off me,” I say, pushing at him. “I want to change positions. Let me ride your dick so I can touch you better.”

  “No,” he says even while rolling aside and leaving my vagina empty.

  “Sit up against the wall so I can balance better with just one arm. I need to have better access to all your hot skin and muscles,” I say, sitting up and admiring the naked man at my disposal. “Yeah, you have a lot of amazing body parts I need access to.”

  Quaid smirks at my flustered speech. He does as I instruct and I can’t help staring at his thick cock resting against his stomach. Crawling awkwardly on my good arm, I lean down just enough to give the slick head a lick. Quaid groans in the sexiest way and I decide I’ll need to suck him off later. Not now though because my vagina is very much interested in riding his dick again.

  My lips circle his belly button and tease the scarred flesh from where a bomb nearly took him away. I hate to think of him once suffering alone. Quaid deserves everything, but right now, I can only give him pleasure.

  Each of his nipples enjoys a soft kiss before I finally nuzzle his throat. Straddling him, I whisper for him to help his cock find its way home. Quaid reaches between my legs and guides his erection. I keep my lips on his throat, sucking at the flesh and leaving behind enough love to give him a slut bite as Colton calls them.

  His mushroom cap nestles against my opening, and I lower my body. Swallowing his cock, my vagina has a mind of its own now. It doesn’t want to play. Pleasure—fast, hard, steady—needs to happen now. A little part of me worries we’ll be interrupted, and I can’t have anyone keep me from this man.

  I want to taste and tease and fuck and suck until we’re too spent to move. Until that happens, I can’t breathe right, see straight, or think clearly. Sex, raw, fun, breathtaking sex is all that exists.

  Resting my bad arm against my chest, I ride Quaid’s impressive dick with the skill of a rodeo superstar. My free hand wraps behind his neck, tugging at his soft wavy hair. He tries to kiss me, but I can’t slow down and lose the pressure of him fitting so perfectly inside me. What if I slow down and we never feel this good again? Unable to risk such a tragedy, I distract him with sweet nothings like “Play with Pineapple. Make the bitch scream.”

  Quaid complies immediately. His rough hand grabs my breast and makes her submit to his teasing. The nipple hardens under his unyielding fingers. I hear a strangled cry and realize it’s me. I’m coming again, and it’s even more glorious than the first time.

  Tears stream down my cheek as I roll my hips faster against him, taking him deeper until I cause just enough pain to make the orgasm even more intense.

  “Tell me,” he says, gripping the back of my head and forcing my lips to his. “Tell me this is the only cock you’ll ever know again.”

  “Yes,” I manage through gritted teeth as the orgasm still hits me with wave after hot, painful wave. “Nothing feels this good in the entire world. Only your cock.”

  Receiving reassurance to his prowess, he kisses me roughly before tilting my body back enough for him to suck at my nipple.

  “No,” I whimper as my body shudders from the unending pleasure.

  “Yes,” he says with my nipple firmly between his teeth.

  Nodding as he sucks harder at my flesh, I moan, “Yes.”

  His hands grip my hips, directing me to him faster. I take him deeper too and grunt with the delicious pain that comes from his thick demanding cock.

  I don’t think I can endure more. I’m barely able to keep up with his hips driving upward into my body. We’ve hit a frenzied pace that defies even my dirtiest fantasies. I’m nearly spent. Then his fingers discover my clit and give the inflamed nub a rough caress.

  An orgasm shouldn’t kill a person, but I swear I die for a few seconds. My life ends with a powerful, shocking bliss. I can’t breathe, yet I somehow cry out his name. I forget about my injured arm and use both hands to cup his bearded face.

  Before I can even come down from the peak of my orgasm, Quaid floods my body with the heat of his semen. The sensation has me panting like a fucking dog until I’m laughing and sobbing and moaning for more.

  I swear I pass out. Somehow, I’m riding his cock to heaven, and then I’m on my back with him moving gently inside me. I reach up to stroke his hair, wondering how we got to this position. Afraid to speak and interrupt the phenomenal friction between his dick and my pussy, I only smile up at him.

  Quaid can’t speak either. Not that there’s anything to say. We met a few days ago, fell in love while I looked gross in the hospital, and now we’re fucking each other’s brains out in a tiny used RV.

  Ours is the oldest story in the world.

  THE CHAPTER WHERE ASSHOLES DOUBLE DOWN

  THE OUTSIDER

  I’m a calm man, steady in the deadliest of situations. Patience served me well through my often turbulent childhood. While my parents fed their unhappiness, I starved it with silence and forced serenity.

  Helping MJ change her bandage on her first morning out of the hospital strains my effort to remain calm. Her soft tanned flesh is permanently scarred at the whim of an asshole still walking free. I want him dead. No torture necessary, though MJ says he deserves it for killing the kittens the way he did. I don’t care how he dies or how much torture happens first. I just need him to no longer exist in the same world as MJ. Until he’s dead, I can’t calm my heart in the way I’ve been able to do since I was a kid.

  After changing her bandage, MJ cooks fried eggs and sausage links. We eat breakfast sitting on the couch while she tells me a story about her two favorite dogs.

  “They’re brothers named John and Wick.”

  “Clever.”

  “No, not really. Colton named them, and he put three seconds of effort into the choice. However, dogs do well with one syllable names, so it worked out. They follow me around the woods a lot and never chase the animals we see. My pop’s other dogs always attack squirrels and raccoons despite never catching them.”

  “I’ve known plenty of men who chase women they can’t catch. Makes sense how man’s best friend would suffer from the same stupidity.”

  MJ laughs and wipes my mouth. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

  “You’re a little creepy when y
ou say stuff like that.”

  “Oh, I know,” MJ says in an oddly hollow voice. “But I will keep you with me forever and ever and ever.” When I cock my eyebrow and say nothing, MJ tilts her head. “You know, from ‘The Shining’ movie with the twins?”

  “Ah, I never saw it.”

  MJ sighs very dramatically. “I have so much to offer you, dear Quaid.”

  We finish breakfast while MJ continues to stare at me in her odd “evil twin” way. Her gaze remains intense while I shower in her tiny bathroom. MJ insists she’s only watching me to ensure my safety.

  “You could fall or drown without my supervision,” she says, holding the towel while I move carefully in the small shower stall.

  Smacking my elbow into the door, I grunt. “I’d laugh at the thought if I didn’t just injure myself.”

  Once I step out, she dries off my back and butt.

  “You’re welcome,” she says before climbing on her bed. “Do you think it’s too soon to start exercising my arm?”

  “Just don’t overdo it, and you’ll be fine.”

  Relaxing on her back, she slowly lifts her injured arm. “It’s ridiculous how bored I am.”

  “What would you normally be doing?”

  “Walking around outside, looking at stuff, and thinking about nothing.”

  I recline on the bed and enjoy the cold air on my clean flesh. “I like the outdoors too. As a kid, I camped in my backyard to get away from my fighting parents. Stayed out there all summer once. Mom put food on the back table. I cleaned up with the hose and stayed hydrated the same way. I even had a spot where I shit and pissed. I was a wild man.”

  “That’s both the coolest and saddest story I’ve ever heard,” MJ whispers and takes my hand with her free one.

  “Not sure where you’re getting sad.”

  “I wish you had better parents.”

  “I know you do.”

  “You can have my parents. They’re so wonderful that they’ll let you shit inside.”