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No, I’m done thinking about him. He’s not worth it.

And Kodiak looks at me like he wants me. Really wants me. He’s been by my side since I agreed to coming on this tour. He’s been there to hold me every night since I broke down and considered taking those pills. He’s the one who came to rescue me from Marco.

He’s been open and upfront and honest with me. He’s sweet and kind and fun to be around. And I like him. I’m attracted to him.

But he’s not Riot.

He’s not Riot. And that’s what I need right now. I need his big hand between my legs, turning my thoughts to mush. Making my clit grow warm with an orgasm on the horizon. My insides pulse.

The hardness in his sweats rubs against the side of my thigh. Tingles spread from the contact.

His hand is good, but I want more. I want to obliterate all the parts of me that still somehow belong to Riot. More than that, I want to experience being with Kodiak. I’ve wondered what it would be like to be fucked by him since that night I ground on his lap in the green room. There’s nothing stopping us now.

I run my palm down the front of his sweatpants. He’s big and thick, and imagining him positioning himself between my legs and thrusting into me until I can’t take any more has me right on the edge of an orgasm.

“You are so wet.” He keeps sliding his fingers inside me. The juicy slap of his hand against my pussy fills the silence. “I think you need another finger.”

Gripping the waist of his sweats, I slip my other hand inside and wrap it around his cock. Pre-cum coats my thumb when I roll it across the crown. My fingers barely touch around his girth. “I want you.”

“You’re injured.” He slows. “Covered in bruises. I don’t want to do anything that might hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. You can only make me feel good.” I stroke my hand up and down his length a couple of times. “Please make me feel good. I want you, Kodiak.”

On the third downswing he pushes into my fist with a groan. “You sure?”

“Yes.” Anything is better than letting my thoughts and feelings back in.

He shakes his head. “Scary Girl, you are going to get my shit fucked up.”

“So you don’t—”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” He lifts up and curls his fingers into my pajama bottoms and panties before gently dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside. Standing, he sheds his sweats.

He is imposing in a really big way. Muscular, powerful. Chiseled like a marble statue. Everything in proportion. Even if it swings slightly to the left. I bet he can make that hit a few places in a way that will make my head spin.

“Like what you see, Scary Girl?” He smiles at me, his aqua gaze darker than usual.

Heat crawls into my cheeks. I haven’t had full-blown sex with anyone other than Riot in such a long time... years... and suddenly I’m shy. “Uh-huh.”

“Condom,” he says. “Be right back.”

I could say I’m on birth control now. It seemed like a no brainer after the morning after pill. But there are some steps not worth considering while my heart is as bruised as it is. It’s not because of Riot.

He strides across the room into the bathroom and then comes back.

The mattress shifts under his weight when he crawls on beside me. He loops an arm around my waist and gently draws me close. His other arm becomes a pillow for my head when he puts me on my side.

“I want to be kissing you. I want to be fucking tasting my Scary Girl in every way. Want you under me, then I want you on top of me. I want you sweating and panting and crying out for me. But right now, what you want and what you need seem to be two different things.” His chest is hot against my back. His thighs are pressed to the back of mine.

He rolls his hips forward and his cock strokes along my ass crack. It’s leaking so much that he could probably slide into my ass without lubrication, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rolls his hips again, drawing back and thrusting forward. This time he rubs along my clit, smearing my arousal with his pre-cum and making me a quivering mess.

Ripping into the square package, he takes out the condom and tosses the foil. He slips from between my legs so he can roll the thin rubber on before nestling his cock at my entrance.

Punching forward, he fills me and stills. Well, he tries to. His cock twitches inside me.

Good Lord, that’s what I need. My pussy responds by tightening. A tiny whimper escapes me.

“Going to go nice and slow.” He fucks into me as promised. Gradual and careful. His hand on my waist moves over my mound. His fingers dig between my thighs, and he rolls one around my clit.