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I try to twist away, but he doesn’t let me. His cock jerks inside of me.
Reminding me of our literal connection.
“I want you, Orzo,” I admit, shutting my eyes. “But I’m scared. Afraid what wanting you will cause. Let me split my interest, it’s safer that way.”
And I believe that with my entire being. My bad luck won’t smite him if he doesn’t have my sole attention.
And besides that…
Two men’s faces flicker behind my eyelids.
He jolts to a stop, and my eyes flash open.
He stares for a few charged beats, a thousand unreadable emotions flickering across his face. But then his lips quirk with his intent.
“I will”—he pounds into me— “take whatever"—pound—“you are”—pound—“willing to”—pound—”offer.” He growls the last word out, the vibrations of it echoing through my body.
My ass drags back on the counter, his chest hits my sensitive nipples, his rough fingers find my clit.
It doesn’t take long for the motley of sensations to rush up and out like an uncontrollable torpedo.
My hands wrap around his neck, my eyes flash open as I clench around his cock, spasming over and over again as he snaps his hips a few more times.
And then he grunts, heat filling me with proof of his release.
He exhales heavily, pressing his wet forehead to mine.
“You’re going to let me love you, Cinnamon.” He carefully removes the bag clips, dropping them to the bar.
And then he gently lifts my body off the bar while he is still buried deep inside and carries me to his bathroom.
Perhaps if I wasn’t still riding the high of the pleasure he just tore through me, I would argue.
I would process his words.
But all I can focus on is the peace that fills me.
The warmth.
The happiness.
And how much I don’t deserve it.
36
In a Jam
Kale
It’s the middle of the night but the station is abuzz as I make my way inside.
“Aldente!” Sergeant Cocoa catches me as I attempt to sit in my chair.
Usually the nickname rolls off of me, but tonight is different.
He’s right to call me that.
Stiffly, I turn to him and don’t fight him on it.
