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Is he leaving?
Humiliation floods my chest and tears fill my eyes, but before I can properly react, he’s back, tearing open a small packet with his teeth.
“What—” I start.
He pours a generous amount of lube on his cock and then presses in close, reaching between my legs to rub some of the liquid in my crease. “No one hurts you like that,” he growls. “Not even me.” Then he backs me up into the tailgate, wrestles my pants all the way off, lifts me by my ass cheeks, and presses against my hole. He slides inside to the hilt, the burn quickly turning to pleasure. I throw my head back with a satisfied grunt. Then he pulls back and thrusts in again, his hands gripping my thighs.
Rain starts to fall, and our clothes quickly become heavy, but all I can feel is ecstasy as Marcus fucks into my body furiously.
“Marcus,” I pant. “So close.” My cock is grinding and rubbing against our abs, and the friction is driving me wild.
“I’ll never get used to this. You. So warm and tight. I can’t—”His words melt together, and I manage to catch “I’m coming” before he unloads, holding me on his cock with a strangled cry. It feels like he’s splitting me in half, and his warm release, coupled with his hand jerking over the tip of my cock, sends me spiraling.
I come hard, semen shooting between us as I scream his name, my fingers digging into the back of his neck. Marcus leans forward, his lips slippery with rainwater, and swallows my cries, kissing me through the rest of my orgasm.
We stand against Marcus’s truck for several seconds, catching our breaths. I cling to him as he peppers my face with kisses—my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, my lips—and when I start to shake from the cold, he carries me to the passenger side and sets me in the cab. He reaches behind the seat and pulls out a blanket, tucking it around my body, then pulls up my boxers and pants.
I’m still trembling uncontrollably, my teeth chattering, while hot tears stream down my cheeks, though I don’t really know why I’m crying anymore.
Marcus gets into the driver’s side and starts the truck, cranking up the heat until the ache of the cold starts to dissipate. He turns on the music and reaches across me to buckle my seatbelt. I smile around a yawn when the breathy vocals of Collective Soul start to play.
“No more Radiohead?” I mumble.
He chuckles and pulls out onto the dark county highway.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MARCUS
Ipull into a parking spot at St. Luke’s Hospital and jump out of the car, trying not to choke on my panic. The drive to Brighton was miserable. I pretty much dropped Jeremy off and turned around and came back right after I got a call from Sebastian telling me what happened with Dennis after we left.
Sebastian’s okay. Charlie’s okay. Everyone’s okay.
This is the same hospital they took my stepmom to after Charlie found her, and walking inside makes my stomach clench with nerves. I have to breathe deep to settle the surge of cold fear. Thankfully, Sebastian meets me in the waiting area, and I pull him into a fierce hug. We’re almost the same height, but somehow, the way his body collapses against mine reminds me of the boy I used to comfort.
“Fuck, Seb,” I murmur. “Are you okay?”
He nods against my shoulder, but I can feel the stutter of his breath. I hold him for a beat longer and then pull back, looking him over with concern. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are red and watery. He looks exhausted.
“Sorry,” he croaks. He scratches the back of his head. “It’s been a long day.”
“How’s Fiona?”
“She’s okay. Michaels is with her now. She just has some scratches and a burned foot. But she almost—” He swallows and takes a breath. “Fuck, Marcus, we almost lost her.”
I glance around and then lead Sebastian down a hallway so that we have some privacy. “Tell me what happened.”
He leans against the wall and shakes his head. “I don’t want to go into the details right now, but Michaels’s father cornered us.” His eyes harden with anger. “It was all him. He gave Fi’s stepfather the tracking tech and used him to follow Michaels and Fi. That’s how Dennis kept finding us. Ryan Michaels is such a huge asshole?—”
“Hold up.” I raise my hand. “What? Ryan Michaels is Brantley’sfather?”
Seb nods slowly. “How do you know Ryan Michaels?”
“He’s Dad’s fucking business partner, Seb.”
Sebastian’s mouth opens and closes a few times. “That can’t be right. I mean, I know that I wasn’t involved with Dad’s business shit when we were kids, but Michaels said his father’s company does security tech for the FBI.”
“He’s on the board of Skynet, Seb.”
