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She was molded to me, a perfect fit, her head turned, mouth open as she gasped for breath.
I bent my head to kiss her as I dragged out of her hot pussy, then drove in again as our tongues did a feverish dance.
She moaned and I picked up my pace, pounding into her from behind while I plundered her mouth. She moved with me, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm I could barely hear over the music in the hall and the occasional screams of people making their way through the haunted house.
“I can’t fucking wait to come inside you,” I said, breaking the kiss. “That okay, mouse?”
She slammed back into me, driving me all the way inside her. “Yes!”
I reached around her body and slipped my hand between her thighs, then stroked her clit while I thrust into her again, half afraid I would hurt her with the force of it.
She cried out as she came, her tight little cunt clamping down on my dick as her body convulsed.
I was right behind her, groaning as I spilled everything into her, loving the fact that there was nothing between us, that we were like one person now.
She collapsed against the wall, her breath coming fast and shallow, her head turned so that I could just make out her beautiful face.
I rested my head between her shoulder blades, my dick still inside her.
I never wanted to leave.
“Jesus, mouse. You’re the best fucking fuck I’ve ever had.”
She laughed. “That’s a lot of fucks.”
I kissed the back of her neck. “And here’s to many more.”
It wasn’t a joke. I wanted to fuck her forever.
Wanted to love her forever.
34
CASSIE
Two daysafter Halloween the Hawks and I were at home, still trying to piece together the puzzle of PrincessA, when Maeve called to ask if we wanted to come over.
I thought it was a joke at first.
Bram could still hardly look at the Hawks. Why would he invite us over to the loft?”
But Maeve had insisted the invitation was real, that we would make more progress on PrincessA if we worked together, so we’d piled everything from the storage unit into the G-Wagon and driven to Southside.
Now I could hardly believe we were here — all of us — at the loft Bram shared with Maeve, Poe, and Remy.
I sat at the island working on my phone while Hawk, Poe, and Remy worked on their computers at the dining room table.
Vigo and Jagger were in the living room combing through the FOIA requests for the tenth time, teasing out leads we hadn’t yet followed.
“Where’s Bram?” I asked Maeve, who was turning out an assortment of snacks and sandwiches at an impressive rate.
I never got used to how pretty she was, even in jeans and a red T-shirt, her shiny black hair pulled up into a high ponytail.
She met my eyes. “I think he needed a minute.”
“I’ll go check on him.” I’d fallen down the rabbit hole of PrincessA’s social media account and had been running down every person she followed, but it’s not like I was getting anywhere, and I wanted to make sure my brother was okay.
I’d brought the personal items from the storage unit along with the foam board outlining their investigation into the sex-trafficking organization. I’d told Bram that I had some things to give him, but I hadn’t been prepared for the way he’d gone quiet when the Hawks had brought in the boxes marked with our parents’ handwriting.
