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“That better?”

I smile and grab his hard dick. I start to move up and down his shaft. “You tell me. Is that better?”

“Much.” He kisses me again.

Water runs over both of us, flattening my hair against my shoulders and washing the last of the dried tears off my face. His hands move over me slowly at first, and I almost complain until I realize this isn't hesitation.

He kisses me until my back meets tile and the water beats against his shoulders instead of mine. I still have my hand wrapped around him, slowly pulling on it, watching him try to be productive while I give him a hand job.

“I want you inside of me,” I tell him.

“I need to get a condom.”

“No. I told you to stop being careful. I want you inside of me, now. We can pull out.”

He picks me up, keeping my back against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He positions himself at my entrance, and I loosen my grip on his hips, sliding down onto him. He opens me, the angle different than any other position we’ve done.

The angle puts him so deep my mouth falls open. Every hard thrust catches the same place, and after everything that has been wound tight inside me all day, I don't last.

“You like it hard like that, Tallulah?”

“Yes. Oh, my God, yes. You’re so big, Rhodes. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop, Tallulah. I—” He stops talking and rams into me so hard I see stars. Then he pulls out and empties himself down the drain. I don’t want to be done.

His cock is still half-hard. I wrap my hand around him again and stroke him slowly, dragging my thumb over the head before sliding back down. My other hand cups his balls, and within a few strokes he is hardening in my palm.

“Ask if I want more,” I demand as he bends to kiss my neck.

His gaze drops to my mouth.

"Do you?"

"Yes."

He kisses me again. “Bend over. Hold onto the wall.”

Then he places one hand on my hip, and the other on my neck. He lines himself up and pushes into me. He isn't completely hard again yet, but when he pushes into me, I don't care.

After two pumps, he’s fully erect. I love feeling him grow as he holds me with authority and gives it all to me.

I cry out for him as he fucks me from behind. He’s not being careful with me, and that is more of a turn-on than any of this.

It’s shorter the second time, but by the time he stops, my legs aren't worth much. He holds me under the water for a while without asking me anything, then reaches for the shampoo.

I let him wash my hair. He works the soap over my shoulders and down my back. He doesn't turn it into anything else. He just takes care of me because I let him.

By the time the water starts cooling, whatever was left of my anger has burned down into something I can carry. Rhodes shuts off the shower, reaches for a towel, and wraps it around me.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Rhodes

The Permit Record: Every application, letter, and inquiry filed with a review board becomes part of a public file that outlives whoever filed it. Nothing is ever taken out of that file. Things are only ever added to it.

The truck is already doing seventy when the on-ramp straightens out.

I don't remember choosing the interstate. I think about how I left Tallulah asleep in my bed. Now the concrete is under me, and the city is falling away in the mirror. My hands are at ten and two the way Vin drilled into me at fifteen.