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“Yes.” The word comes out on a whimper as tiny pinpricks of pain bloom on my scalp. It hurts just enough to excite me.
“Good girl.” He draws his hips back, then slams into me, deeper than ever before.
“Henry,”I wail, clinging to the box.
He leans forward, pressing his chest to my back, and kisses the side of my neck. “Want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good answer.” He kisses me again, then straightens. “Hold on tight, Princess.”
23
HENRY
Mood Music: “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails
Feral.That’s what I’ve become. My mind and body burn with the need to claim Rowan as mine.
My hips slap against her plush ass as I fuck her. Hard. Without a hint of restraint. Releasing her hair, I grip her shoulders to hold her in place. Every thrust unhinges me more.
A gust of wind swirls snowflakes into my truck—chilling my bare ass—but I don’t give a fuck. Not even an avalanche could stop me. I’ve never felt so alive.
She clenches around me, wailing my name as she claws at the floor. I move even faster. Suddenly, the box she’s lying on collapses, pitching her forward. I land on top of her with a grunt. The move forces my chaotic thrusts into a slow grind. Some distant part of my brain recognizes the fact that we’re damaging someone’s shit, but it’s not enough to make me stop.
Rolling my hips, I bury my face in her hair. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Please don’t stop.” Rowan squirms beneath me, panting. “I’m gonna come.”
“Let me hear you, Princess.”
A few more thrusts and she’s there.
She releases a throaty moan, spasming around me as wave after wave of pleasure slams through her. Her body’s grip on my cock and the way she’s wailing my name send me over the edge.
The animal inside me takes over. Growling, I pound my cock inside her and come hard and fast. Each throbbing pulse releases my pent-up frustration and jealousy. I let go of every minute I spent wishing she were mine. All the angst, the yearning, pours out of me. I moan her name as the pain and fear from my past, retract their claws. The loneliness that clings to me fades. The demons that haunt my memories finally recede into the shadows. And for a moment, all the darkness leaves me.
I don’t know shit about shit, but I do know this: I will do whatever it takes to stay in the light.
I fuck her until I’m dizzy. Until my thighs give out and all I can do is lie on top of her gasping. Neither of us move for several beats. The only sounds are the wind, our breathing, and…strange music.
“What the hell is that?” Craning her neck, she peers over her shoulder at me. “Do you hear something?”
“Yeah.” It takes a moment for me to realize the muffled tune is coming from inside the box we’re lying on. I pull out of her and scramble into a kneel, then tap her on the ass. “Get up.”
Rowan slowly presses herself up to her elbows, then rolls to the side and scoots off the box. The music grows louder. Now that we’re no longer on top of it, I can make out the words, and I knowexactlywhat’s in the box.
A mechanical voice sings, “Take me to the river.”
I bark out a laugh. “That’s fucking ironic.”
Rowan eyes me. “What do you think it is?”
“It’s one of those motion-sensor, singing fish that old guys like to hang up in their garages. You know, Big Mouth Billy Bass. You’ve seen them, right?”
Nodding, she giggles. “Not in person, but I know what you mean. I saw it on an episode ofThe Office.” She tilts her head to the side. “Why’s it ironic?”
“Because it’s saying, ‘Take me to the river,’ and you just told me you’re quitting your job at The River.” And no sweeter words had ever been spoken.
