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I want to go bareback with her so fucking bad, but after the Rhonda incident, we haven’t had a chance to talk about protection. I want her to know that I’ll keep her safe, even in this.

When it’s time for us to talk about it, we will, but with clear heads. And probably clothes on.

For now, this time, I’ll do the thinking about this for both of us.

The package is torn open and the latex rolled down my length in seconds.

I settle between her parted thighs.

“Sadie, eyes on me.”

Her lashes flutter open and her dark eyes meet mine.

“There’s my girl.”

Only then do I push into her in one smooth, long stroke.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Made for me,” I tell her. Whispering that and all kinds of things about how perfect she is, how she’s mine. How I’m hers. Everything and nothing as we get lost in each other. Only when she’s come again all over my dick do I finally allow myself to release.

She’s asleep before I take care of the condom. I gather the blankets and cover us so she stays warm. She’s safe in my arms.

Nothing will happen tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough for life to creep back in.

Tomorrow. When we meet her father.

18

SADIE

The sun’srays stream through my window, and I open my eyes.

For a moment, my mind is clear, my body satiated, and next to me is the man of my dreams.

I smile.

Then the previous evening careens back into my mind.

The body.

My brother’s body.

Peterson.

My father.

I have to talk to my father. My mother too, of course. Then I have to wonder if the coroner or Peterson had someone sent to tell them of the news. They’re the next of kin. Not me. The only reason I know is because I’m involved in the case.

Shit. Joey was estranged from Mom as well, so…I want to get to my dad first. Get answers. We all deserve them.

The drive to Billings will take us an hour.

Us. We. I’m assuming Miles will come with me.

I need him to come with me. I haven’t seen or talked to my dad since I checked in with him about Joey when he first disappeared. Then nothing. No news from either of them. Years.

He might be the guy who made me, but he’s nothing but a sperm donor for his lack of involvement in my life.


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