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She whimpered. “Emmy, we should . . .” “Don’t talk,” I growled low over her lips. “I want you.”
“Yes.” I clasped the back of her neck and rolled my hips into her, the heat and sweat already too much to bear. “Open, Alex. Spread your legs for me.”
“Will?” I panted, keeping my eyes closed as she sucked. “I want to be in one of your videos.” Let me put it on the line like them right now, and no going back. Alex groaned. “You sure?” she taunted. “You want a video of you fucking me?” God, yes. I tipped my head down, capturing her lips, the taste of her boiling in my blood. But then Will spoke up. “The train is already wired, baby,” he said in a ragged voice. “Top right corner, behind you.”
I loved it. God, I loved it. I had a heart. I can dive and feel. I knew that now. I was free.
“He watches you like Aydin watched me,” Alex said softly. I squeezed her breast, possessive and hungry. “This isn’t for him,” I whispered.
“I want more. I’m not done with you. I’m not done.”
but just at that moment, something slipped around my neck and I was yanked up, an itchy rope squeezing my skin. Will pulled me against his body, and I tipped my head back, looking up at him as he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he whispered in a raspy voice. “You haven’t left prison yet.”
“Take me back to Thunder Bay.” Back to Neverland. I’m ready.
“I’d rather not walk in on my sisters in some weirdo, bacchanalian sex fest ever again,” he stated. “Understand?”
“I keep forgetting those are his sisters,”
Poor D.
“Thunder Bay is where you don’t have to hide,” I told them. We were a family. We’d had the rug pulled out from under us a long time ago, but we weren’t changing. Everyone else would.
Damon had done all this without me. He was doing so well—without me. I should’ve been here when the kid was born. I should know Madden.
The outfit, the rope, the willing and waiting in bed . . . I wondered when the fight would come, because it would, but God, I loved that she wasn’t rushing back to being my enemy.
I dreaded dealing with her, because even still—after the betrayal—I hadn’t wanted to lose her.
“Winter not coming?” I asked Damon as he climbed into the passenger-side seat. “Not pregnant, she’s not,” he said.
Michael Crist, Kai Mori, Damon Torrance, and Will Grayson were going to have their secluded, seaside resort, because we lasted, and we were going to build something that would, as well.
I tried to pull at the door again, but he reached through the bars and grabbed me by my jeans instead, yanking me in. His mouth crashed down on mine, and for a moment, I was lost in how good he felt. God. My nerves were on fire. I wanted him out of here. I wanted him away from Martin. I wanted him . . . I wanted him.
I kissed him, feeling the goddamn torture of the bars between us. Never again.
“Hell yeah, you love me,” he said, sucking my lips into his mouth. “You’re crazy about me, and you may not be blond or eighteen or named Heidi, but you’re fucking mine, Little Trouble.”
“You’re never getting free of me.”
“Um . . .” someone said, and I blinked, noticing the car had stopped. “Okay, wow. I . . . um . . . I’d love to watch this, actually,” Damon called out, “but Winter will consider it cheating if she’s not here, too. I’ll go ahead and walk home, and you fucking owe me, Will.”
“I still have the bus.” The bus. Our bus?
“I don’t need the Cove,” he said over the rain. “I need more memories with you.” I breathed hard, but I couldn’t move as tears filled my eyes. “Memories that aren’t tainted with all the years apart right afterward,” he explained.
“I build with you now,” he whispered to me, the heat of his mouth on my lips. “We make Thunder Bay together, Em. I love you.”
“Will you marry me?” I asked, breathing hard and my heart hammering.
“I’m wild crazy for you, and I’m sure I’ll kill you at some point, but . . . God, I love you so much, and I want you to marry me.” More tears streamed down my face as I choked out the words. “Marry me, Will Grayson.” I rushed up and hugged his back, wrapping my arms around him. “Can you marry me? Can I marry you?”
“It’s yours now.” He met my eyes. “It’s been yours for nearly ten years.”
“Don’t break this. Don’t break the spell.”
“You and me against the world,”
How does someone so soft and gentle fall in love with Damon Torrance, for crying out loud.
“So, you gonna be a Crist?” Kai teased Michael. “Or a Fane?” “Shut up,” Michael snipped.
“I love you, baby.” “Good,” she told me. “Because I wasn’t actually on the shot like I said I was in the greenhouse.” Huh? My eyes went wide, and I froze for a moment. But then I snorted, diving down and kissing her before I was told. Fuck yeah.
But before I could leave, Will grabbed me, pulled me into his arms, and lifted my mask, kissing me hard and deep, his tongue making me moan.
I was his favorite. No offense, Misha.
“Live for your love,” the judge said, “love your life, and raise hell.”
And with the long, hard road it took to get us here, I’d never trusted any other words more. I kissed him, nothing clouding my happiness with him for another second ever again. This was always our story.
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