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He fucks me slowly, almost tenderly, like we have all the time in the world, and I cling to him. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself in place while he slides in and out of me. The bed squeaks in the background, but the sound disappears between our breaths. I climb higher and higher toward the finish line, and I look up and stare into Quinton’s eyes.
“Did you hear me thinking?” I ask. “No, but I felt something poking me.” Aspen yawns, looking fucking adorable. “Can’t help it.” I shrug. “Morning wood.”
It hits me then, like running head on into a brick wall. My father’s voice fills my head, and I remember the riddle he gave me that I could not solve. I’m not sure why it took me so long to piece the puzzle together. Q’s mom is dead, and my father told me the answer to Q’s questions is Xander, which means…
I miss his comforting touch, the heat of his body, his presence. Most of all, his protection. When I’m with Quinton, I feel safe, like nothing can hurt me. At least out there, it was like that. Out there, he wasn’t my enemy. He was my protector. I wish we could have stayed that way forever. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s possible.

