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And suddenly, my back is to the wall and his hands have left my a.s.s to tangle into my long red hair. He drives his c**k into me, slides my body up so that I lose him, lose this. Then he grinds his hips up.

He’s inside of me again.

Out.

In.

Gritting my teeth, I say, “Oooh, Lucas”—another sting, this time my left breast—“I want to f**king come again.”

Shaking his head, he crushes his lips to mine. I taste wine and menthol and myself. His tongue and c**k seem to be working in unison, exploring and demanding until I’m incoherent.

Until I’m begging him.

Then, he lets go of my hair. It spills between our faces, clinging to our slick skin. His hand squeezes between our bodies, and he rubs my c.l.i.t between his thumb and forefinger. Crying out, I squeeze my legs around him.

I’m falling.

Hard.

Fast.

And in more ways than one.

A moment later, he s.h.i.+vers, and presses his hands into the perspiration at the small of my back. Keeping himself inside of me, he carries me into the bathroom. When he unravels our bodies, he kisses the tips of my fingers.

His eyes never leave mine.

Not when he starts the shower and we wash each other’s bodies.

Not when we towel each other off.

And not even when we lay facing each other, exploring, squeezing. Tasting.

It’s only later—after he’s asleep— that I find the object he flicked my br**sts with whenever he caught me grinding my teeth in the palm of his hand.

It’s a black and red guitar pick.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lucas’s 7am wakeup rule flies out of the window the next morning because we both oversleep. The sound of the hotel room’s telephone shrilling in our ears is what drags us out of bed at a little after nine. I answer the phone, and I’m greeted by a chilly female voice.

“Kylie, put Lucas on the phone, it’s Sam.”

Sam. I try to remember where I’ve heard the name and then I realize this is the person Lucas’s mother had mentioned yesterday, the person who made him tense up in anger. And she’s a woman. I bite my bottom lip, clutching the phone until I feel like I’m seconds away from shattering it.

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