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Good girl.

I’m his good girl.

A handon my mouth startles me awake. My eyes snap open into the dark room. Our bedroom.

The coldest blue eyes stare at me.

James. He’s lying on top of me. His free hand is cupping my cheek. He’s leaning on his forearm, a human shield around my body.

Shh, he mouths. This isn’t his regularshhbefore he shoves his cock into me. He doesn’t addtake it like a good girl.

We have company.

The longer the silence stretches between us, the more aware I become of it. Of the sounds in our home.

Soft rain patters against the windows.

And heavy footsteps echo from the main floor.

I curl my fingers around James’s wrist, communicating to him that I’m aware of our situation. That I won’t scream.

Good thing I have everything set under the bed to help him.

If it comes to that.

He releases my mouth, crashing his lips to mine. It’s a desperate kiss. Rough and ravenous. Teeth, lips, tongues. He sucks and tugs. My whole soul reaches for him.

He’s hard, straining the sweatpants he put on after he fucked me in the shower.

“I’m going down there.” One last grind, one last time that he lets me feel every ridge of his cock. “Stay here until I call you.”

James is out of bed, going for the gun he left on his bedside table.

“Let me come with you.” I’m up, swinging my feet to the floor. Yes, I have a plan. But it crushes me to think of him being down there alone. “Please.”

“No.” James loads his gun, his expression determined. “Seeing you will only trigger him further, and he’s pretty untethered right now. He has to be if he has the nerve to show up here. I need to have the upper hand, and I can’t do that if I’m worrying about you. If he’s an unexpected loose cannon. I’ll call you, I swear I will.”

The twisting in my chest hurts. The thought of letting him out of my sight is devastating. I don’t want to have to resort to plan B. I want to be there every step of the way.

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure?” James grips my chin, lowering his face to mine until we’re eye to eye. “Am I fucking sure? About what? About how I’ll never let anyone hurt you? How I need to kill him for all the shit he’s said and done to you? The answer is yes. It’ll always be yes. I’ll do whatever it takes so we can spend the rest of our lives together. Our very, very long lives. Understood?”

Is it sick that I’m wet? That my nipples are poking through the thin material of my night T-shirt?

Probably.

I lean in to kiss him. Have to have another taste. Not the last one.

We’ll have more.

So. Many. More.

“Understood.”

“He didn’t come here by himself,” James whispers again as he checks his phone. I get up to see Topher and Camden on his screen, searching for us in every room.

“You said you didn’t have cameras here.” I frown at the screen, then at him.