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I’m facing the fire, and the trio sitting around it, the humor slipping off their faces. “I’d appreciate a heads up before you decide to get my wife high again.”
They nod and I turn away, cargo secured on my back.
“Party pooper,” Savannah’s head lolls forward until she’s resting her chin on my shoulder.
I gently tap my temple to hers. “Don’t fall asleep back there, I need you holding on.”
She shifts her grip, her arms looped around my neck in a hug, and I start walking back to the house.
With the dog trotting next to us, we cross the yard in near silence, and it takes all I have to focus on my steps.
The way her legs are spread around my back… It’s fucking killing me.
The thin, soft pants she’s wearing, that I’ve wanted to touch all night, are doing nothing to mask the heat of her cunt on my lower back. And my cotton shirt is hardly any better.
My thickening dick is making my pants uncomfortable.
What I wouldn’t give to throw her into the grass right now and bury my face in her pussy.
I bet with my mouth on her, she’d get soaking wet.
I bet she’s noisy.
I bet she tastes like lust.
“Why haven’t I heard of The Alliance?” Savannah’s question tears my mind away from my cock.
“It’s not exactly common knowledge.”
“But you said people know about you now.” Her big tits push against my back with every inhale, and feeling the vibrations of her voice through her chest is extremely distracting.
“I meant people in the underground.”
“The underground?”
“Bad men, Savannah,” I clarify, though I’m not sure she’ll remember this conversation.
“Bad men, like you.” She doesn’t really say it like a question, but there’s something in her tone that hints at disbelief. Like maybe she’s starting to question if I’m a bad man.
Even though she caught me standing over my brother-in-law’s corpse.
“Like me,” I repeat back.
CHAPTER33
Savannah
I’ve been standingat the sink for too long, trying to remember how to brush my teeth.
This is not the pot I tried in college.
Finally, I jam the brush in my mouth and give it my best effort before rinsing and turning off the lights.
King carried me all the way to our room.
All. The. Way.
He might have been breathing hard, but I was too busy trying to not pass out and fall off to notice.