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His words make me work harder, and soon his fists are dug into my hair and he’s guiding my mouth back and forth onto his cock over and over again.

“You’ve got me so hard, baby. Keep going.”

I bounce faster, sucking his dick at the same speed as I’m bouncing. I’m so close to coming, but I slow down and hold back. I don’t want to come all over this dildo and miss out on the feeling of sliding onto Ghost’s big, warm dick.

I have to know what his massive body feels like slamming up against me. I have to feel the pressure of his body stretching mine open. I have to hear the sounds he’d make as he slides inside of me.

I’m contemplating this scenario when a heavy bang hits my front door, sending a shriek of anxiety through me at who the hell might be standing outside. Anyone in town could’ve wandered by and got concerned that a motorcycle is parked outside my shop this late at night. The townspeople of Rugged Mountain are thoughtful like that.

I pull off Ghost’s cock in a panic and turn back to see Aaron standing outside, banging on the window.

Oh my God!Oh, my fucking God.

What the hell is he doing here?

Ghost stares down at me, breath measured, gaze wild, his hand under my chin redirecting my focus back to him. “You’re coming for me, baby girl. Don’t stop. That’s an order.”

“What?” My eyes narrow and my pulse kicks up a notch. “Aaron can see us.” The words tumble out sharp with alarm.

I should stop. I should rethink this… but I don’t.

Amusement darkens the edges of Ghost’s expression, and his posture shifts. He’s still relaxed, yet undeniably commanding. That slick smile he’s so good at shows up again. “You’re not with him. You’re with me… so don’t stop.”

Maybe I should be repulsed, but I’m not. The thought of being seen, of being watched, sends a jolt through me, an excitement I hadn’t expected, a temptation I don’t know how to name. My pussy swells and I swear I bounce faster. I swear I suck his cock harder. I swear we both get off on knowing he’s watching. We both get off to the reckless electricity of it all.

Something is wrong with me. I’m a maniac. A very horny, very terrible person. I convince myself that maybe Ghost is right. Aaron doesn’t have a right to wreck another one of my nights. I have every right in the world to keep going.

I bounce faster on the dildo, and suck harder on Ghost’s cock as he moans louder.

The rhythm is relentless, heat curling in my stomach. Everything is sharp, raw, and unbearable in the best possible way, and the banging on the door turns distant as though it’s all part of the storm raging outside.

“Good girl,” Ghost growls, fingers digging into my skin, voice thick with control. “Let him watch you get what he never had the balls to give you.”

Oh, my fucking God, I’m going to come, and it’s going to wreck me.

“Let him see how you should’ve been treated.”

My thighs ache, the pleasure winding impossibly tight. I’m so close.

A splintering. A crack. A crash. Shattered glass skidding across the floor. Everything stops, as my pulse slams against my ribs.

“The hell is this?” Aaron’s voice roars, cutting through the haze like a gunshot.

The air shifts, and a cold awareness floods through my veins as the gravity of the moment slams into me hard, dragging me out of whatever reckless thrill had been keeping me afloat.

This is real, this is happening, and the adventure I’ve been chasing comes to a crashing halt.

Chapter Six

Ghost

Apparently, I haven’t been clear enough about who the fuck I am, because this stupid fucker comes at me with a baseball bat like I’m a sane man.

I’m not.

I crave violence. I crave it like he craves routine, and I don’t like the way he grabbed my girl. I don’t like the way he just broke her fucking door. I don’t like the way he ruined our night.

Cock swinging, I take the bat from his tiny little hands and smash it against his shoulder. It’s a light swing and he’ll walk away from it. “You come at me again, I’ll knock your fucking head off your shoulders.”