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Because the more I learn, the more I am absolutely convinced Sterling’s behind what’s happened. And once the refugees are safely in our compound…

Well, the next step is to hunt these murderous thugs and eliminate their ability to exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide.

Because I don’t want to raise any child of mine in a fear-filled world, and those refugees we’ll be protecting deserve to have their losses and terror avenged.

Chapter Fifty-One

Mal

A dream cum true

It’s still dark outside but not long until dawn when I awaken. I have the barest hint of a memory of Todd carrying me back to my apartment last night and tucking me in, and…

Sigh.

I’m still wrapped in my towel.

I also have a problem, and I know our play last night revolved around me being Todd’s good boy and not jerking off, but my morning wood is nearly painful. Not even a cold shower will knock this tentpole down.

Fuck it. I’ll take my chances getting “punished” later.

Oh, noes, don’t threaten me with a good time.

From my pillowcase, I grab his shirt I swiped, press my face into it, close my eyes, wrap my fingers around my cock, and imagine walking over to Todd’s room where I climb onto his bed, straddle him, and?—

Oh, yeah.

My cock loves that fantasy. So much so I need to ease up because I nearly explode, and I want to stretch this out a little.

I slow my strokes and imagine what it’d feel like having that gorgeous cock of his sliding up my ass, slowly riding him while he strokes my cock.

Yum!

This is something I could quickly get addicted to in real life, much less fantasizing about it.

I wonder how much trouble I’d be in if I talked him into fucking me now?

Then again, I don’t want to get him in trouble with Jax. And I damn sure don’t want to do anything to get myself kicked out of here.

I need to say something to him.

As I stroke my cock I make it last, pretend I’m staring down at him, those deep brown eyes of his focused on me, his hungry gaze filled with possessive fire.

Yeah, I’d enjoy getting to slut around, but I want to feel…

Owned.

Possessed.

As if someone gives a damn about me as a person because they love me.

Again, not like my mom loves me. Ew.

Someone safe to come home to every night, to give myself to, who loves me for me and never wants to let me go.

I don’t know how long I lie there stroking, edging myself, dragging it out because if I can’t have the real thing right now, at least a bitch can dream, right?

In my fantasy, I feel him growing closer, closer, nearly ready to come inside me and he gasps, “I’m close!”