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“I don’t know how,” I whisper.

He shows me,and it’s not as bad as I thought. My head is empty, my mouth is full. Yet, he’s the one eating from me, sinking his teeth into me before I was ready to be bitten.He keeps coming back, night after night, until I’m pregnant. And I wish he’d just given me a few years before making me his woman.

NOW

I feel the sweet pleasure of Jensen Childress. It fills my mouth and spills over my tongue, soapy, salty, and intoxicating. Recklessly, I push my face into his lap, taking him as deep as I can, letting him pump his cum down my throat.

He releases my hair and strokes down my back, gripping my thigh. The muscles of his thighs relax. His fingers cradle my chin, lifting my face.

“Show me.” His pale eyes are wide, blown out.

My lips part, my tongue pushingout. His eyes drop, looking at his cum. Neither of us move until it inches to the tip of my tongue and drips. Then, his other hand opens, catching it. The fingers on mychin guide my head down. I know what he wants, and I want it too. It’s not degrading.With him, it’s so gentle.

I lick it from his palm.

“Swallow for me, baby,” he breathes.

I do, because with him, I’m hungry. And this iswhat I want.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

JENSEN

My nerves buzz all the way home. Surprisingly, it’s not from shooting two of the Caudills’ men. No, that felt good, like revenge. It’s from the way she looked at me when she lifted her head, eyes burning, face flushed, breasts heaving. Della is a wild thing, on the cusp of self-discovery. I’m not sorry to be the man she’s discovering herself with.

We go back to the house. I glance over my shoulder the entire time, but nobody else follows us.

“Do you want help with the…blood?” she asks, climbing out of the truck.

I shake my head. “No. Go inside.”

She obeys, leaving me parked under the tree. Flies buzz over the bloody truck bed. I make a slow circle to double-check there isn’t a hose before I go to the barn, searching until I find two water tankards.

My horse, Godspeed, loiters in the barn. I take him out of his stall, tie the tankards together, and sling them over his back. We head down the hill to the creek. In the shadow of the pawpaws, I fill them up and secure them to his back so they don’t slide off on the way up.

When I get back, she’s out of her dirty clothes and in that blue sundress. It’s tight, clinging to her body, and she wears it without a bra, pink nipples just visible. Her eyes narrow as she watches me haul the water into the truck bed and wash it out.

“You hungry?” she says finally.

“Yeah,” I say, not turning as I hang the empty tankards back over Godspeed.

“Alright,” she says. “I’ll start dinner when you get back.”

I turn to go, but she lets out a low whistle. My dick twitches, thinking about getting her into bed later. For right now, I drop Godspeed’s reins and come to the edge of the porch. She gives me a playful smile. I reach out, pushing my hand under her skirt to grip her thigh, and pull her to the edge.

“Give me a kiss, baby,” I say.

She leans in and kisses me, even though I’m still bloody and coated in dried sweat. If that didn’t stop her sucking my dick earlier, it won’t stop her giving me a kiss. I slide my hand up, touching just below her naked pussy.

I’m gonna miss her the minute she’s out of sight.

Her eyes follow me as I take Godspeed back down the ravine to get more water. I’m filling the jug when I see a flicker in the mud. Crawfish, lots of them. Della would like that. Working quickly, I scoop them up one by one and take my handkerchief out, making a bundle to tuck under Godspeed’s makeshift harness. Then, we head back up the hill.

She’s sitting on the steps, bare feet in the sun.

“What’s that?” she asks when I hold the handkerchief out.

“Crawfish,” I say. “You can make them up for dinner so we have some meat. Think we’re all out of pork belly.”