My head jerks back at the tightness as he fills me to the brink. Once his knees are digging into the bed, he pulls me onto his lap where our mouths join again. He’s in total control as he guides me up and down his cock, his tongue searching for mine while I fight off every little moan that breaks away from my chest.
My arms slide around his neck, and I start to lead, taking him faster and deeper with each rock of my hips. I don’t know how long we move like this—our hearts beating together as our bodies create a magical friction of love and desire—but with Anderson, I know what it feels like to be suspended in pure bliss.
Like now, when my climax captures me and I open my eyes to find Anderson right there too. We’re one—one breath, one heart, one body—and when one of us falls… we fall together.
His warm release fills me while mine rockets through my body. I cling to him like he’s my life raft in the deadliest storm, but not because I’m afraid. I’ve been through the worst of it and came out stronger in the end. Storms don’t scare me anymore. It doesn’t matter what Anderson and I are facing—we’ve made a pledge to do it together. So as our mouths connect and we swallow each other’s moans, I’m keeping my promise. A promise I made from the beginning.
“No regrets,” I whisper against his mouth.
He smiles. “No regrets.”
Anderson’s palm is sweaty in mine as we walk along the path toward the south side of camp. About a dozen guests are strolling in from the parking lot, but I can see the worried look in his eyes. “No one is going to come,” he says, dread weighing heavily in his voice.
I squeeze his hand. “Stop it. You don’t know that.”
“Anderson! Hope!” Silver rushes up to us, her bright gray eyes practically glowing under the night lights. “You’ll never believe this.” She pulls out her phone and taps on the security monitoring app then hands the phone to Anderson.
Our gasps come at the same time when I watch as the camera picks up a long line of cars currently stopped at the gate. “They’re coming to the party?” My words are nearly breathless from my shock.
Silver laughs. “Yes. Security had to stop them at the gate so I could get someone to help with parking. Looks like we’re going to have a full house tonight.”
I squeal and leap into her arms, hugging my best friend as tightly as I can. “That’s the best news ever.”
“Oh, that’s not the last of my news,” Silver says with a laugh as I disconnect my octopus arms from her. “Though I’m not so sure how you’re going to take this one, Anderson.”
She makes a cringe face, and my heart plunges into my toes. I can tell by the sparkle in her eyes that whatever bad news is about to come is something she finds more humorous than anything.
Anderson frowns. “Geez, just rip the bandage off. I can’t take any more surprises.”
Silver bites down on her lip and nods toward the parking lot where a man with a backward cap, shredded jeans, a plaid green shirt, and the moodiest expression I’ve ever seen is strutting toward us with a large leather bag slung over his shoulder.
“Holy shit.” Anderson’s mouth practically drops to the ground.
Before I question anything, the man’s eyes land on Anderson, and he stops dead in his tracks then drops his bag at his feet. The man extends his arms and raises his brows. “Guess who’s back, bitches?”
I look up at Anderson, who has composed himself somewhat, and ask, “Is that who I think it is?”
Anderson nods, his eyes never shifting from the man with the dangerous gleam in his eyes. “The one and only Benson Bexley, in the flesh. And he still looks like a pile of trouble.”
I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle my laugh. “Sounds like life at Camp Bexley is about to get interesting.”
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Over the Moon
PROLOGUE
Steam from my shower envelops me as blood washes off my skin and circles the drain. I’m not sure how long I stand there and watch the crimson swirl like an endless ball of unraveling string. I’m not even certain how much, if any, of the blood belongs to me. While my skin is welted and bruised and a permanent knot continues to tighten in my gut, I don’t see or feel a single open wound on my body.
The desperate need to scream claws up my throat, and tears prick the backs of my eyes as they threaten to burst all over again. The anger comes in waves, pushing me toward the riptide, no matter how hard or fast I fight to swim away. It’s the darkest battle I’ve ever faced, yet somehow, I know it’s only the beginning.
When the red finally fades, I tear my eyes from the drain and shut off the water. I reach for a folded towel, and my injured arm screams in pain at the simple motion. Still, I manage to get the stiff fabric around my body before daring a look into the mirror. Fog over the glass blocks my view, but that doesn’t matter. I can still feel the map of scars that cover my body.
Seventy-two hours have passed since I ran away. It’s been bus stop after bus stop, evidence of my injuries cloaked under a big gray hoodie and baggy sweatpants. Now, I need to figure out my next move. While leaving was always the plan, I didn’t expect it to go down like that. Still, running away from home was easy. Settling into somewhere new… That will be the challenging part.
After easing my aching body into a fresh set of clothes, I open the bathroom door and am instantly blasted with icy-cool air and a brightly lit hotel room. I’m alone, and everything is where I left it, save for the manila envelope that’s currently sliding through the crack at the bottom of the hotel door. I hurry over to the envelope and stuff it inside my duffel bag—there’s no need to look inside since I already know what it contains. I lift my bag over my shoulder, wincing through the pain, then head for the door, stopping only long enough to catch a glance at myself in the long mirror.