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“Yeah, I can get behind a good ‘blow ’em up and kill the bad guys’ movie.” I pushed her back down and she went, settling onto my lap.

“How about you?” I played with her hair, smoothing curls that sprang right back once my hand moved on.

“Chick flicks.”

I groaned.

She laughed. “Yup, pretty much anything with Reese Witherspoon or Sandra Bullock.” She sighed and glanced up at me. “That feels wonderful, you have such talented fingers.”

Turning in to me, she unsnapped my jeans. “I think I need the cure.”

I lifted my hips and she slipped the jeans past my knees. While I watched, inch by slow inch, Red sunk her mouth down on me until her nose touched my groin and then worked her way up with the same careful pace. I leaned back, closing my eyes, while she fucked me with her soft mouth. But soon, I was too turned on to let her have all the fun. I untied her halter and fondled her tits, loving the way she moaned around my cock. I leaned down to unfasten her skirt.

“Take it off.” I pushed down.

Her hands joined mine and soon she was naked.

“Ride me, baby.”

She scrambled atop me and straddled my thighs. “Condom?”

“In the bedroom.” I held her close, gripping her ass, and stood with her clinging to me giggling. Walking with her to my bed, I dropped her down and she bounced with a laugh. I suited up and climbed on top.

“Oh no, I’m on top.” She grinned down at me. “This is my ride.”

She rode me hard until we both found the release we sought. Relaxed, I drew her to me drifting toward sleep.





Chapter Fourteen: Lila

I held on tight to Dare and focused on falling asleep, anything to escape this trailer and the memories I couldn’t banish.

I focused on slow, deep breaths while I cataloged the many ways this wasn’t the trailer of my nightmares. It didn’t resemble the broken-down trailer of my youth and didn’t smell like rancid grease and peppermint schnapps.

Stupid mistake, Lila.

Apprehension knotted in my stomach, so I sucked in another deep breath and blew it out. Repeating the exercise ten times, I no longer wanted to hurl. I blanked my brain, refusing to let my thoughts wander back there.

Instead, I remembered the sweet way Dare made love to me this morning. I mean, there could be no other word for our experience. Our relationship had flown past complicated right into a place I had no name for, because I’d never been this deep, and likely he hadn’t either, if he even thought about it.

I’d felt so safe, loved and cared for that I’d almost cried, but tears had no place in happy. Thinking about this morning, I relaxed and fell asleep.

“Daddy, I won’t do it again,” the redheaded girl pleaded, hand pinching her bleeding, broken nose.

“You no-good cunt, redheaded whore.” He slurred his words.

The girl turned, trying to run. He captured her arm and twisted. She frantically tried to get free. Her eyes glued to the rusted white door, dented where he’d thrown the TV at it. She thought she was slipping free until a crack echoed, and pain crashed through her. She sprawled on the floor and wretched, throwing up the ramen noodles she’d had for supper.

“Not much of a Lilac now, cunt.” He kicked her and her world faded to black.

I bolted upright sweating, a scream on my lips. Movement in the bed sent me in a panicked run from the room and through the front door. I ran until my legs burned with the shallow cuts of the longer grass. I fell to the ground, puking, my breaths shallow and fast. My vision darkened and I feared I’d pass out.

Forcing large breaths of air into my constricted chest hurt, but soon my breathing slowed. My skin itched from the grass surrounding me. I kneeled stark naked in the middle of some field. Dare’s field. Anguish and shame flooded me. He’d witnessed my desperate escape. I’d more than freaked out and rocketed to full insanity.

Footsteps, muffled in the grass, told me he approached. I pushed to my knees, wishing I could disappear, avoid facing him and seeing his pity for the crazy girl who’d run from his bed. He stood behind me, silent, the quiet more accusing than any words.

God, I hadn’t dreamed of that night in over two years. I was beyond fucked up if a perfectly normal, un-horror-show-like trailer conjured such nightmares.

Mentally preparing for his condemnation, I stood and faced him.

The look on his face shocked me. He didn’t judge me. Shame and guilt transformed him into a different man. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to—” He turned away from me.

I tried to find words but couldn’t speak. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Let’s get you dressed.” He offered a hesitant hand.