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I write the words I love you too across his chest with my finger and then bend down and press a kiss right over his heart. I can feel it beating under my lips.

He lifts his hips and pushes his pajama pants down past his knees and then grips my waist pulling me down on him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Just like this. Just go slow.”

I rest my flat palms on the bed on either side of his shoulders, trying to keep my weight on my knees and then I lower myself over him until he fills me completely.

“Oh God,” we both moan together.

“You feel so good Amy.”

I try to move slowly over him without hurting his ribs. I sit up on my knees and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and let it fall away, watching Dillon’s eyes travel over my body. He’s in pain. He can’t move and I can tell he’s struggling.

“Touch yourself for me, Amy.” His words and the look on his face give me confidence. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. I close my eyes and lightly rub at my nipples with the tips of my fingers until they stiffen. That familiar tingling sensation flows through my body and my hips start to rock against him. I fondle my breasts, squeezing them and massaging them and pulling on my nipples, just hard enough to feel a bit of pain mix with the pleasure. My core starts throbbing. I let one hand drift down my belly to between my legs and I start to slowly rub circles over the swollen nub that is pulsing with need. I open my eyes to see Dillon watching me intently.

“Shit, Amy. You’re so beautiful.”

He looks at me with such intensity in his eyes. He needs me. He thinks I’m beautiful. He loves me. Me.

“Oh God Dillon.” A spark of intense emotions charge me. I start to bounce on him, panting heavily. Up and down, up and down, frantically, trying to satisfy my desperate need to climax. I bounce on my knees while squeezing my nipples hard with one hand and rubbing my clit feverishly with the other. I throw my head back, biting on my lip to stop myself from screaming as each and every muscle in my body clenches around Dillon.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Dillon groans.

“Come inside me Dillon. I want to feel it.” My eyes find his just as my name falls from his lips in a breathless sigh. His body immediately tenses, his jaw tightens, his fingers bruise my skin as they dig deeper into my hips.

I feel him come inside me. I feel him swell and I feel the warm fluid fill me as my body hugs his. I collapse on top of him, every single muscle completely exhausted.

“Fuck!” He grunts and squirms beneath me.

Oh shit! I forgot. I was bouncing on him like he was a cushion and his ribs are cracked. “Oh God Dillon, I’m so sorry.” I jump off of him, bouncing on the mattress and landing beside him. He hasn’t moved an inch. He just lays there in all his glory, the fluffy pillow still pushed against his side, moaning in agony.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, holding my hand over my mouth.

He turns his head and looks at me with a crooked grin. “It was so worth it. You’re so worth it. That was amazing.”

“It was,” I breathe out, still trying to settle down. We lay breathless side by side with our heads turned towards each other, our faces inches apart. I feel such an intense emotional connection with him. I have since I saw him for the first time through the fence. “I love you,” I whisper.

“Come here.” He holds his arms out for me.

“Aren’t you sore?”

“I’m okay.” I crawl into his arms, curling up against his warm body and breathing him in. “I love you, too,” he whispers into my hair. “Don’t ever think that you don’t belong in my life. You are meant to be here with me.”





CHAPTER 24





Amy



“Amy, this is Ellen Schafer.”

I nod. I know who she is. Detective Douglas told me about her after they investigated Alex Schafer. She’s the wife of Alex Schafer, the fat man in the suit who owned the land we lived on, the one that brought us the boxes, my grandfather. She’s David’s mother. She’s my grandmother. She looks old and frail. Her hair is thin and her face distraught. She wears expensive clothes and her perfume smells like flowers. I can tell she was a beautiful woman long ago, but she looks worn now.

“Ellen was the one that called me and then warned the police about David coming here. She wants you to know the truth,” Ray says, holding my hand as we sit on the couch facing the stranger that is about to tell me the secrets my mother kept from me my whole life.

Dillon wraps his arm around me so I can lean on him and kisses my temple, letting me know he’s here for me.