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A charity orgasm.

If I weren’t so far gone, I would’ve hated her for that. I would’ve pushed her away—no matter how incredible she worked me. I wouldn’t have put up with such underhanded manipulation.

But I wasn’t in the right head space.

I’d fallen for a girl who didn’t want me and barely accepted my friendship. If she wanted to pity hand-job me, then fine, I’d take what I could get.

My hands clutched her hair, kissing her harder, deeper, giving up and thrusting over and over into her palm.

She let me.

Her fingers tightened, giving me the perfect noose to jack off into. Her thumb swirled around my crown and her spare hand vanished between my legs to play with my balls.

Everything she did was utterly perfect. It was as if she’d been born knowing my code. That she’d hacked every part of my anatomy and owned me.

“I love touching you like this, G.” Her whisper fed my starving lungs.

I couldn’t hold off anymore.

Every muscle jerked, tightening to the point of cramp.

My balls became bombs; my cock the cannon.

I came.

And came.

And came all over her hand and my stomach.

I trembled and twitched as she kept going, milking my extremely sensitive body. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Breathing hard, I slowly came back to earth and opened my eyes.

I stared at her.

She stared back.

No words were spoken but we knew.

We knew that this couldn’t be ignored.

Wordlessly, she stood, rinsed her hands in the fuselage we kept topped with seawater and crawled into her bed.

She went to sleep with her back facing me.

But I stayed awake until morning, alternating between shock and sedation. Thankfulness and plotting.

All rules were broken.

She said it was returning the favour.

I called it asking for trouble.

She’d been the one to touch me.

Now, I would be the one to touch her.





Chapter Thirty-Five


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E S T E L L E

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I buckled. I submitted. No, I gave in.

Feeling you come apart. Watching you fall apart. Listening to you break apart.

It makes me want you so much more. Too much more. Terrifyingly more.

I failed. I lost. No, I finally let myself win.

Taken from the notepad of E.E.

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WHAT WAS I thinking?

The sun had risen an hour ago, and still, I slept on my side, facing away from Galloway. Every time I thought about what I’d done in the dark, my body flushed, my nipples ached, and the tingle of a desperately needed release drove me insane.

The way he’d given in to me.

The way he smelled of cedar and liquorice even though he hadn’t used shampoo or aftershave in weeks.

The way his muscles trembled and body hardened and eyes fluttered and lips kissed and hands clenched and breathing stuttered and and...

An arc of desire throbbed in my clit.

I shuddered, curling into myself with need.

I’d given him pleasure. I’d taken pleasure from giving him pleasure.

But now...now, I suffered.

I was more turned on than any point in my life. I could barely move without my thighs pressing together and my hips rocking to find relief. I could barely breathe without my breasts rubbing my t-shirt and my nipples sparking with ten thousand demands to be touched, sucked, bitten.

My brain was useless. My body was obsessed. I had to. I had to. I had to find relief.

I wasn’t Estelle. I was female. I was sex.

And I wanted, wanted, wanted.

With every inhale, I promised myself the freedom to spin around and beg Galloway to take me. With each exhale, I broke every vow and huddled tighter in the sand.

You can’t.

I couldn’t remember why.

But I couldn’t execute the day, talk to the children, or pretend to be normal in this state.

Hurling myself out of bed, I kept my back to Galloway and fled into the forest.

I ran and ran until I was far enough from the camp and sprawled against the bamboo thicket I’d adopted as my writing nook. My cotton shorts came down. My hand disappeared into my wetness.

And I fingered myself all while my thoughts belonged to Galloway.

Galloway.

Galloway.

Galloway.





Chapter Thirty-Six


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G A L L O W A Y

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SHE RAN.

I saw her. I watched her. I didn’t move as she bolted from her bed and into the forest. She had a habit of disappearing into the trees for reasons I couldn’t fathom.

But this reason...I understood completely.

I knew what she was doing.

I pictured exactly how she would look.

And I grew hard all over again knowing she had to relieve herself from the need compounding every day between us.

After last night, after what she’d done to me, she couldn’t deny it anymore.

She wanted me. Far, far more than she let on.

She’d put me out of my misery for a few hours. One day (hopefully soon), she’d let me put her out of hers. And when that day came, I’d take my time. I’d tease the hell out of her before finally transporting her into heaven.