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did, but Nadia managed to make me even harder. We were both close to the edge. Any second now, we would fall over.
    I picked up Nadia and spun her around so that I came into her from behind. She leaned on the table, grabbing the flimsy wood for support. She would need it.
    "Open up wide, baby," I said.
    I spread her legs further apart until they were as wide as they could go. Then I started to pound. I slammed into Nadia over and over again, making her scream with her cheek pressed against the table.
    In this position, she couldn't struggle. My hands pinned her arms down and my feet kept her from moving her legs. I was totally in control. All she could do was lay there while I gave her a ride of her life.
    Nadia's ass jiggled as I pumped in and out. With one hand, I slapped each cheek.
    There was only so much that she could take. Before long, Nadia's body started to shake. Her pussy tightened around me, squeezing until I knew I would come too. I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers as I went in for a final thrust.
    Time stopped. There was nothing else that mattered. Nadia was in my arms. What else did I need?
    When time started up again, we were both in bed. I must've carried her over. She was curled up, staring at me with those big brown eyes. I almost couldn't look back.

EIGHT

    "HUNTER," I ASKED. "WHAT are you doing here?"
    The words seemed to fall out of my mouth. Once we were out, I wanted to take them back, but I couldn't. What would he say? Would he tell me the truth? A lie? Would I even know the difference?
    I should have asked later. Some other time when we weren't sprawled out on the bed after he'd fucked me on a table. That couldn't have been the best time. Oh well. It was too late now to take the words back. I couldn't live in a dream world anymore.
    "What am I doing? Could say I'm resting up for another round," Hunter said. A smirk came over his face.
    "No," I said. "What are you doing here, in my town?"
    The smirk disappeared. Hunter's face went serious.
    "I'm just passing through," he said.
    "So why don't you ever take me back to your place? Why are we always in random hotels?"
    "You know our clubs don't get along," he said.
    That was true, but I could tell that it wasn't the whole truth. What was he keeping from me?
    "Why –"
    I was cut off by the ringing of Hunter's phone. He got up to answer it, but stopped when he saw the screen. Instead of answering, he put the phone on silent and came back to bed.
    "Who was that?" I asked.
    "No one," he said. "Nothing important."
    I lowered my head, curling in on myself. My body felt heavy. It was like I was falling into a deep dark hole. I wanted to yell, scream, but I couldn't. The sounds caught in my throat.
    I didn't have anything to prove it, but it felt like he was feeding me one lie after another. Why?
    An answer kept itself at the back of my mind, but I didn't want to believe it. It didn't seem fair. I looked back up, letting my eyes travel over Hunter's body. As I looked at him, I saw many things. I saw the map of scars that covered his skin. The sweat that dripped over his muscles. The one man I wasn't supposed to fall for.
    Was that what a killer looked like?
    Hunter's hand was still bleeding. I grabbed it and sat up.
    I probably should have just left. Maybe I should have asked him directly, "Did you kill my Uncle Slick?" But I didn't.
    Instead, I pulled Hunter over to the bathroom and ran water over his bleeding knuckles. I wanted this time to last just a little longer. Just a little .  
    I found the first aid kit and pressed antibiotics into the wound. His hands were rough and large, covered in calluses. Were those the hands of a killer? Did they get bloody ending the life of an old man?
    Maybe this would be the last time I saw Hunter. It was selfish, but I wanted to treasure this little moment. I should have called home and let them know, but I didn't. I held on to Hunter's lie. Stupid, right?
    His lips pressed against my forehead.
    "I got you