Chapter 47

Elly

Every touch brought more relief. Elly allowed her head to roll back onto Darren’s shoulder as his lips claimed one side of her neck and Dane’s claimed the other. As far as fever dreams went this was way better than her dead mother telling her she shouldn’t be alive.

The fact that feeling Darren’s fingers against her skin didn’t make her want to vomit was all the proof she needed that none of it was real. Dane’s hands slid down and grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips returned to hers. Darren put his hands up her t-shirt and let them roam over every bit of skin he could reach.

It didn’t take long before her shirt was yanked over her head and forgotten on the floor. A moan escaped her. She needed to feel more of them. They needed to be closer. It was the only thing driving her fever away. They pressed against her harder as though they could tell exactly what she needed. As quickly as it escalated it was over. Elly open