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possible. I need her on me, but I want her to enjoy it, so I take my time.
    Her gaze drifts out the window, and I wonder if she’s worried about someone catching us. I pull her back to me and keep her mouth busy on mine. No one is out here except us.
    A vision of Kate lying in her hospital bed, struggling with each breath, creeps into my mind. I push it away.
    I can’t think about her right now. Can’t think about what Tammy said about her maybe not surviving.
    I’m not strong enough to lose anyone else.
    I fight through Kate’s image and focus on Ellie. My hands slip under her shirt, pressing against her ribs. Soft, familiar flesh greets me, and I want more of it.
    “Maybe we should…” Ellie trails off.
    “Enjoy ourselves,” I finish for her, pushing her up against the door and opening her knees to push myself against her sweet spot. I rock into her over and over.
    Ellie’s breath comes faster, her lips parting in response. I glide my tongue over her throat as she leans her head back. God, I want to devour her and leave nothing but pieces of both of us scattered on the floor. We can make all the excuses we want, but we’re both here for the same reason: to forget. To drown ourselves in each other and pretend our lives make sense.
    Before Kate. Before Liam.
    At the thought, my movements speed up. I’m tired of thinking. Tired of breathing. I tug Ellie’s shirt over her head, not taking the time to enjoy the view of her breasts packed into her bra before I unhook it, freeing them into my palms.
    I crush my lips onto hers as I roll both of her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She loves when I do this, and I’m immediately rewarded with a breathless huff. She’s squirming under me, and it’s so fucking hot.
    “Damian,” Ellie whimpers in my ear, hardening me even more.
    We know each other. After two years, I’m an expert at turning her on and vice versa. Together, we’re safe.
    Ellie gathers the back of my shirt into her hands and pulls it off me. She’s not as eager as I am because she’s too gentle, but I’m beyond caring. I’m losing myself in her body.
    I trail my hands over her breasts, give them a good squeeze before I travel down her stomach and unbutton her jeans. I feel her tense a little, and I’m not sure why. It’s not like her. But as long as she doesn’t tell me to stop, we’re good.
    She doesn’t, averting her gaze as I slip her jeans over her hips. I brush my fingers up her thighs and skim the edge of her underwear, waiting for a response. A shiver, a smile, a quiet moan. I get none of these things.
    It’s okay. Whatever is bothering her at the moment, I’m in the perfect position to relax her. And I need her relaxed so that I can let go of my worries too, especially since I haven’t had a drink in a couple of days.
    “Come here,” I say, pulling her panties down. She raises her ass to help me, and I ignore the distant look in her eyes. It’ll be gone in a few minutes, I’ll make sure of it.
    Now that she’s naked, I shimmy out of my own jeans and sit in the middle of the backseat. I glide my hand up her inner thigh and separate her, massaging her so I know she’s ready.
    And damn is she ready.
    A small moan escapes her at my touch, and she locks her beautiful blues on me. A flicker of pain flashes in them before she looks away. If I was a decent guy, like Liam was, I’d back down at this point. I know she’s thinking she shouldn’t be out here with me. She should be inside with her mother, watching over her father.
    I know, because it’s what I’m thinking too. With Kate.
    Except I’m not a decent guy. I’m not Liam, and right now I’m in my car with his girlfriend.
    I shrug it off because I’m so goddamn horny. It’s been three days—too fucking long. I grab Ellie’s hips and guide her to my lap.
    “You’re still taking that pill, right?” I ask unnecessarily.
    Two years ago we made this deal. Ellie had been my first and my brother had been hers. If