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she grabbed my hips and led me into her, throwing her head back as I filled her. As her tight space squeezed around me before relaxing and allowing me full access, I gritted my teeth, losing myself in the feeling.
    I pulled out slowly and immediately pushed in. Harder this time. Needing to feel the pressure of her body around me.
    “Shit,” I hissed as Ember drew her knees back, letting me fall deeper into her as she gripped the backs of my legs.
    “Go slow. Just for a minute.” Her eyes opened and locked with mine, and I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t close my eyes.
    I slowed down, pulling out slowly once more, and entering her just as slow, watching her eyes widen just slightly each time I entered her.
    My heart raced and I felt lightheaded. “I can’t go slow anymore,” I pleaded.
    “What do you want?” she whispered, running her hand along the outside of my face.
    “I want to make you come.” I tried to slow my breathing by inhaling through my nose, trying not to lose it in that moment.
    Ember lifted her head, setting her lips just to the side of my ear, and whispered, “Take what you want.”
    As her head fell back to the pillow, I clenched my hands around the sheets and worked faster and harder, moaning as she screamed my name.
    “God, Ember … I can’t hold on much longer.” My voice was a barely recognizable growl.
    She cried out again as she released her hands from my back and found my hands on the bed, locking her fingers with mine. “Come with me, Bo. Now.”
    The second I felt the swell of her orgasm crash around me, I let go. Pulsing deeply as we both called to each other from the depths of our ecstasy. Once our breathing slowed, I grabbed her chin, moving her face so she’d look at me.
    “Never,” I repeated my promise from earlier. “Do you hear me? I’m never, ever going to make you feel one ounce of sorrow.”
    With a quivering chin, Ember nodded, tears rising through her tired green eyes. “I trust you.”
    Slowly I slid out of her, rolling to my side and pulling her still-warm body against my chest. Nuzzling through her hair, my lips found her neck. She responded by pressing her back even tighter against my body.
    “Bo?” she asked in the smallest voice I’d heard from her in a long time.
    “Yes, love?”
    “Hold me until I fall asleep.”
    I sighed, wanting more than anything to take away the raw pain that sat in her heart. “I’ll hold you while you sleep. Always.”
    I kissed her temple once, and rested my head against the pillow, listening to the lush sound of her breath slow and even out until she was asleep. Planting my lips on her shoulder, I allowed sleep to take me, too. Praying that when we woke, her pain would miraculously be gone.
     
     
     
     

 
    N o miracles were granted the next morning. While Ember’s nerves no longer seemed exposed, the pain was still there. Forced under the surface of her manufactured smile as we ate breakfast with the band and prepared for the afternoon show. No one tried to talk to her about anything other than the music, and, for those few hours, I was grateful.
    The show went even better than the previous night. Ember’s ability to compartmentalize served the group’s interests, but had me concerned for her. I could barely look at her dad, because the pained expression in his eyes as he watched the daughter he raised was nearly enough to bring me to my knees.
    The band worked quickly to pack the RVs after the second show, and the awkward silence was broken by something unbelievably more awkward. As Ember closed one of the doors beneath one RV, Willow came around the back side, putting the resistant sisters face to face.
    Willow looked as though she was going to turn and go around the other side, but Ember spoke, reaching her hand out and touching Willow’s arm.
    “Can we talk?” Ember tilted her head to the empty RV. I felt the breath of every member of the band come to a halt behind me.
    Willow looked down, and the color in