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mouth, still pumping his fingers inside her.
    He could feel her tightening around his fingers until she
cried out as she came.
    Nathan pushed his fingers against spasms, and he didn’t
stop, even as she came down.
    He did lift his head, though, so he could see her.
    “Very good work,” she said breathlessly, a glint of irony in
her eyes.
    “You too.” Despite his desire, he had the ridiculous urge to
laugh.
    She started to move, but he held her in place and began
working his fingers inside her again. He used his mouth too this time, until
she’d come two more times.
    Finally, she collapsed limply on the bed, mumbling out
wordless sounds of satisfaction.
    Nathan’s felt a surge of primal pride. He didn’t know any other
woman as intelligent and lucid as Lynn, but he’d made her feel so good she
could barely form words.
    “Are you ready for me?” he asked, after giving her a minute
to recover. He didn't want to be too demanding, but he was afraid he couldn't
wait much longer.
    “Yeah,” she said hoarsely, fumbling with his pants until
she’d freed him and then rolling the condom on for him. “I want you inside me
now, Nathan.”
    He positioned himself above her and then slid in with a hard
thrust. She cried out on the penetration, her voice drowning out his groan of
helpless pleasure at the feel of her around him.
    He began to thrust almost immediately, barely controlled. He
took her hard in a fast, steady rhythm, the force of his thrusts shaking the
bed and shaking Lynn’s body.
    She was just as eager as him, rocking beneath him and
gasping out to the tempo of their motion.
    He wasn’t sure if she’d come again, but she was obviously
enjoying it. She was just as uninhibited as he was when he finally fell over
the edge, the pleasure momentarily blinding him as the sensations ripped
through him.
    He wasn’t sure how long he lay on top of her afterwards,
dazed by the effort and release. Finally, though, she pushed him a little.
    He rolled off her with a groan and let her take care of the
condom, since he felt too boneless and replete to even move. When she returned
to the bed, they both lay panting and cooling off for a long time before either
of them could speak.
    After a while, though, he could feel her watching him, so
steadily it made him uncomfortable.
    “Is everything okay with you?” she asked at last.
    Nathan pulled his eyebrows together. “What do you mean? Didn’t
you enjoy that?”
    “Of course, I did.” Her eyes were soft on his face. “I was
just wondering if everything was okay with you.”
    Everything wasn’t okay. His daughter had run away. He’d lost
her—and there didn’t seem to be anything he could do to get her back. He was
constantly afraid of losing his other daughter too.
    And these nights with Lynn were the only times he could let
go, escape a little.
    She reached a hand out and stroked his cheek when he didn’t
answer. “What’s bothering you, Nathan?” she asked, very softly.
    He wanted to tell her. He desperately wanted to tell her—no
matter how irrational the impulse was.
    He needed something .
    “Nathan, are the girls all right?” she asked, when he still
didn’t respond to her questions.
    It must have been the sex—the intensity of the sex after
going so long without any outlet for his needs. Because there was no excuse for
the way Nathan’s throat seemed to close up.
    And absolutely no excuse for his saying, “No. I don’t really
think they are.”

Nine
     
    Lynn was starting to get worried.
    Her mind was a little fuzzy from the last round of
mind-blowing sex, but she’d sensed all evening that something was bothering Nathan.
    He was still partly dressed, wrinkled and sweaty, his body
soft in the way it only ever was after sex. His features were composed, and his
eyes stared up at the ceiling.
    Something was off, though. He looked lost, helpless.
    The intense, aching swell of feeling she experienced—sympathy,
understanding, tenderness, a need to