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with you, Willow baby.”
    I slide off him and move so I’m sitting on the couch. I stretch my legs across to the coffee table and he gets the hint, crawling and ducking underneath them and then he kneels between my thighs and he’s at the perfect height. He grips my hips and thrusts inside me and I groan. My head falls back, but this time it’s cushioned by the couch.
    He thrusts gently, slowly, pulling in and out until I’m crying out yet again. His moans fill my ears, he’s so God dammed erotic when he makes those sounds in his throat and his hips jerk with pleasure. I watch him through hooded lashes as he throws his head back and roars his release, his chest muscles are wound up so tight the veins are noticeable beneath his skin.
    “Fuck…” he rasps.
    He slumps down onto the couch beside me, and I watch as his chest rises and falls quickly. He looks over at me from the corner of his eye and I begin grinning, but it turns into a yawn. Jagger stands and pulls on a pair of boxers before lifting me into his arms. He deposits me onto the bed and pulls the cover back. I willingly crawl in, and he sits beside me and strokes my hair.
    “Aren’t you sleeping with me?” I frown.
    “I will baby, I just need to talk with Bull.”
    “About Sharleen?”
    “Yeah,”
    “Jagger, I’ve thought about this often, but it’s always felt wrong to me. How did she find my place that night?”
    He jerks his head back, as though he hasn’t thought about that fact.
    “I…fuck…that never crossed my mind.”
    “She had to know about me, to know where to look.”
    “You’re right…shit.”
    “Something is just not right with her Jagger, I can feel it.”
    “Yeah baby, I know.”
    I yawn again and he laughs.
    “Sleep beautiful, I’ll be back soon.”
    I watch as he pulls on his jeans and a black shirt. He leans down to kiss me once more, and then he’s out the door. I lie back on the pillow, then sit up and search for my handbag. I spot it on the couch, so I quickly climb out of bed and dig about until I find my phone. I want to see how Joey’s love session is going. When I glance down at the screen, I see a text message from an unknown number.
    U: This isn’t over. You’ve messed with the wrong woman. I hope you like being a slave.
    Slave? What the fuck? I know it’s Sharleen, but what the hell is that troll talking about?
    W: Go play Sharleen, no one wants you here.
    U: You’re life is about to change Willow. Darkness is coming and it’s going to crush you. Have a nice night.
    The fuck? What a psycho. I switch the phone off and throw it across the room. That crazy bitch is going to ruin everything for me. She’s up to no good, the woman is seriously twisted. I roll to my side but I can’t seem to drift off. I’m too wound up after that text message. What the hell was she talking about? I slide off the bed and dig around for my phone again. When I find it; I text Jagger.
    W: Can u come back? I got a msg from Sharleen.
    J: What? How the fuck did she get ur number? Coming.
    I put the phone away and lay back on the bed. About ten minutes later, Jagger walks in. He kicks off his boots and yanks off his shirt and jeans, then slides into the bed.
    “Show me.”
    I toss him my phone and he reads the messages, his eyes widen.
    “Fucking slut! Fucking bitch slut!”
    I gape, what? I know Jagger doesn’t hate his wife but Jesus, whatever that message means has him furious.
    “Whoa, steady on big man. What’s wrong?”
    “That fuckin’ bitch. I’ll gut her.”
    “Jagger, what does that mean?”
    “Willow, you’re not to go anywhere without me from now on. Do you understand?”
    “What?”
    “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
    I flinch. “Jagger…”
    He closes his eyes and grips his head. I watch him taking deep breaths, and then he sighs and looks up at me.
    “Just promise me?”
    “Not until you tell me why.”
    “Just do as you’re told, please?”
    “No.”
    “Willow, now is not the time to get