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“Fuck, Laci, that’s so good,” he groaned. “Fucking perfect pussy.Fuck!”

His release followed hers. They rode out the high together and came down with deep breaths and pounding hearts.

As she lay boneless beneath him, an image appeared behind her eyes. She was still under Jordan only he had much longer hair, and they were at the estate house. Rather, they were outside the estate house, behind the terrace, with a blanket between her dress and the grass. She could feel the heat of the sun on her face.

“Laci.”

She opened her eyes to see the real Jordan hovering above her. His brows knit together over his eyes.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, far too quickly. “Yes, I…sorry, I’m…”

She tugged him close for a kiss, holding the picture in her mind as she did, hoping it would help him understand as it helped her when he’d had a dream. When he pulled away wide-eyed, she knew he’d seen.

“We have got to figure that out,” he said.

“I agree. But how?”

“Dunno, really. I can’t even think right now.”

She giggled. “Me either.”

He kissed her swiftly on the lips. “I’m gonna pull out. It might not feel good.”

She nodded and braced herself. It stung a little, but it was over before it caused any serious discomfort. He rolled over beside her and pulled her into his arms. She tucked her head beneath his chin, settling into his chest.

“Jordan,” she said softly.

“Yeah?”

“It was perfect.”

Chapter 20

Jordancouldn’trecallatime he’d gotten better sleep than he had the last week he spent making love to Laci every night. He was out so hard that even the dreams about the estate house no longer woke him. They had become more frequent since he and Laci had gotten intimate. But he hadn’t wanted to ruin everything by trying to place meaning on them. They were only dreams, after all.

That was until he awoke one night to the sound of a cry like a wounded animal coming from the end of Laci’s bed.

His eyes snapped open, and he sat up, his arm shooting out to cover Laci, who had also been startled awake. She yanked the sheet up over her chest. Jordan blinked, forcing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. His blood ran cold.

Dane stood at the foot of the bed.

His spindly form and shocking eyes were unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Jordan wondered if it was a nightmare. But an object in Dane’s hand glinted in the moonlight as it slipped from his grasp and hit the floor with a metallic clatter. He let out another sob and fell to his knees.

Laci screamed.

It was real.

Jordan sprang from the bed and tackled Dane. Dane wept, but Jordan could only make out the words “it’s true” and “she’s ruined.”

“Laci, call the police!” Jordan cried.

She snatched her phone.

At the mention of police, Dane made the first semblance of a struggle. He caught Jordan by surprise with a knee to the stomach, which knocked the wind out of him. Jordan fell to the side, allowing Dane to slip free. Jordan scrambled to his feet, but stopped short when he saw a knife on the floor. A knife. From Laci’s kitchen. He took off after Dane.

He thundered down the stairs and looked around. The silence made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He hadn’t heard a door close, so Dane still had to be inside.