21
Jessie
Warmth cocooned me, and I breathed in the memory of Brock’s scent, his groan tingling arousal through my aching body.
Aching.
I grimaced as pain radiated from my head to my toes, but the muscle contraction between my eyebrows hurt bad enough I didn’t do more than breathe. Woozy to the point of nausea, I inhaled and exhaled steady, trying to clear the exhausted fuzziness from my brain.
A groan sounded, the guttural tone slickening my p***y.
Warm—too warm.
I blinked, bringing into focus a cabin’s roof I recognized from a fire’s flickering flames.
Brock.
“f**k,” he whispered harshly, the mattress shifting beside me.
I’m in his bed…
The plane crash came back with a flash, and I relived the few seconds after the explosion, the trees, the rush of the ground coming at me—
“J
