Chapter 200

Until he woke sometime later with Laila’s mouth around his stiff, hungry cock.

Once Trees finished his long, low-voiced conversation outside the RV, Laila dashed to the bed, huddled under the blankets, and pretended to sleep. The door to the motorhome shut with a quiet click. His footsteps approached the little bedroom. Moments later, his gaze traveled over her. She repressed a shiver, but not because he scared her…at least not the way he used to.

What she felt tonight wasn’t fear.

Understanding this unfamiliar feeling wasn’t important. Reaching Valeria and Jorge was.

Finally, Trees turned away. When he started the shower and climbed inside, Laila scampered from the bed and stepped into her nearby shoes. As she crept through the vehicle, she found the bathroom door ajar and froze. Risking her escape was stupid. So was poking the bear. But before she could tell herself that, she was already staring.

The top of Trees’s dark head, along with his elbows and