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I can’tand won’t stop staring at Stormi as she peacefully lies next to me, softly breathing in my arms. Her blonde strands splayed all over my bicep and tattoos, sleeping like the angel who just got fucked by a monster who’s had a hard-on for her since day one.

I’ve come full circle, not even realizing it until she was a bundle of exhausted nerves and muscles in my clutches.

The lake was the reason I went looking for Stormi in the first place. Every glimpse of the crystalized-looking water always reminded me of that day. It drove me to do crazy shit and accuse the woman at my side of attempted murder.

Now it’ll pose something different entirely.

I’ll recall every curve and dip of her body as I replay her mewls and moans that sung into my ears. Only fueling me to thrust, kiss, and produce every good feeling I could for this woman.

I’m stuck, comfortably so, metaphorically and physically, and I don’t mind it.

I prefer it.

In her kiss was my revolution to feel something other than hollow and anger. I guess I never fully calculated it for what it was. I hid behind B723, made sure my sister was well taken care of, and everything else took a backseat.

I took a backseat.

Stormi suddenly moves and curls closer to my chest, turning onto her side to face me. Her head nestles into the crook of my shoulder, and she feels like home.

A safe place without walls and restrictions.

A spot where I could just be me, and she’ll always be her.

Where I can kiss her whenever I want, and nothing outside lies there to disturb us.

It’s a dream, a fantasy, but regardless Stormi is salvation that I’ll gladly swallow down and learn. A gentleness that doesn’t exist unless it’s involving Huck or Reagan, and even then, I’m somewhat rigid and impassive at times. I guess my job never leaves me when I go home as much as I try to keep it away from here.

But somehow, it found me.

My sins followed me back, and even through the anger and hostility, Stormi became the beacon in the lightless tunnel of my existence. I’ll always owe her, and I’ll happily do it every day if things could stay how they are now.

The obnoxious ringing of a notification sounds off on the floor from my phone. Glancing over at the bedside table, it’s well past two in the morning as I carefully slide my arm out from under Stormi’s body.

I snatch up my pants, surprised that the fucker still works since I was only balls deep inside Stormi for over fifteen plus minutes in the lake. I should write Samsung a review.

Powering it on, a “movement” notification displays on the screen, prompting me to open my security app for all the cameras surrounding my cabin and Reagan’s.

And there are three blacked-out SUVs parked down the driveway of her house right the fuck now.

My body remains frozen as I examine where they’ve stopped, close to the road where they wouldn’t give away any sound of their tires on the gravel. My regard flicks to Stormi, still curled up where I left her and vulnerable to everything in my world.

You need to go, she’ll be fine.

I don’t fully believe or want to chance breaking away from her when tonight was more than I ever imagined in my head. I didn’t even get to wake up with her and crawl between her legs to show her how much I loved listening to her come.

Forcing myself to move, I sprint to my own room, hauling open my dresser drawers and pulling out sweatpants, two Glocks, and a blade. My heart hammers into my chest as I put on my pants and haul ass down the stairs and out the front door.

I don’t want to leave Stormi alone. I don’t know if they know about her.

I’m not aware of shit—how many guys are out here, where they are, what kind of weapons they’re carrying. My head screws on tighter, focusing on my mission—kill the threat.

Always the threat that might cause damage. The peril that can wreck some kind of havoc that has to be stopped.

And in this circumstance, it’s Stormi I’m deathly afraid of getting hurt this time.

My sister is far away and safe on the other side of the pond.

And nothing will come within a football field of the bundle of fuckable blonde in my house while I’m on the ground running.

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