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“I think we have to call that one a draw,” Cass said to me as he shifted until his dick slid out of me. Despite the sting in my ass, I already wanted him again.

“Agreed,” I said. “You get to pick the next fantasy spot, though.”

Cass chuckled as he settled his weight back down on me. His arms went around me, providing my shoulders and head with a bunch of sexy muscle as a pillow. I put my arms around him and ran my fingers up and down his spine. As well as he and I were doing, we both had a lot to deal with when it came to our personal issues. Cass was seeing a therapist several times a week to deal with the mental damage done by his years in solitary confinement as well as what his grandmother had done to him. I sat in on the sessions whenever he wanted me there, but sometimes he needed to do it alone. It didn’t change the fact that our relationship was still us and not just him or me. We made each other stronger for the times we did spend apart.

I’d had to face my own demons.

Or demon, rather.

After seeing several neurologists, I’d been given similar answers about the pain I continued to experience. Every single one of them had come to the same conclusion that the nerve damage causing the pain was permanent. They couldn’t explain what would cause an episode, but I’d begun trying different medications to get ahead of the pain.

Several of the specialists had agreed that I would likely never get my memory back. There was both frustration and relief in knowing that. I was finally beginning to accept that a piece of my life would always be missing, but more importantly, I was learning to forgive myself for all the reckless behavior I’d engaged in. The brain injury that was causing the pain was a game changer, though. The fact that I didn’t know when an episode would hit made me a liability out in the field. It even made me a liability when it came to things like driving a car. Even if the doctors found the right mix of medications and dosages that would make the episodes nearly non-existent, I couldn’t be cured and no way in hell was I willing to put others at risk just so I could pretend everything was okay.

Adjusting to the knowledge that I wouldn’t be carrying a gun anymore and that something I’d always taken for granted, driving a car, was gone for good too had hit me harder than I’d wanted to admit.

When I’d submitted my official resignation from Targes to my brother, he’d flat out refused to accept it and torn the document up. While I was a skilled marksman, Targes didn’t just need men and women to carry guns around and shoot the bad guys. Sully was insistent that not only was I automatically a partner in the business, I was also in charge of building up an investigative team. Between Cass and Sully, I’d accepted the fact that I was good at reading people and seeing things others didn’t. That wasn’t a useless quality. It would take time to find people who had the natural ability to observe and use critical thinking to solve problems and devise solutions, but I knew it was something I could do. In fact, I already had my eye on my first potential team member.

My brother’s assistant, Michael.

While I knew next to nothing about the young man, he’d already proven that he had skills that went beyond normal assistant work. Even better, though, Michael had moxie. He’d been the one who’d kept Sully out of the office while I’d been talking Cass down from the fallout of learning that his grandmother had not only lied to him, but she’d also replaced him. Apparently, all Michael had needed to do was stand in front of the door. For whatever reason, my brother hadn’t been able or willing to put his hands on the younger man.

Cass had agreed to go out into the field once all the legal stuff had been worked out. Asa Hutch was determined to get Cass a cash settlement from the city that would last him a thousand lifetimes, but more importantly, Asa wanted to put every man and woman behind bars whose palms Patricia Ashby had greased. The only money Cass was interested in was the moneyhe felt he owed Sully for the mortgage on the house we were all now sharing. Considering all the business I had a feeling was coming our way, the house would be back in our hands inside of a year or less.

“Okay, gorgeous, get your gigantic, unbelievably sexy body off me so I can go shower. And since you wanted all the spunk in the car, I’ll leave you to work on that,” I said to Cass. It took a lot of pushing to get his heavier body to shift even a little, but when he finally groaned and moved his weight off me, I flashed him a victorious smile. “Bring in the clothes too, will you, sweetheart?” I added before getting out of the Mustang.

We were back at the little cabin where Cass and I had made love for the first time. Sully had insisted we both take some time off and go somewhere, but the way he’d said it, it had sounded like he’d been more eager to get rid of us for a while rather than us needing a vacation. I couldn’t blame my brother because Cass and I weren’t exactly quiet when it came to sex. I was also pretty sure Sully was onto us about using different spots around the house to have quickies that were rarely quick. I figured it’d been the time that Cass had fucked me in the laundry room while Sully had been in the next room watching a football game that had pushed my brother over the edge.

Since the cabin was in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t worry about the fact that I was stark naked as I made my way around the car. I’d just stepped in front of the Mustang when a strong hand pulled me backwards. I groaned when Cass kissed me.

I would never tire of his touch. I would never tire of the way he looked at me or the way he said my name. I would never tire of anything about Cassius Ashby.

Well, there was one kind of tired I’d be when it came to Cass. It was a good kind of tired, though.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he asked. I could feel his dick hardening against my thigh.

“Are you kidding?—”

“You never got to hear my fantasy spot,” Cass said.

Although the air around us was starting to cool, his warmth enveloped me.

“Yes, I did. You wanted to fuck me in the back seat of your car, same as mine.”

“Did I say the back seat of the car?” Cass asked.

“Yes, you did,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure what he’d said. I’d been too busy imagining him doing what he’d just done.

He walked me backwards until the backs of my legs hit the front of the Mustang. I looked down in confusion and noticed the headlights were on. Cass kissed me hard and then he lifted me until my ass landed on the hood of the muscle car. He leaned over me, forcing me to lie down in the process. “I’m pretty sure I said thehoodof my car.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t because I would have remembered that,” I responded. Even now, I could feel my dick hardening. “Getting fucked on a car isn’t something you think about every day.”

“No?” Cass asked. He straightened and then pulled me down the hood until my dick was pressed up against his.

“No,” I moaned as his fingers ran the length of my dick. “Yes,” I whispered.

“Which is it, sweetheart? Yes or no?” Cass asked as he leaned over me again. The move pushed my ass up, giving him direct access to my hole.

“Yes,” I said harshly as he dipped his head and ran his tongue around the head of my cock. “Yes, you definitely mentioned fucking on the hood of the car.”

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