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He pinched her clit and skyrockets went off. She couldn’t hold the dam, and if she came without giving him what he wanted, what would happen? Would he stick her back in the kennel and ignore her until morning? Would he even bother with her the next day? Would he get so tired of her holding back that he dumped her off on someone else to deal with?

“Oh, god.” She threw her head back and bucked her body toward him, fucking his fingers as much as he fucked her. The tail bounced against her back, reminding her of her circumstances. Though it didn’t bring the heated blush to her neck.

“Who is it, sweetheart?”

How the fuck did he expect her to think like this? Name. He wanted a name. But more than that, he wanted her trust.

Could she? Did she dare give that to him?

“There’s my girl, so close, you’re soaking my hand. Say the name, and get your treat.” He rubbed harder, circling her clit, exactly in the motion she needed.

Denying herself wouldn’t win her anything. Not giving over, not allowing him in wouldn’t solve the problems.

Harder thrusts, more curl to his fingers.

“Luis Vazquez!” she yelled out and bucked back at him, riding his hand.

“Such a good girl!” His praise drove her right over the edge. There would be no stopping her now, even if he pulled back, her body was in a one-way spiral. “Come, sweetheart, take your treat.”

Treat.

And she did. An explosion of every nerve ending, every bit of her body shook as fireworks blew in her soul. Brutal waves crashed over her, dragging her through immense pulses.

And she screamed. She cried out until her throat burned and the sound died out.

This was what she needed.

This surrender.

This ownership.

All of this.

Chapter Eighteen

Blake stroked Aubree’s back while she lay on the grass. He wasn’t finished with her, not even close, but she needed the break. Hell, he needed the break.

She’d fallen apart in his hands. Finally, she’d given just an inch; it wasn’t complete trust, but just enough for him to see what could be between them.

He still sat on the stump, the same log he’s sat on when he’d pulled her over his lap and spanked her, creating the bruise on her right cheek he could see forming. He wouldn’t apologize for it, and he didn’t think she’d want him to. The tail lay stoically on the grass beside her curled-up body. He had removed it after she sank down to curl at his feet.

Her eyes were open, but she wasn’t looking at him. Thinking. Too much thinking, but for the brief time she had quieted her fight and had given over.

Luis Vazquez. Blake had never heard of him, but it had been years since he’d worked on any gang-related cases. John would know. It could wait until morning then they’d both take a walk up to the main house and use the phone.

He may have used her orgasm to finally get through to her, but her entire body relaxed now. The tension eased out, and she seemed more like herself again. More like the woman who swirled the slice of lime around her Coke and smiled at him over the bar while they joked about their days.

The sun was setting and the chill of the shade showed with the goosebumps on her skin. Her usually flawless, golden skin. He scooped her up into his arms, letting himself bask in satisfaction when she clasped her hands behind his neck without being told. Her head rested on his chest. He could smell the shampoo from her shower that morning. Having spent all day outside hadn’t taken away the crispness of her aroma.

Smudges of dirt covered her thighs and her back from where she’d lain in her kennel.

Her kennel.

She may have only been there for one day, but it was hers now. And when he needed her to find her quiet place, when he needed to center her, she would go there. But right now, his girl needed a bath.

“Kneel here.” He put her down on the shag bathroom carpet. She nodded, spreading her knees and sinking back on her heels. Her hands rested on her thighs and her eyes, those large, curious eyes watched him.

The tub filled with warm water, and he poured the lavender bath soap to create some bubbles. He remembered her telling him she enjoyed bubble baths. She’d thought it childish, but indulged when she had had a particularly shitty day. The past few days qualified in his mind.

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