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“Not finished.”

His deep voice resonated all throughout my bones, even echoing in my ears. But the silly boy should never have let go. The moment he did, I had one last burst of energy, lurching from the bed to the other side.

I did admire a man with full agility. Once again, I was shoved against the wall with only a few seconds of lapse. This time, he drove his shaft deep inside. The switch in the angle was perfection. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, loving every second of his roughness just as I’d done the entire time.

When I dug my nails into his shoulders, he grinned wider. His eyes held so much depth that even in the dim lighting, I was mesmerized and more turned on than before. If I was catching a glimpse into his soul, I had a feeling he would shut it down once he realized I was.

The savage fucking continued, every picture on the wall jarred. I heard a slight woof from my furry baby, her usual response to unwanted noise when she was sleeping.

As the seconds turned into minutes, I became more and more shocked from his tenacity and stamina. If only this delicious moment could last. With every stroke, every brutal push deep inside, our connection deepened.

Physically.

There was nothing more and I saw that in his eyes as well.

At least he knew better than to think this meant anything but what it was.

We were on the same page.

In the next few seconds of our time spent together and of this incredible stormy night, we remained electrified. The vibrations were powerful and unwavering, both of us breathing in a labored manner.

I sensed he was tensing, his entire body stiffening.

Mine was shooting straight into pure ecstasy, but I managed to squeeze my pussy muscles at the right time.

He issued a series of growls that would make Pepper proud, but after that, I barely paid any attention to the fact he had finally erupted deep inside my aching pussy. I was in pure nirvana myself, another climax raging through my entire system.

Now I was thankful I’d stopped at the little dump where I’d found a precious gem.

Allowing me to shut down the rest of my life.

CHAPTER 5

Shephard

I glanced at the diver’s watch I always wore, grimacing at the time. It was late, but I couldn’t blame the drive as the rain had stopped sometime in the middle of the night.

Idling at the end of the rocky driveway wasn’t my style like everything else that had occurred over the last twenty-four hours. I’d fucked a stranger. Well, that had been my style, but not for a long time. I’d climbed into bed with her, but had left maybe thirty minutes later. We weren’t involved in some wayward love affair. We’d just had sex.

Damn good sex. I could give it that, but I hadn’t learned her name and she hadn’t asked mine. That was the way I liked it.

But sitting at the base of the long driveway irked the piss out of me. I needed and wanted to get this mandatory family meeting over with so I could return to my life.

Such as it was.

With no idea of the next turn in the imaginary road I was taking, I’d been sitting in my tiny apartment fuming at the way my entire life had gone. Odd jobs here and there. I had enough in my bank accounts I didn’t need to work for the rest of my life. I’d debated purchasing a boat and sailing the world. That way I could be very much alone. I was such a sad sack of shit. Sighing, I let go of the brake, heading up the driveway.

The Fox family was a strange bunch. I’d come to admit I blamed my father for our lack of closeness. He’d been a tough man to grow up with, his expectations often harsh and unobtainable. The three kids had turned out exactly the way he’d wanted.

Walking, talking carbon copies of himself. His military career had been stellar, accolades coming out of the ass. But he’d never accepted civilian life meant letting your guard down. He’d also parlayed his weaponry skills into taking security jobs, protecting various celebrities and politicians.

That’s all I’d been allowed to know. Now he never talked about his past. When I’d been little, he’d been absent for weeks, even months at a time. Our mother was a freaking saint. Somehow, we’d ended our city folk life, my parents moving us across the country to the mountains. I’d hated every minute of it, at least at first.

Years later, my parents had sold their ranch for a pittance after the bank had almost foreclosed. Somehow, and my brothers and I had never been allowed to ask questions, they’d managed not only to purchase a very nice large A-frame mountain cabin, but also the resort almost eight years before. I hadn’t been interested in hearing the stories about the needed renovations and I certainly hadn’t asked how they’d managed to get the money.

I could only assume with my father’s suave personality that he’d managed to convince investors to go in with him. From what I’d heard from Jagger on the terse phone call we’d had in that length of time, they’d done damn well turning the resort into a destination spot.

It had supposedly boosted the town’s revenue, spirits, and the number of tourists who came every year. That was the extent of my knowledge. Today, I didn’t care more than I had then. And I certainly wasn’t in the mood to see my two brothers. We simply didn’t get along. There was no fancy way of putting it.

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