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My climaxes rolled into one another as he held my thighs down, pressing them into my belly as my breasts bounced violently. I clawed at the sheets, tears running down my face as the tip of his cock hit the right spot over and over again. White dots scattered across my vision, and he just kept going.

He didn’tstop.

He fucked me savagely, his upper lip curled into a snarl as he grunted with every merciless thrust.

“Say it,” he clipped, staring down at me.

“I—I—Grayson!” I screamed, my walls fluttering around him again. He was going to make me come again. I couldn’t handle another one.

“Screaming my name only makes me harder, Carrie. You know what you have to say to make me come, baby,” he pushed out, adark lock of his wavy hair hanging down. He smiled, showing his teeth, looking feral. “You want my cum, gorgeous?”

“Yes! Yes! Grayson, please!” I blubbered, my head rolling from side to side now. All I could feel was pleasure, consuming me in a way it never had before.

He pushed my legs wide, letting them fall to his sides as he lowered himself, hovering over me, his hips still pounding. I looked up into his eyes, my breaths hitching in time with his thrusts. “Carrie, be a good girl and make your man fucking come.”

My arms shot up, locking around his neck as another orgasm hit me, my legs giving out. I cried out again, this time, giving him what he wanted.

I love you, Grayson.

With a groan, one of his arms snaked underneath me, yanking me up to him, our bodies pressed together as his lips found my ear. “Fucking love my fucking sunshine,” he growled as he spilled inside me.

Chapter Eighteen

Grayson

Home.

That was the only word I could think of every time I looked over to Carrie, who was curled up in Mags’ guest bed, sleeping, my seed still inside of her. I went back into the hallway and grabbed my thermal and belt from the floor, putting them on quietly before going into the living room to get her clothes. As I walked back to the bedroom, my mind was calm for the first time in days. The fear was gone. The nightmare of my past had beenshoved back down into the depths, and I felt like I could finally breathe again.

Once I was back in the bedroom, I folded her clothes neatly and placed them at the end of the bed. Then I pulled the thick quilt over her shoulders, brushing a curl back from her face. Her pink lips were parted, her cheeks still tinted red from our lovemaking, her lashes resting on the tops of her cheeks, her breathing steady. I leaned over and pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling the heat of her skin against them for a moment. When I pulled back, I whispered, “Sleep, gorgeous.”

Then, I was gone, closing the bedroom door softly and heading back down the hall and into the living room. The fire was dying now, and I shot a text to Mags and the boys before I tossed some more logs on the fire. Then, I took a seat in Mags’ armchair and waited, relishing the quiet of the cabin, knowing the love of my life was safe. Nothing would ever happen to her again. I would die for her, there was no doubt about that. There never was, but the thought remained in the forefront of my mind until I heard the rumbling of a truck outside.

I looked over my shoulder and out the window to find Denver’s old red Chevy pulling up. I watched as he got out of the truck and put his black cowboy hat on, his eyes scanning the cabin as he slammed the door. I looked back to the fire, watching the flames dance as his boots thumped up the porch steps. A second later, a single, hard, crisp knock sounded from the door and I rose from the chair.

Pulling the door open, I lifted my chin to the Hallow Ranch owner. “Denver.”

His eyes hardened as a muscle jumped in his cheek. “Grayson.”

“Where’s my team?” I asked, looking out to his truck and then to the black helicopter beyond.

“Up at the house, eating chili,” he answered bluntly, studying me.

Of course, they fucking were.

I couldn’t be mad. Those men hadn’t had a hot meal in days, and Valerie Langston was one hell of a fucking cook.

“You going to let me in, or we doing this outside?” the cowboy questioned, raising a brow.

I stepped aside. “This is your cabin, Langston. Do what you want.”

He stepped inside, and I closed the door as he said, “This isn’t my cabin. This belongs to Mags. I just own the land it’s sitting on. He’s the one who built it.”

I didn’t know that.

I tilted my head to the side. “I thought—I thought you gave him this cabin,” I told Denver’s back as he pulled off his Carhart and hat.

He looked at me over his shoulder. “After we took care of Moonie, he came to me asking if he could build a home on Hallow Ranch,” he explained, hanging his coat and hat on the hooks by the door as I walked into the living room, turning my back to the fire. Then, Denver looked at me, his features softening. “Who the hell was I to tell him no? Apparently, he’d been saving every single one of his paychecks. He chopped down the trees himself, sanded them himself, built this entire thing by himself, Grayson. He used Harmony’s computer to buy all the appliances and shit.” He gestured to the furniture. “He built that too.”

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