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He changed the subject.

“A little.”

“We’ll relax upstairs in front of the fireplace. We can drink hot chocolate and watch a movie.”

My eyes rolled in the back of my head. “That sounds perfect.”

He laughed. “We’ll create special memories right here until we head off to college.”

My lips pressed against his. “I am all for creating beautiful memories we’ll never forget.”

Lying fireside, I was mesmerized by the orange and blue flames warming my skin. Tate was in the kitchen grabbing snacks and our hot chocolate. His duffel bag caught my attention. I darted over and retrieved a T-shirt. I whipped off my panties and stuffed them in my bag he placed next to his. Tate’s fingers caressing my body was what I wanted more than anything else at that moment. We’d tackle a plan on how to handle Mason and Marisa. I swept my hair over one shoulder and returned to the bear skin run. I flipped through the channels until I found an action movie.

“You found my favorite movie.” His boisterous deep voice bounced off the walls as he walked into the room. Tate placed the tray of goodies on the floor at my side.

“I did. Who could ever not watch Iron Man one through three at least a hundred times?”

His lips melted against mine. “At least.” That boyish smile I missed appeared. He was the boy I always loved. Now he was all grown up.

“Tate strip down to your boxers. I want to caress that muscled chest.” I winked.

“I have something else for you to caress.” He flashed a cocky grin.

He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “As promised, you’d be on your knees.” He hooked his finger in the air, drawing me closer.

“The affection you showed my cousin was over the edge. A quick friendly hug. Not bodies touching. You’re my woman,” he growled.

I blinked, and he had completely shed every stitch of clothing. Standing on my knees, I peered into his lust filled eyes. My fingers smoothed along his hips. His rock-hard cock stole my attention. I gulped then my lips parted. Tate’s fingers massaged my scalp, pulling me closer. I stroked his length and slipped my lips over the head.

“Fuck, Chelse.” His head fell back.

I only ever loved my nickname falling from his lips. It was an instant turn on. Gripping his dick, I sucked faster. He fisted my hair and stilled into my mouth. I stared at him as I swallowed his release. He helped me to my feet and pressed his lips against mine.

I scooted onto the bed. “Lie back.”

Dropping to his knees, he lowered his head between my legs and his tongue circled my clit.

“Tate, I needed you.” Tears seeped down the sides of my face.

He paused. “Damn it, baby, believe me I know. I needed you too.”

I tugged his silky locks every time his tongue slid inside of me. My back arched and my legs trembled as a surge of heat shot through my body. The uncontrollable tears continued. They tried to steal the man I loved. They had to pay.

Tate scooped me up. He sat us in front of the fire, resting his head against the bed. I caressed his neck as Tate held me tight in his embrace. The salty tears slipped over my lips.

“Cry as long as you need to. Chelsea, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

An alarm went off in my head. I straddled him, gripped his face, and stared into his eyes. He was ready to destroy the world to protect me.Shit.

“You can’t do anything crazy. Remember, you just asked me not to behave recklessly. You can’t either. I know you want them to pay, but we have to figure this out together. You need to hear me, Tate. Don’t take matters into your own hands.”

Darkness flashed in his eyes.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

TATE

The pressure was building and building, and I was ready to break. Sitting in that dungeon, I had nothing but time to figure out what to do with my brother. The moment I was able to pound his face in gave me new life. He kissed my woman while I was locked away. He made plans to marry and impregnate my woman. Killing my own brother consumed my thoughts most days. Chelsea asked that we handle them together. I’d try to control my rage when the time came to have a face-to-face meeting with him. Right now, all that mattered was getting lost in Chelsea this weekend. I whipped my T-shirt over her head and chucked it on the floor. My teeth clenched her bottom lip, as I gripped her ass cheek, and buried my cock deep inside of her.

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