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“I love you,” I whispered, then straightened up and drove back into her, fucking her hard and fast. Reaching around, I toyed with her slippery clit, adding to the sensations I knew were battering at her. Within minutes, she was screaming my name as her body convulsed around me, squeezing me tightly. My thrusts became jerky as I tried to fight back my own orgasm. I didn’t want this to end, but it was too damn good to resist. My cum exploded inside her body and a few more thrusts had me seeing stars.

Bracing my weight with one hand on the mattress, I gripped her hip with the other while I rode through my own pleasure. Fuck. If we kept this kind of sex up she was going to end up killing me when I was an old man. But what a way to go. Death by orgasm. My chest was heaving as I laid back down, pulling her close.

My eyes were just about to close when a thought occurred. “Shit.”

“What?” she mumbled. There was a smile on her face again.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but she had the right to know. “Forgot the condom.”

Her lashes lifted and she looked up at me. Sighing, she rested her cheek back on my chest. “We’ll figure it out later.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. I didn’t know what that meant, but she was too tired and satiated to deal with it now, so I relaxed. She was right. We’d deal with it, and anything else, later. Together.

CHAPTER 37

Camila

We’d slept through the day and night and had been woken this morning by Dustin banging on the door. He’d told us that he’d continued to do some digging and had figured out who had gotten into the Marshal’s system. That if an Agent Ashley came around, I wasn’t to go with him, or even open the door for him.

Keeping the guilt off my face wasn’t easy, as Dustin explained that they were looking into him and the recent death of his partner. They’d found connections between Ashley and Kruzman. I looked over at Kilo and he squeezed me against his side.

Dustin must have taken the move as me being upset about the news and Kilo comforting me, because he gave me reassurances that they would find him.

No. They wouldn’t. Kilo had assured me afterward that the FBI would assume that Ashley disappeared when Kruzman didto avoid being caught and tried for any wrongdoings that law enforcement uncovered. Somehow, we’d gotten away with what had happened out in the desert. Which I appreciated, because I didn’t want anyone to get into trouble for me. Thankfully, the gash on my temple from where Ashley had elbowed me had been easy enough to hide from Dustin. Between my hair and Kilo pressing my bruised cheek against his chest, Dustin hadn’t noticed a thing.

We’d sent him on his way with Kilo promising to keep an eye out and watch over me. Dustin had seemed a little reluctant, but had finally left.

“I have a surprise for you,” Kilo told me. “Let’s get a shower and then we’ll go.”

The shower took twice as long because he insisted on washing me, which turned into sex. I loved making love with Kilo. I never thought I was a very sexual woman, but he brought that side out in me. I was looking forward to exploring all the ways we could give each other pleasure, but once the shower was over he turned all serious. He had something on his mind, so I got dressed and then got into the SUV with him.

“Give me a hint?” I pleaded with him as we drove.

“I wouldn’t even know how to,” he said with a chuckle as he looked over at me.

I turned in the seat, facing him, and laid my head against the seat. He was such a gorgeous man. His eyes drew me in. And that smile. “What does that mean?”

He shook his head. “You’re going to have to wait, Woman.”

Sticking my lower lip out, I pouted at him. It was fun to tease him. I didn’t know how long it was going to take to get back to normal. Or even what normal looked like anymore, but I finally had that opportunity. There wasn’t anyone out there trying to kill me anymore. It was so...freeing.

Kilo pulled into the motorcycle club compound and we walked hand in hand into the clubhouse. “Flir!” he called out. “You here?” He smiled over at me and squeezed my hand.

I had no idea what was going on, but after a minute or two Flir came out, holding a file.

We sat down at the tables and Flir handed me the file. They were both smiling at me, encouraging me, so I opened it. I stared down at the rows and columns of numbers. “O-kay,” I said after a few minutes. I looked up and Flir was watching me with a hopeful look. “What am I looking at?”

The hope in his expression turned to irritation. I was beginning to understand why the guys gave Flir such a hard time. He really was a robot alien. And apparently one who was a whiz with numbers. My father had been the same way.

“Told you she wouldn’t see it, Bro,” Kilo said with a chuckle. “Only your warped mind looks at those numbers and sees a pattern.”

“There’s a pattern?” I asked, looking between them.

“Apparently,” Kilo said, tone dry. “So he says.”

“It’s right here,” Flir said, stabbing a finger onto the page.

Then he started explaining the pattern and my eyes nearly crossed. I held up a hand and he fell quiet. “I’ll take your word for it,” I told him.

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