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He squeezed me close, leaning over and brushing a kiss against my forehead. “It’s over,” he promised me.

I heard the words he didn’t say out loud. I’ll make sure of it. There was no way to head off sleep. I was warm and safe. Nothing would ever hurt me again because I knew Kilo would bethere with me to face whatever came our way. Smiling, I rested in his arms.

CHAPTER 36

Kilo

It had taken me a long time to fall asleep, despite the fact that I’d been exhausted. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched Ashley shove Camila down to the ground inside that circle of headlights. I saw the gleam on the barrel of the gun that Kruzman had pointed at her head. The terror and apology in her eyes when she looked back at me.

Fuck me. That could have gone so badly.

I was grateful it had worked out. That my brothers had been there to back me up. That my woman was lying in my arms right now as the sun shone through the window. The AC kicked into gear, telling me it was later in the afternoon as the machine struggled to keep up with the heat outside the house.

Stretching, I opened my eyes and looked down at Camila. Her dark lashes rested on her cheeks and her soft lips curved into a little smile. I was glad she seemed to be having good dreams. She deserved them after what she went throughyesterday. She’d given us a little rundown on how Ashley had come to Roger’s home.

There was no way for us to know he’d already been watching Camila’s house. Or that he’d followed us. I guess in a way it worked out for the best because we killed two birds with one stone. Now there was no one left who would come for my old lady. All we had to do was wait for the FBI to realize that Kruzman was in the wind. Or that was what they would think. They’d assume he’d disappeared in order to avoid being prosecuted and sent to prison. The guys made sure no one would find the bodies out there in the desert.

“Morning,” Camila said, her eyes still closed. Her voice was soft and groggy.

“Afternoon,” I told her.

“Mmmm.” Her smile widened. “It’s Friday. That means we can stay in bed all day.”

I was pretty sure she didn’t mean it like that, but my dick stirred anyway. “Good point.” Rolling, I placed my hands on either side of her head.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. She reached up and cupped my face. “Should I say thank you again?”

“No,” I growled. “But you can show me.” I gave her a cocky grin before I leaned down and kissed her. She softened under me, opening so that my tongue could tangle with hers.

Fuck, she tasted good.

I pulled back and she was breathless. “Was that enough of a thank you?”

“Nope.”

She laughed and pushed on my chest. “I want to brush my teeth.”

“Nope. I’m about to have my breakfast.” I shoved the t-shirt she was wearing up and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

She gasped, her back arching, and her fingers threading into my hair. “Kilo!”

I switched to her other nipple, tugging on it with my teeth before I released her and continued kissing down her stomach.

“This seems a little backward. Wasn’t I supposed to be thanking you?” she asked as I pushed the blankets out of the way.

“You’ll get over it.”

Her breathy laugh ended in a gasp as my mouth latched onto her pussy. She tasted sweet and my dick throbbed, begging to sink into her, but this wasn’t about me. Not yet. This was about Camila. I wanted her to feel alive. To know that this was what she’d have to look forward to from now on. I wanted her life to be nothing but fun and light. She’d had enough heavy shit weighing her down.

Circling her clit with my tongue, I smiled as she grasped my head. I didn’t know if she was hanging on, or trying to urge me to give her more, all I knew was she wasn’t pulling me away. Not that I’d let her. I was going to make her come over and over. I wanted her limp and satisfied. Wanted to wash away all the bad shit she’d seen last night.

I slid a finger into her tight, wet pussy. She clenched around me, moaning as she arched her hips. Fuck, she was so responsive.

Her gasps and groans were so damn sexy, I had to try to focus on something else or I was going to fuck her before I was ready. I wanted her mindless. Lost in pleasure and bliss. That was going to require more than one orgasm to achieve.

My tongue flicked across her clit and she cried out, her thighs tightening around my head as I drove her closer to her orgasm. My finger pumped inside her, then I added a second.

“Oh God, Kilo!”

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