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He laughs, a true laugh, and he even smiles. I see it now. What Jesse sees in him.

“Don’t we all. Don’t we all.”

His gaze roams over his bloody, sleeping wife. “She recognized you were good, and I believed her.”

“Why?”

“Because like you. She knows evil on a personal level.”

She stirs and groans, her brows pulled together.

Even though the smell of the blood she’s bathed in makes me want to unzip myself and get the fuck out of here, I lean over and pull her against me. Her head falls against my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around her. I watch as her face relaxes.

Dirk reaches over and takes her hand in his. “I saw what happened at the warehouse last night.”

I lay my cheek against the top of Jesse’s head and look at him.

“Climbing out of windows is another thing you two have in common.” He glances at the road and then at me. “Next time, remember you have friends you can talk to. Don’t run.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Jacob

My fingers trail over her bare skin as she sleeps beside me. For the past month, this is how I wake her. Her nose wrinkles before she pulls a pillow over her head.

“Not yet,” she mumbles. “I was having such a good dream.”

“Better than this,” I tiptoe my fingers up her thigh.

Her breath hitches when I reach her sweet spot. It’s cute the way she pretends to be asleep.

“I’ve got a mission for you today,” I singsong.

Her hips lift off the bed when I curl my fingers inside of her.

“I want you to find one thing in the junkyard that you find beautiful.”

She pushes herself to her elbows, letting the pillow fall from her face. The way her eyes trail my hand makes my cock hard.

“I’ve already found the most beautiful thing in this junkyard.” Her lashes brush the apples of her cheeks as she forces her gaze to meet mine.

“Oh, you mean me.” I chuckle. “I’ve never been called beautiful before.”

She throws her head back as I pick up the tempo. “Oh, oh, Jacob, don’t stop.”

“I thought you wanted to go back to dreaming?” I tease, but I keep my pace.

“I am dreaming,” she groans, and then her body tenses.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, kissing the inside of her thigh lightly.

A sunbeam breaks from behind our curtains, cutting across her stomach. A post orgasmic glow glistens over her skin as she softly floats back down to earth.

“I was wrong. I’m not dreaming. I’m in heaven.” She throws her arms out dramatically. “I’m going to get spoiled if you keep this up.”

I fold my hands over her stomach and then rest my chin on them, smiling at her. “That’s the plan.”

Her laughter makes us both shake, and then her stomach growls loudly.

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