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It seems so stupid.

Especially after the warning he gave me earlier about what would happen if he ended up in this bed with me.

Because he was right.

But the thought of having to fall asleep again without this is enough to make me ask.

“Please don’t go back and sleep on the couch.”

The corners of his mouth curl up slowly, amusement lighting his eyes. His hold on me tightens, and he adjusts his hips slightly, easing even further into me, as much as the position and the baby between us will allow. “Okay. I won’t…”

I can’t fight the grin pulling at my lips, and I score my nails lightly across his hard pecs, around the sides of his hips, and to where the scars mar his otherwise flawless skin. “I wouldn’t want your back to hurt.”

He chuckles low.

The vibration from his chest rolls through me, and his cock gets even harder inside me. I groan at the sensation, my body tingling with the memory of the first release, and clench around him.

He makes that deep rumbling sound again and crushes his lips to mine. “I told you before, and I’ll tell you again, Camille, whatever you need, anytime, anywhere, always, I’ll give it to you.”

ChapterFourteen

DALTON

Normally, on a beautiful fall day like this, when the leaves are just starting to change and the cool breeze washes over me, being able to ride Apollo would wipe away worries.

Anything bothering me would disappear the harder I pushed him.

The faster we run, the further I would move from any problems.

But not today.

I’m ridingtowardthe very thing that has caused the tension. Searching for an explanation when what I might find could make things worse.

This isn’t a joyride to take in the pristine wilderness and allow Apollo to unleash his restlessness and power.

I’m out here because somebodyviolatedthe mountain in a way that could threaten my life—and those of the only people I care about.

Being in these woods means I’m not there withher, withthem, and leaving Camille and Davey with Pops this morning took every ounce of strength I had.

I can’t even count the number of times I looked back at them on the cabin porch before I led Apollo into the trees toward the lake to try to track the men who were here yesterday. Or the number of times I’ve considered turning around and going back, regardless of whether I’ve completed the task I’ve set out to accomplish.

Deep down, I know Pops will protect them.

That everything will befinewhile I’m gone, but leaving was made a thousand times harder because of the looks Camille gave me all morning before we left her place to come here.

Watching me out of the corner of her eye.

Staring when I was talking with Davey and she thought I wouldn’t notice.

Chewing on her bottom lip as she moved around the kitchen, making breakfast like she’s still unsure about what happened last night and considering what it means.

I can’t say I blame her.

Not really.

I could never regret it.

Not in a million years.

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