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“You don’t have to?—”

“But you are. That is obvious. And very funny, too, although I’m ready to kill every last motherfucker who looked at you, put his hand on you, or kissed you.”

“Fierce!”

“This is a part of me that will never change. I’m loyal to a fault but just as jealous. That said, I trust you to write the story from your heart. Telling the truth about your experiences here without giving away too much about us. Because though I trust you completely, I also guard our love jealously, not wanting to share our precious stories and time together with anyone else. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, it does. And my editor will hate it.”

“Do you write for yourself? Or your editor?”

“For me.”

“Then, write your story, and keep writing always, only about marriage and babies because I won’t let you go on any more dates unless they are with me.”

“That goes without saying.”

“I don’t think it does. You are mine now. But you have a gift you must share with the world. Quit worrying about student loans, old cars, scraping by. I’m your man now, and I pledge to always care for you. To keep you well-fed, loved, happy, and wanting for nothing.”

Felicity turns towards me, straddling and kissing me until I feel dizzier than anything the fruity wine could do.

“I need you, Fierce. Please make love to me.”

Her words stop my heart, and I swallow hard. Unbuttoning and unzipping my Wranglers with one fluid motion, I reach beneath her skirt, dragging her panties to the side and sliding into her tight, silky cunt, still swollen and sensitive from earlier. The way she grips me is everything, stealing my breath and making my heart pound against my ribs.

How does she feel like the place I was always meant to be?

Tears fill my eyes, and she wipes them away, tenderly palming my cheeks as streams flow down hers. Leaning forward, I kiss the salty trails on her cheeks as she heals me from the inside out in ways I didn’t even know I needed healing.

I take her tenderly beneath the veil of stars, savoring every sensation and thrust as our breaths fill the air with great white puffs. Together, we come undone, crying out into the night. Afterward, she nestles against my chest again, and I feel closer to her than anyone ever placed on this planet. My thoughts immediately turn to loss with this revelation. If I lost this woman, I would die. I hold her closer, breathing in her delicious vanilla scent. You must never lose her then, Fierce. Whatever you do.

Chapter Ten

FELICITY

“Firefly. Firefly.”

The urgent, deep voice calls me back from the delicious dreams I’ve inhabited all night, a heady mixture of reality and fantasy fueled by Fierce.

“What?” I whisper in a pouty voice, rubbing my eyes drowsily.

“You must get up. Some trouble is brewing. I don’t know what exactly, but Julen says it involves us both.”

“Julen?” I ask grumpily, closing my eyes and pulling the warm goose-down comforter over my head.

“My younger brother,” Fierce explains, and I can hear the rustling sounds of him dressing quickly. “He just called. He said my family are on their way. You must be up and dressed now.” The strain in his voice grabs my attention.

I throw back the covers. “Your family? Coming here? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” he replies, his face filled with too many emotions to identify. “But Julen says it’s bad, and he’s never been one to exag?—”

A boom sounds on the front door, and I jump. “Oh God!” My hand goes to my mouth.

“I will deal with them,” he says grimly, narrowing his eyes. “But you must be up and dressed.” He leans over the bed, kissing me. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

He strides from the room, locking and shutting the bedroom door behind him. The heels of his cowboy boots hammer on the wood floor as more booms sound, and the front door swings open with a whining sound.

As if opening Pandora’s Box, the air fills with angry voices, and a tirade of Basque floods the house, making me shake to the marrow of my bones. Oh my God. What is happening?

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