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He didn't need to be told twice, thank fuck. Drake pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a steady rhythm that had me gasping with each stroke. The initial burn faded quickly, replaced by waves of pleasure as he hit my prostate again and again.

"You feel amazing," Drake groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

I braced myself on my forearms, meeting his thrusts eagerly. "Harder," I panted. "Please, Drake."

He obliged, picking up the pace and slamming into me with enough force to rock the bed. I bit down on my arm to muffle my cries, not wanting to wake Tammy. Drake reached around me, and his fingers curled around my leaking cock.

“Gonna come,” he groaned, but sparks were already firing in my brain and as I felt Drake swell and pulse inside me, my world turned gloriously white.

Chapter Seventeen

Drake

Tammy had a much better night, which was just as well. Shae was practically unconscious, and I basked in the satisfaction. She woke twice, but settled pretty much straight away, and Shae didn’t stir either time. I was going to visit Albert a little later when I knew they would be up, and I was currently feeding Tammy while Shae, who had finally woken, had run over to see if Moira needed any help with the dogs. She still hadn’t put them back in the barn, but thanks to the vet who had treated them and had advertised for their adoption in his surgery, all the dogs except the last pittie and one of the puppies had been claimed. Albert had taken a shine to the pittie, apparently, so it likely had a home even though they would need help walking him, which is what Shae was currently doing.

He was back within an hour and Tammy was watching the cartoon with the blue dog she liked, Maxie curled up at her feet. They were funny to watch, because every so often Tammy wouldplay with Maxie’s ears, but when she’d stopped too long, Maxie would nudge her hand and it would start all over again.

Shae sighed. “You need to talk to Moira for me.”

I looked over at him, taking in his obvious discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s still paying me,” he mumbled. “And I’m not doing shit.”

Honesty.We’d promised each other honesty. “You know that’s because she’s hoping you’re gonna run the place.”

His lips twitched. “You reckon?” He was fuckin’ adorable. Then I jerked to a stop in my head.Adorable?I was a Marine. I’d spent most of my life in one sort of conflict or another, and not just the foreign enemy kind, and I’d just used the wordadorable? Jesus, I was turning soft. Not that I was complaining if that meant I kept Shae in my bed and in my arms every night.

He frowned but then smiled when Tammy giggled at something on her cartoon. “Is that Maxie?” He knew it wasn’t, but he was teasing her. She looked up and shook her head.

“No Maxie.”

I froze, and so did Shae. He looked over at me in utter astonishment and I think I recovered first. “No, sweetheart, you’re right. That’s not Maxie,” I agreed and slid Shae’s waffles onto his plate. Tammy had already eaten most of hers. “Come, sit.”

I was desperately trying to play it cool, but our smiles had to be blinding.

I was starving and ate a huge breakfast, which made me wonder if I could turn the room Shae had been using into a weights room. I’d never needed to worry about fitness as between the gym I visited where I’d first met Shae, and my job, getting soft wasn’t an option. But I was all in with Shae, which meant keeping my much older body healthy was even more of a priority. We both got an alert on the phone as we were finishing our coffee. It was Dixie, from Jay’s team.

Four cars. Two unmarked and two other cop cars just turned in.

“Shit,” Shae spat out. “What’s he done?” I knew Shae meant his dad, but there’d be no way they’d send marked cars to let us know about an ongoing case. I swallowed my bad feeling down.

“Remember, you have Tammy,” I cautioned, because I had a really, really, bad feeling about this and Shae’s priority had to be her. I texted Dixie back and asked her to alert Rawlings and Danny.

We could see the flashing lights from the glass panes in the door. I nodded to Tammy and Shae went over to scoop her up. I walked to the door and opened it.

“Drake Starr?” the officer asked formally, his hand at his hip. And I knew. I fucking knew.

“I have a three-year-old child in here. Can we do this outside?”

I didn’t wait for an assent as I stepped onto the porch and both officers grabbed me, spinning me around. “Drake Starr, we are arresting you for the crime of manslaughter. You do not…”

The fuck? “Who am I supposed to have killed?” But they ignored my question.

Shae appeared at the door, and both the other two cops and one of the detectives all raised their weapons. Shae froze.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Go speak to Danny. It’s okay.Tammy,” I reminded him because I wasn’t convinced after seeing his scar that they wouldn’t fire if he took another step.

Shae retreated, even though I could see the torment in his gaze. The cuffs were on me, and I was in the back of a cop car before I knew it. I’d told Shae to call Danny to give him something to focus on, but I knew Dixie would have sounded a five-alarm fire the second I was arrested.

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