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“Oh, I didn’t know Sam had been shot. That must’ve been tough for Tess. And I’ve met Piper, she seems so sweet. I had no idea about her ex.”

“Yeah, well he used to beat her, and she finally found the courage to leave him. He didn’t take it well and came after her.”

“Oh my God, he was trying to kill her?”

“That was his intention, Markie. That’s why she ended up shooting him. So, until you’re in a certain situation, you can’t say what you will or won’t do.”

“I know, I know. I’ll do what needs to be done. I’m just hoping he doesn’t come back for me,” she admitted with a sigh.

“You can bet he will. He won’t be able to resist the urge to get revenge on you for escaping him. There isn’t a doubt in my mind,” he assured her.

“Sam told me that law enforcement is actively searching for him. There’s even an all-points bulletin out on him.”

“I’ve spoken to Sam a few times and he’s frustrated about not being able to catch him. Hopefully, they’ll apprehend him soon.”

“Once we finish practicing, let’s head back to your cabin and see if we can get a little dirty,” she teased with a wink.

Nate chuckled and shook his head before they resumed her shooting practice.

As they walked back to the house, the air around them was thick with sexual tension. If Nate didn’t have her soon, he was going to go insane.

When they made it to the porch, they stumbled through the front door of the house, their lips locked in a feverish kiss that betrayed the urgency of their desires. Their hands roamed wildly over each other’s bodies, clawing at clothing with equal fervor. The air was thick with the scent of lust.

Markie’s hands found the hem of Nate’s shirt, yanking it upwards with a ferociousness that spoke to the hunger within her. She broke their kiss only long enough to pull the garment over his head, before putting her face against his neck. Her lips found the tender skin below his ear, her teeth nipping and sucking with just enough pressure to leave a mark.

Nate’s fingers deftly worked at the buttons of Markie’s blouse; his movements frantic in his eagerness to feel her bare skin against his own. He managed to free the top few buttons, before giving up on finesse and tearing the remainder of the fabric apart. The sound of ripping fabric and buttons hitting the floor filled the room, a testament to their unbridled passion.

“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” he said in a low voice.

“No,” she whispered.

With a growl, Nate led her to the sofa, turned her away from him, pushed her against the back of it. His hands roamed over her now-bare chest, his thumbs brushing over her nipples with just enough pressure to elicit a gasp from her lips. He ground his hips against her ass, his hard length pressing insistently against the back of her jeans.

Markie arched her back, pressing herself against Nate with a need that matched his own. She reached behind her, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. She managed to free him from his confines, her fingers wrapping around his length with a bruising grip.

Nate let out a low moan as Markie began to stroke him, her movements jerky and desperate. He thrust his hips in time with her touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached around, his fingers finding the waistband of her jeans and tugging them downwards.

Markie kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans, her body now bare save for the black lace panties. Nate’s hands roamed over her thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before slipping beneath the scrap of fabric. He found her already slick, her arousal evidence of her own desperate need.

With a growl, Nate removed Markie’s panties, his fingers digging into her skin as he did so. He gripped her hips, positioning her so that she was bent over at the waist. He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over her bare form with a hunger that bordered on savage. He removed a condom from his wallet, rolled it on his hard cock, and stared at her.

Markie looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire and her lips parted in anticipation. Nate needed no further invitation; he stepped forward once more, positioning himself before thrusting into her with a single stroke that stole their breath away in unison.

The sex was brutal and raw, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was as old as time. Nate gripped Markie’s hips with bruising force as he thrust into her again and again, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing over them both. Markie pushed back against him with equal fervor, meeting him thrust for thrust as they chased their release together.

Their orgasms hit them hard, stealing their breath and leaving them trembling in their wake. Nate collapsed against Markie’s back, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

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Markie did all she could to catch her breath. When she moved, Nate stepped back from her. She straightened up and turned to face him. Their eyes met, then a frown marred his brow.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, of course, not.” She smiled as she cupped his cheek in her hand.

“I was a little rough, Markie.”

“It was wonderful, Nate. I know you’d never hurt me physically.”

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