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She met every hard thrust with one of her own, arching her back away from the shower. My heart skipped several beats asthe pleasure continued to increase until the moment of ecstasy pummeled me toward an orgasm. I held on as long as I could, growling with every brutal slam.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes!” Her scream filtered into my eardrums as she climaxed, the moment finally setting me free.

That’s when I lost it, erupting deep inside, filling her with my seed.

I’d never been a man who’d wanted anyone in my life. Now? Everything had changed. I was falling hard for the girl and in truth, it petrified me.

I had to follow through with my decision.

I would set her free.

CHAPTER 20

Mallory

Tap. Tap.

The sound immediately drew my attention. I glanced up from the book I was reading, staring at the front window. I’d heard the wind earlier and with the number of trees surrounding the house, the sound was likely nothing more than branches hitting the house. Even Jax didn’t react, keeping his head on my legs on the couch.

The boy was just as comfortable as could be.

I returned to the book, shocked when I’d found a first edition classic in Beckett’s awesome library. The time was far too relaxing and I yawned, which prompted the pup to do the same.

He was about to settle down once again when his ears perked up. When he looked toward the front window as I’d done seconds before, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. With a quick look over my shoulder, I noticed Beckett was still outside. I could just make out a quick glimpse of his long, muscular legs.

I put the book on the table, tossing back the blanket and standing. There was no reason for me to be nervous. An approaching vehicle could have been heard hundreds of yards away. Still, I moved with caution, standing off to the side of the window before peering out through the closed blinds.

They’d remained in that position at Beckett’s insistence. I couldn’t see a thing but trees covered in snow, more trees, the truck, and snow as far as the eye could see. There were no obvious footprints, no sign that any other life had been close to the house. Jax jumped onto the windowsill, shoving his muzzle through the slats.

Since the pup wasn’t growling or attempting to claw his way through the glass, I determined what I’d heard had been nothing more than the wind.

“Come on, boy. It’s nothing.” Yet instead of returning to my perch on the couch, I headed to the back door, peering out at the darkening sky.

“I don’t know, Jax. Your father is working awfully hard.”

Woof.

I peered down at the pup for a few seconds, reaching over to scratch behind his ear. “Do you think we should take him a treat?”

Jax sat back on his haunches, peering up at me as if he was really thinking about whether his master deserved a hot cup of coffee after spending the last hour cutting additional wood. He’d insisted, worried another storm was coming in. The man was like some huge weather radar, capable of predicting an upcoming event better than any television station with all their fancy, expensive radar equipment.

He finally wagged his tail, even rubbing his paw over his nose.

“Goodness. You drive a hard bargain. One cup.” I laughed as I headed into the kitchen, finding an oversized mug in the cabinet. Once I hit brew on the coffee machine, I returned to the living room to slide into my boots and jacket.

With my gloves on, I poured his cup, struggling with the cream and sugar, all the while laughing. The man had turned my world upside down. I was caught in a strange and surreal passage in time. I never wanted this to end, yet knew there was no possibility it could last.

As soon as I opened the door, Jax bounded outside. I held the cup in both hands, careful not to trip, stopping short as soon as Beckett came into view. He’d removed his jacket and gloves, tossing them aside. He’d even rolled up the sleeves on his Henley, the setting sun allowing me to gather an incredible view of the tattooed muscles on his forearms.

I allowed myself to enjoy the stunning picture for a few seconds before approaching. The way he was swinging the maul was powerful, every muscle in his body perfection. I approached quietly, never taking my eyes off him.

His gun was secured with him in a holster attached to his shoulder. I was no longer afraid of his constant companion or of him, but as always, a slight shiver replaced the earlier moments of warmth.

Jax was as happy as before, although I noticed he wasn’t quite as exuberant as he’d been during the earlier outing. The poor pup was tired.

“Not too hard, Jax. You’ll hurt yourself,” I called out. As soon as I did, Beckett stopped what he was doing, still holding the maul as he slowly turned his head.

His face was covered in beads of sweat just like in the shower.

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