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“By filling you with my cum.”

“About that…” I graze the sides of his neck with my fingers. “My pill pack just ran out, so we might want to use something until I get to the doctor.”

“No.” He shakes his head, pulling my mouth to his.

“What do you mean, no?” I murmur against his lips.

“If it’s up to me, you’re staying off the fucking pill from now on anyway.”

I pull back, smiling. “Did Jameson Steel just admit he wants to knock me up?”

I’ve never really thought about having my own kids when I could barely picture myself having a relationship. But the love and security this man brings into my life has the thought ballooning my heart.

“Fuck yes, I did. The more of you, the better. Little miniature Tempe’s running around the compound.”

My eyebrow hitches. “You realize they could also turn out just like you.”

“Then good luck with that.”

I laugh, and he catches my mouth in a kiss. He holds my jaw and connects me to him. With his free hand, he works the buttons on his jeans, and I shift so he can pull out his hard cock.

My fingers grip it, and the growl that vibrates through his chest has my body aching.

Shifting away, I try to pull myself from his lap to sink to the floor, but he stops me.

“Why won’t you let me please you?” I lean in, teasing the shell of his ear.

“I don’t want you on your knees in here. I want to take you on my throne like the queen you are.” He lifts my hips. “Sit on my cock, wildfire. Let me worship you where you belong.”

I stare into his eyes as I slowly sink onto his hard shaft. He stretches me, filling me in the way only he can. His hands on my hips shove me the final inch until I’m fully seated. And I don’t take my gaze off him as I start to circle my hips.

“You feel like the paradise I don’t deserve.” He kisses the center of my throat.

His fingers on my arm make the strap of my dress flutter down as he kisses up my neck. I chase the feeling of him all over me, riding him in desperation for my release.

“That’s it. Ride my cock like a good girl. It’s yours. Only yours.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull Jameson in for a kiss. We melt together as I claim a man who was so out of reach when I met him.

We were wandering alone at two ends of a desolate desert. And somehow, we managed to find each other.

I’ve spent my whole life fighting, but in Jameson’s arms, I don’t feel the need to anymore. I’ve found my safe space—my partner. I hand myself to him because that’s what he does to me, unapologetically.

When he comes, he marks me deeper than any stitches securing a patch to a vest.

He marks me as his.

And he’s mine.

33

Tempe

Luna stops beside me,wearing neon-purple sunglasses. She smiles, tipping her face up to the sky.

“I love Nevada.” She waves her arms out.

“That’s because it’s April, and the weather is bearable.” I laugh.

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