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“I guess it does,” I confirmed. “We’ll figure it out.” There were a lot of logistics to work through, but for the foreseeable future, we’d be in Atlanta.
Levi cleared his throat. “I think if we’re going to be working together, staying close would be wise. And since the mansion is now—supposedly—hallowed ground, it makes sense for you to stay there.” A pause. “If you want.” Another pause. “I’m sure we can upgrade the accommodations with some planning.”
I looked to my team, meeting each one of their gazes. Acceptance stared back at me. There was safety in numbers, both for Levi’s family and ours. It would take adjustments, but…
I turned to Eli, raised an eyebrow. He laid a hand on my knee, carefully avoiding my wound, and gave me a gentle squeeze. Acceptance. Pleasure. And maybe…something else.
I pushed that thought away and focused on the now.
“We accept,” I told Levi. “And thank you. Protecting your family as well as our own will be an honor.”
Levi seemed to understand the formality of my words, and his acknowledgment was a solemn nod.
We arrived at the Humvee then, and Eli and I climbed out. Levi and the crew headed back to the mansion. Eli opened the back of the Humvee and gestured me in.
“I can sew my own stitches, you know,” I said, settling on one of the benches along one wall. “I’ve done it plenty of times before.”
Eli pulled a first-aid kit from beneath the other bench and turned to me. “Sexy as all that he-woman shit is, no. You’re not sewing yourself up, Beautiful. Now out of those pants.”
“I’m not stripping for you, pervert.” But I was smiling. Something warm and happy, something I hadn’t bothered to feel for a very long time, expanded in my chest as I stared at his dark hair where he bent over the kit, rummaging for the supplies he needed. Not that L word, not yet, but…something close. Something special.
“If you think I’m letting my woman sit there covered in bloody clothes while I perform field surgery on her, you’re delusional. Now strip.”
When I didn’t move, he glanced up, a glare in his eyes. And froze. I have no idea what he saw, what my face revealed; I only knew I was stuck back on those two little words that had left his mouth. “‘My woman’?”
The glare slowly dissolved as something warm and happy, something that very closely resembled what was filling up the space behind my ribs, took its place. “My woman,” he repeated, and I couldn’t miss the possession saturating the words. Not the L word for him either, but…
“I can live with that,” I finally said and went to work getting my fatigues, boots, and socks off. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but stripping out of the wet clothes was a relief, even if it left me in my shirt and panties in the middle of the woods.
Eli pulled a couple of wipes from the kit and began wiping my skin clean. “Well, don’t get all sappy on me there, Nix.”
I snickered. “I won’t, I promise.” I didn’t flinch as he worked on me with sure, strong hands. I didn’t hesitate to climb out of the back of the Humvee when Eli was finished and walk, half-naked, to the front passenger door. And when he beat me there and pulled the door open for me, I simply smiled and cuddled up against him, staring at his dark face in the moonlight. “Thank you.”
Eli bent his head and kissed me, his tongue taking over, the scent and feel and taste of him sending my senses into overdrive. When he finally pulled back, it was slow and reluctant, and his smile made my knees weak. “Anytime, Beautiful.”
I moved my hand from where it clutched a fistful of his T-shirt, trailed down his side, his hip, and around until I cupped the firm, full globe of his ass, and squeezed. “I’ll remember that, Sweet Cheeks.”
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Epilogue
Nix —
One Month Later
“Move, goddamn it!” I stared up at Eli and strained to shift my hips, needing the slide of his cock inside me more than I needed my next breath. But I was shit out of luck. Eli held his rigid length deep, deep inside me and refused to move.
He was giving me a heart attack—and enjoying every minute of it if the shit-eating grin on his face told me anything. He tugged on my nipples, first one and then the other, milking sensation from my body, forcing me to teeter on the edge of orgasm for what felt like forever. I clamped down on his cock, squirmed where he held my ass practically in his lap, but nothing I did seemed to threaten the iron will with which he restrained his own need. My back arched up from the mattress, forcing my breasts harder against his fingers, the angle of my hips almost enough to rub my clit against his lower belly. If I just strained a little more…
“Uh-uh.” Eli’s fingers left my nipples, and he leaned back, denying me the sensation that I craved. I whined, wanting, desperate—then gasped as the sharp sting of a slap hit my clit. A preliminary pulse rippled through my core, so close but not enough to send me over the edge.
“Motherfucker!” I shifted again but only succeeded in earning another slap. “Get back up here and give me what I want,” I snarled, “or I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Eli gripped my thighs in his huge hands, stilling the slightest movement. “Hmm? What are you going to do? Be good? Because you know what that earns you, don’t you, Mikaela?”
Just the memory of the last time Eli had decided to “reward” me for being good sent a food of moisture along his cock, making him chuckle. I panted hard, hands fisted, trying frantically not to move and miss a single second of what he had in store.
“That’s it,” Eli crooned. He circled his cock inside me, and I whined again. “You feel so good around me like this, Beautiful. Bare. Nothing between us but the sweet cream dripping from your body.” We’d made the decision just last week after fresh testing confirmed both of us were still clean. And God, yes, it feltso good.
