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I turn her gently, kissing her bruised lips, tasting salt from her tears.
"That was..." she starts, voice hoarse.
"Not over," I murmur, already hard again at the thought of more. But for now, we catch our breath, the alliance—and whatever this is—feeling unbreakable in the afterglow.
CHAPTER TEN
Helle
I wake up in a bed that's not mine.
For a second—just a second—panic flares.
Wrong room, wrong bed, where the fuck am I?
Then I feel the sheets against my bare skin, smell leather and something distinctly male, and remember.
The woods. Bravos. Dawn breaking through the trees while we?—
My face heats even thinking about it.
After, we stumbled back to his room like teenagers sneaking in past curfew.
We couldn't keep our hands off each other.
Made it as far as the door before he was kissing me again, backing me inside, kicking the door shut behind us.
We'd had sex again, slower that time.
Taking our time to learn what made the other gasp, moan, beg.
And then we talked.
Reallytalked.
Lying tangled in his sheets while the sun came up, sharing truths we'd kept buried for years.
I'd asked about Phantom—what his Prez had really said about me.
Bravos had been quiet for a moment, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. "He asked if I was getting involved with someone I shouldn't be. Said if I'm going to stay somewhere, I should prospect for that club, not his."
"He thinks I'm going to steal you away from Shotgun Saints."
"Something like that. His problem is if you wanted to stay here—in Florida—you'd pull me away from the club. Make me less of a Nomad."
I'd tensed at that. "I'm not staying here."
"I know. That's what I’ll tell him." His hand had stilled on my shoulder. "You're in Texas. Which means I'd actually be around home base more. Not less. Actually present instead of constantly on the road running from shit."
"So, it could work."
"Yeah. It could work."
I'd fallen asleep after that, his arm around my waist, feeling safer than I had in years.
Now I'm alone in his bed, wearing his t-shirt that smells like him, and sunlight is streaming through the window at an angle that suggests it's late morning or early afternoon.
I slept.Reallyslept. Dreamless and deep.
