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“You aren’t fighting fair, Ezra Patterson,” Savannah whimpered.
“You know what they say…all’s fair in love and war.” I rumbled it down the delicate column of her neck, going back to the first night she’d spent with me.
Needy fingers curled into my shirt, and she tipped that sharp chin up to me.
“And this is love.” Her words climbed through the atmosphere. Taking possession.
“It’s love.”
Love. Love. Love.
I felt the moment she relented, and Savannah kept peeking up at me as she helped me undress, carefully peeling away my shirt. A tremble rocked her through when it exposed the bandage that sat low on my right flank. The bullet had entered just below my vest. Another had grazed my hip. I’d bled like crazy, but it’d missed any vital organs, which had saved my life.
I knew there was a piece of her that blamed herself. Thinking she’d brought this into my world. But Jack and I would have met the same way at some point in time. The same as I would have sniffed out the wickedness that lurked in Samson. Sometime, someway, I would have uncovered their secrets.
But even if I’d had no connection to them?
I would have gladly stood in the line of fire for her.
Always. Forever.
“I’m okay, honey. It’s over.” I said it softly. Like it might stand the chance of being a balm.
“I was so scared,” she whispered into the shadows that danced along the walls of my room.
“Me, too, but it’s just you and me now. I’m right here, and neither of us are going anywhere.”
I peeled off the sweatshirt she wore. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and those pert, tiny tits peeked out beneath the fall of her hair. I brushed a knuckle over a taut peak. A whimper wisped from between those plush lips, and I captured her mouth and swallowed it.
Drank down the greedy sounds that slipped from her tongue.
She peeled me out of my jeans then shimmied out of her sweatpants, leaving both of us bare.
“Lay down,” she muttered, giving me a slight nudge, and I climbed onto the bed. I leaned against the headboard, never taking my eyes off her.
From the side of the bed, she took me in, that gaze sweeping, devouring where I was sprawled out, ready for her.
My cock stony and hard. Blood boiling with need.
“Come up here and let me have that sweet cunt.”
Lust flash-fired. Ricocheting.
Though she remained careful as she climbed onto the bed, and gingerly, she came up to straddle me. Her hands went to my shoulders while her weight remained completely on her knees.
A goddess eclipsing sight.
I palmed her hip. “You have me, Savannah.”
I told her that same thing so many times. That I had her. That I wouldn’t hurt her. And I knew she wouldn’t hurt me, either.
Trust burned between us.
She gripped my dick and positioned it at her entrance. So slowly, she sank down.
Consuming me.
Owning me.
Claiming me.
“Fuck me, Little Trespasser. You feel so good.”
“So good.” She breathed it as she seated herself fully.
I let a smirk ride to my mouth as my fingers burrowed deep into her hips. “Exactly what the doctor ordered. You are the best kind of medicine.”
Savannah choked out a laugh, one that was half a moan as she slowly began to ride me, though her confession rang with severity. “And you are my remedy.”
“Sounds like we’re just better together. I might have to handcuff you to me and throw away the key.”
Affection skimmed and spread through her expression as she thought of the way she’d teased me that first night, though this time when she took my hand and weaved our fingers together and lifted our hands out to the side, I reached under the pillow and grabbed my cuffs that I’d hidden there, and I shackled our wrists together.
Savannah laughed a surprised sound. “Ah, there he is…my Hot Cop giving into his overbearing ways.”
I tugged her closer, a grin stretching across my mouth. “Sorry to break it to you, Little Trespasser, but you’re mine, and I claim you forever.”
EPILOGUE
SAVANNAH
Mist saturated the crisp spring air, the sound of the waterfall rushing over the cliff and crashing into the pools below filling my ears. That and the shouts and howls coming from the children where they played in the woods. Their father’s booming laughter thundered through the air as he chased them, the rambunctious game of hide and seek making them shriek with delight.
I snapped picture after picture, capturing the joy on their faces as they played.
As they loved.
As we spent this glorious Saturday together.
Six months had passed since this little family had changed everything. Since they’d shifted my foundation and built something brand new.
Once Ezra had come home from the hospital, I’d never left their house.
It’d become mine.
I’d never dared to dream of having a family. Of having people I would fight for just as fiercely as they would fight for me.
