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“Oh, God,” she moaned again.
“Or maybe you want this?” He took his cock and lined it up with her pussy, pushing in just far enough for her to feel him.
“I want it all,” she whispered.
“Then let me give it to you,” he said at her ear, and in one stroke he seated himself deep inside her body.
Her head fell forward and her hands slid across the glass. It was heaven and then he took her even higher, plunging in and out, praising her mind, heart and body. He fucked her until they were both groaning for release.
He reached around her front and pinched her clit, and she went up in flames.
“Tell me,” he said to her again.
She knew what he wanted. “I love you,” she said aloud, and then he was coming, bathing her insides with his release.
He pumped into her until the contractions of her orgasm finally eased, then he pulled out.
“Stay there,” he demanded.
She was about to collapse and he wanted her to stand there? She rested her forehead on the glass. He returned to her with a warm rag and wiped her off. Then he picked her up and placed her on the bed.
She crawled under the covers and held them up for him.
“I should have started a fire,” he said.
She chuckled. “You did—inside me.”
She felt him laugh at that.
“Tell me,” she demanded this time.
“I love you.”
And it was enough.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next three days passed in a blur. She trained with the Glock and the Barrett .50 cal until her arms and shoulders were sore. Marshall was happy. She’d made progress and they’d even made her a ghillie suit.
They all ate together and trained together and for Ava it felt a bit like a big extended family. Wolf and his men all had women and told their stories to Ava.
She loved hearing them and told them she wanted to meet their women one day when it was safe. They all agreed.
There was darkness on her horizon. The Chinese and the Russians and the fact that Holland hadn’t found hide nor hair of Olivia. His frustration communicated across the connection every time he checked in.
Keegan checked in every night. He and Kyle had been glued to their computers searching for anything that would tell them when the Russians or Chinese would strike.
Her nights with Captain were filled with reconnection—emotional, mental and physical. She told herself she’d fallen back in too quickly but then admonished herself for ever leaving in the first place.
And there was Cap, refusing to let her go. Refusing to give her even a moment to revert back to her old ways of thinking. She believed that he and Holland were never going to turn her over. She believed that he loved her. She just hoped like hell they had a chance at a future together.
He’d told her he’d lay down his life for her. She’d told him she’d do the same. He’d winced and demanded that she take it back. She was supposed to live, no matter what happened. She’d refused to recant and told him to stuff it.
He always took first watch so he could spend extra time with her in the night. She’d grown to cherish that time.
But through it all was the fear that their time was running out.
On her fifth day at the cabin, things came to a head. Cap had let her sleep in and she had, getting up around nine only to feel groggy and hungover. Too little sleep was a killer but so was too much. She dressed and made her way downstairs to look for Marshall.
