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Dawg and Rowdy stared back at him in surprise. “When?”
“The anonymous call the night Chaya came into town. I finally recognized the voice despite his attempts to disguise it. It was Cranston. That was his warning. ”
“Then he needs to brush up on his social-fucking-skills. ” Dawg’s smile was one of those nerve-racking curves that always denoted trouble. “And I’ll just enlighten him on that little tidbit when we get hold of him. ”
Natches stared at Rowdy, then at Dawg, and shook his head. He hadn’t wanted them involved, but hadn’t they always been? Dayle would never be satisfied if he managed to take Natches out, because he hated his nephews with the same consuming fury that he hated his son. And his brother Ray? His hatred for Ray ran so strong and so deep that Natches had worried for years that Dayle would strike back at him.
“We meet back here in the morning, then tomorrow night,” Rowdy told them both as he moved to the rail of the boat. “We hash this out then and figure things out. And we do this together. ” He stared back at Natches, his gaze hard, determined.
Natches nodded. There wasn’t a chance they would let him do it alone, he knew.
He watched as his cousins, his family, jumped from his boat to Dawg’s. Dawg headed inside while Rowdy made the jump to his own houseboat, his shadow barely visible even under the clear sky and nearly full moon.
He stared up at that moon, and before he headed back inside to Chaya, he whispered another prayer. This one for protection. God, don’t let him lose Chaya, because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never survive it.
Chaya smiled as she felt Natches move silently beside her in the big bed, then gave a little shiver as his cool body curled around her.
“You’re cold,” she murmured, not quite awake, not quite asleep, but content to drift where she was, content and peaceful.
“You gonna get me warm. ” His voice washed through her, just a little rough, tinged with masculine amusement.
“Hmm. ” She shifted against him, her legs rubbing against his hair-roughened ones as a sense of completeness began to make itself known.
She shouldn’t feel comfortable. She shouldn’t feel like she was home in his arms, because she hadn’t known what home felt like until Natches.
“I’m really cold,” he murmured, rolling her to her back as her lashes lifted and she stared into his shadowed face, glimpsed his quick smile.
She loved his smile, though she hadn’t seen it nearly enough since coming to Somerset. She wanted to see it every second of her day, she realized. A smile on his lips and in his eyes.
She let her hands slide up the arms braced on each side of her body, until they curved around his neck. She was ready for his kiss when it came, and he had no right to claim being cold, he was an inferno, heated and hungry.
His kiss sank into her, his lips slanting across hers as he moved over her, sliding between her thighs and nestling the head of his erection against the slick folds of her sex.
“You feel warm now, Natches,” she whispered, feeling the need beginning to grow inside her again.
As he slid inside her, thick and hard, her breath caught in her throat and her back arched, taking more of him, taking him deeper and fighting to hold him tighter. Though she was stretched so tight around him that a thought couldn’t have slid between his flesh and hers.
“Downright hot now. ” His breathing was rough, his hands demanding, gentle, as he stroked her body, his head bending until his lips and tongue could play over her nipple.
“Yeah, you feel kinda hot,” she gasped, then moaned as he suckled her deep and thrust heavily inside her. “Oh God, Natches, what are you doing to me?”
But she knew what he was doing to her. Binding her so tight to him that there was no way to escape, no way to protect herself.
“Loving you,” he murmured against her nipple before kissing it softly and turning to the other tight peak. “Can’t you feel me loving you, Chay?”
She could. Thrusting, sliding so deep and warm inside her, like a dream. He was taking her like a slow, lazy dream, making every stroke memorable, every touch burning inside her heart.
“Keep loving me. ” She almost sobbed the plea, and she bit his shoulder as he raked his teeth over her nipple, sending sensation after sensation shooting clear to her womb. “Don’t stop, Natches. Don’t stop loving me. ”
“Not gonna happen,” he groaned. “Always love you. ”
And she had known it, just as she had known she felt the same. She mouthed the words against his arm, felt him nip the curve of her breast, and the pleasure began to spiral. His thrusts became harder, deeper. They stroked, penetrated, and filled her with ecstasy as she flew in his arms.
Her hips lifted, her legs wrapping around his hips as she held on for the ride of her life. Each time with Natches was better than the last. Each touch, each kiss, each heated thrust inside her body bound her more tightly to him. And when she exploded, felt him explode and felt their release mingling, she knew his intentions of binding her even closer would only give them more to share. There was no way of binding her closer; he already was her soul.
Each spurt of silky release flowing into her had her crying out though. Her name on his lips, his name sobbing from hers as he finally collapsed against her and rolled to his side.
He still held her. He didn’t let her go, just tucked her closer to him and let their breaths ease as drowsiness stole over her again.
