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“Well, let’s say it’s got potential.” Amusement danced in her eyes.
“Some of the other guys have their apartments fixed up really cool.” He shrugged. “I never cared much.”
Because he’d been depressed and sick for months since his return. But he was slowly putting that part of his life behind him. With any luck, that was over for good.
Setting her duffel on his bed, he fished in his bedroom closet for his black one. Finding it, he tossed it on the bed and made quick work of filling it with jeans, T-shirts, and sweats. He folded a couple of nicer shirts, too, thinking of the steak house in town. Last were his underwear and toiletries, and he was good to go.
Hitching both bags on his shoulder, he turned to her. “Ready.”
On the way out, he made sure to stop by Aric and Rowan’s quarters to tell them where he would be. God help him if he left without telling his sister good-bye. She got all sniffly and tearful, not like her one bit. But she and Aric had been through hell worrying about him, so he gave her a pass.
Outside, he led Jacee to the hangar and into the area where their personal vehicles were parked. She was suitably impressed by all the SUVs and aircraft.
“Holy crap! Hueys? And a private plane? Jeez, how many Escalades do you have?”
“Several. All of those belong to the Pack.”
“Who paid for all this stuff? The government?”
“Something like that.”
“You know you’re going to have to tell me that story,” she insisted. “How you guys became the Pack.”
“I will. Let’s get to your place and relax first, huh?” He unlocked the doors and helped her in. Then he tossed their bags in the back, went around, and climbed in. Once he was headed down the road to the gate, he asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Yes. But not for food.”
The look she gave him nearly made him stomp the gas pedal through the floorboard. Every ounce of his newly purified blood arrowed south, and his cock stiffened in his jeans. The twenty-minute drive to her part of town had never seemed so long, but he drove carefully. The last thing he needed was to get pulled over by Deveraux or one of his deputies. Being harassed by the sheriff once in a month was plenty. Or make that once in a lifetime.
Finally he parked in front of her house and retrieved their bags. As they started up the walk, he had a pang of momentary sadness as he looked at the place. She’d worked so hard to make it pretty and homey, but Nick would never allow them to live here. Not if Micah wanted to remain on the team. He wasn’t sure what solution the boss would come up with, but living in town wasn’t going to be an option.
Jacee let them in and gestured down a hallway. “My bedroom is down there. There’re two. It’s the one on the right.”
“That’s the only one we’re going to need.” Lips curving up, he started that way, aware of her following him.
Her scent teased his nose, arousal heightening the potency. In the bedroom he dumped the bags on the floor near the bed and turned, pulling Jacee into his arms. He couldn’t wait one second longer to have her again. To feel her naked skin against his, to bury his cock in her depths and feel her clenching around him.
He took her mouth hungrily, licking into her sweet heat. Exploring, his tongue dueling with hers. She moaned, arching into him, running her palms under his shirt to skim his back. Delicate fingers mapped his scars, cruelly made what seemed so long ago.
But she made everything right. When he was in her arms, there was no reason to doubt or fear. No reason to be anything but happy that he’d found her among the millions of people in the country, and she accepted all of him. Even the scars he carried on the inside.
Especially those. Because of Jacee, he could heal. Was nearly there.
“Let’s take this to the bed,” he whispered, “because I’m going to make love to you all afternoon. And I’m going to claim you as my mate, if you’ll have me.”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
She attacked his mouth again, and they fell backward together onto the mattress, tearing at each other’s clothes. That was all the encouragement he needed.
It was time to claim his mate, and his future.
Eight
Micah hadn’t felt so alive in years.
Not since he’d awakened in a military base hospital in a godforsaken hellhole and learned he’d become part beast. He’d been fighting ever since to reclaim some former semblance of himself. Some small measure of peace.
With his Pack brothers, he’d found belonging, acceptance.
