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“Honey,” I whispered because really, he was doing great things between my legs and I was beyond words.

“Naked, Anaya. I want to taste you before I fuck you.” A shiver ran through me and my pussy clenched around his fingers. “You like when I’m hungry, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I’m gonna take my time eating before I flip you over and take the rest of you.”

Kyle did indeed take his time eating me and after he’d brought me to a screaming orgasm, he took more time licking and tasting the rest of me. And by the time he’d finished with me riding on top of him giving him a show, because, well, he’d given me a second orgasm that was arguably better than the first, he deserved it. And when he groaned his pleasure, I continued to ride him harder, until he exploded with a shout, yanking me down so he could kiss me through it.

It was everything Kyle had promised it would be. It was thorough, it was rough, it was sweet. And through it all, I felt it in my heart, in my soul, from top to toe, and all the places in between. All the cracks and voids that once had dominated my life were now filled. Each and every one of them. And he was right about more—he’d cemented over them in a way I’d never forget. I was invincible because that was how he made me. And I was fearless because I was strong.

Chapter 39

Max

Un-fucking-believable.

I’d watched Declan stroll up to the front door of a small but well-kept house in a nice and quiet neighborhood and knock on the door. I’d also watched a very beautiful blonde open the door. In her defense she did scowl at him before she allowed him in.

Un-fucking-real.

I should’ve felt like a dick for following my teammate and invading his privacy, and I had, right up until I saw who’d opened the door. Now I was fucking pissed. Declan wasn’t stirring the pot, he was shaking a hornet’s nest and it wasn’t just him who was gonna get stung.

At least I now knew where he’d been sneaking off to when he said he had shit to do the last month and a half. He didn’t have shit to do, he had someone to do. Jesus Christ.

I hadn’t stopped staring at the door he’d entered thirty minutes ago and I was debating whether or not I should go knock, then knock some sense into him. This was a disaster waiting to happen. No, fuck that—this would be an atomic bomb that when detonated would wipe us all off the map.

Goddamn it.

My phone vibrated, clattering in the cupholder, and I angrily picked it up. But when I saw the caller ID, my anger slid to worry.

“Tex,” I greeted. “Everything okay?”

It was late and even though the man worked all hours of the day, his evenings were normally dedicated to his gorgeous wife Melody and their two daughters.

“I need a favor.”

“Anything,” I agreed immediately.

“I need you to go to Florida and grab a woman. You got two choices, bring her up here and Mel and I will figure out what to do with her, or you keep her until I work something else out.”

“Is there a reason you’re coming to me about this and not Zane? You know I’ll have to clear it with him first.”

“Zane’s my next call, but I wanted to talk to you first, see if you’d be willing to go.”

“Of course I’ll do it, but who is she?”

“She’s…just someone who got herself wrapped up in something she had no choice but to get involved with. She did something she’s not proud of, something she had to do, and believe me, I wouldn’t have helped her out of it unless I didn’t believe she was sorry for what she had to do.”

Well, that was cryptic as fuck, but I also knew Tex had a moral compass that pointed north. There was no bending it, so if he said he believed her, I’d trust him, even if that trust wouldn’t be extended to the mysterious woman. I didn’t share the same compass as Tex. Mine tended to lean into the gray and I sure as fuck didn’t trust people.

Particularly women.

Especially women who got themselves wrapped up in situations that forced them to fuck over those they’d once said they loved.

Learned my lesson and I learned it well.

“When do you need me to go?” I asked.