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In Rescue, we could be Autumn and Declan—not Declan the Marine, former special forces turned mercenary. Not Autumn the survivor.

Just Autumn and Declan. Normal, regular, everyday people.

Fucking brilliant.

“You sure?” I asked.

“You’re not?”

We were standing on the side of the road looking at what I knew was twenty acres because that’s what the realtor had told me was for sale. Land. No house, no structures. A blank canvas. My eyes took in the two old, towering oak trees and I saw it—my future laid out in front of me.

Our house. Our kids running around the wide-open space. Our friends and family coming for a visit, drinking a beer in the shade those two trees would provide. Dogs roaming around.

Fucking, fucking, hell.

That golden burn started, my chest filled to bursting, and I knew with certainty we were home.

“Those two oaks stay,” I told her. “Don’t care what kind of house you wanna build but I design the shop and barns. I want horses. And I want a split rail fence around the front. Doesn’t have to be white, but I want the fence. Other than that, the rest is yours.”

“Whatever you want, Dec,” she beamed.

“We’re home, baby.”

“Yeah, we are. Rescue, California.”

Rescue indeed.

Chapter 41

Six months later—Rescue, California

“Declan,” I groaned.

His mouth was between my legs, creating the magic only he could. I was so close I was reaching for it, but Declan was playing around, not giving me what I needed.

This was because he wanted something and I wasn’t giving in.

“Say yes, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

“You know I can do it myself.”

“Autumn,” he growled, and swirled his tongue around my clit.

My thighs tightened around his head to keep him where I wanted him and my hands left his hair to cup my breasts, something I knew drove him wild.

All was fair when one used sexual pleasure to get what they wanted.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I panted and his head came up and his blazing eyes took in what I was doing. And since I wanted something, too, I gave him a little more, which meant I gave myself more and pinched and rolled my nipples.

“Fucking Christ, you’re sexy as hell, baby.”

Oh, yeah, he was close to losing control.

I pinched harder, my back arched, and I moaned.

“Gonna take you hard tonight,” he grunted. “I want you on your knees, your ass in my hands, and I want you screaming.”

Yes.