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We just are.
Our closeness just is.
“But if I hadn’t come to you…”
“No,” he snaps fiercely.
I flinch and he cradles my face, softening the intensity of his gaze somewhat. But only a little bit.
I don’t think Rider Rawson is capable of becoming completely soft.
“Your uncle is an evil man. He’s the sort of bastard who would cause pain no matter where he goes. He’s clearly becoming more reckless than he has been in recent years too.”
“Yeah, because he’s a coke head these days.” I reach up and touch Rider’s hand, savoring the feeling of his palm against my cheek, the warmth it radiates. “He uses it from morning until night. I genuinely think that’s why he sent all the men to the safe. It’s where he keeps his stash.”
Rider bites down, shaking his head slowly, a look of withering judgment whispering into his eyes. “That just makes him even more pathetic. Not only is he ruining the city with that shit, but he can’t even keep off of it himself.”
I nod. “So what are you going to do? You have to help your friend, don’t you?”
“Of course,” he snarls, letting his hands drop.
A pulsing deep inside of me screams at me to tell him to grab me again, but this time for his hands to slide down to my shirt and tear it away. Even if part of me is relieved for the chance to build up my nerve before we try to have sex, another part of me doesn’t care.
My womb sends shivering pulses through me, hungry signals to submit now, to give myself to him now.
“I have to come with you,” I say passionately, as torturing vignettes bleed across my mind.
I imagine Alex Garcia, Rider’s friend, and all the evil twisted things my uncle and his goons could be doing to him.
I imagine a funeral I could’ve prevented.
I imagine my uncle’s blood-flecked face, grinning crazily.
“No,” Rider growls. “I can’t risk you, princess. I can’t even think about it.”
I bolt to my feet as sudden anger infusing me. “What’s the alternative, Rider? I can’t let an innocent man die because of me.”
He stands just as fiercely, his whole body flooding with tension.
Crazily, considering the circumstances, I feel my body tingling at the sight of him like this because it reminds me of the way he looked before he fell between my legs. My clit burns with the need to feel the hard press of his tongue again, my belly going tight with the desire to experience that orgiastic release, the soul-searing pressure that moved through me like a freaking tidal wave.
“I can’t let anything happen to you,” he growls. “Not now, not ever. I can’t even fucking risk it. You mean too much to me.”
“But—”
He snarls as he loops his hands around my hips and grabs roughly onto my ass. He squeezes so hard shivers move through me, as he brings his face down close to mine, staring firmly into my eyes.
“Fucking listen to me, princess,” he growls. “I own this ass just like I own the rest of you. I own your thick luscious thighs and I own the gorgeous way your eyelids flutter when you’re horny. I own your heart. I own your future. I own you, so if I say you’re not going within a mile of those docks, you better goddamn listen.”
I feel my body responding to his words, my back arching as though involuntarily, as though he’s touched me a hundred times before and my body knows exactly what to do.
I press myself against his manhood, whimpering.
“I get that,” I say, forcing my words past the lust. “But you have to understand something too. If I let an innocent man die because of me—”
“But it’s him, princess. It’s Aaron. It’s not you.”
I step away from my man with an effort, even as my skin blazes with the need to feel his touch again.
“Fine, fine,” I rage. “You can say that, and maybe you’re right. But it doesn’t change the fact that none of this would be happening if it wasn’t for me, does it?”
He sighs, but not as gruffly this time. The corners of his lips twitch. It’s not a smirk, but neither is it a smile. It’s something in between.
“Oh, princess,” he says softly. “You’re going to make such an incredible mother.”
More tingles dance over me, caused by the flurry of his words, even as anxiety tries to drill inside of me and corrupt the moment.
I felt so sure before, so certain I could be the woman he wanted in the bedroom.
With the aftermath of the orgasm rushing through me, it seemed obvious.
But now flickers of uncertainty hiss through me, throwing sparking embers.
“Don’t think compliments are going to save you,” I say, trying to make my voice sound stern. “I’m still coming with you.”
“But—”
“Listen.” I march forward and grip his chest, digging my fingernails in firmly, feeling his irrepressible pecs against my fingernails. I’m surprised they don’t snap against his solidity. “If I don’t go and something happens to him – or worse, you – I’ll never be able to forgive myself. Never. Do you understand? It’s bad enough I didn’t do anything to save my Dad…”
