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Every breath she took he tore from her. Thrusting, demanding everything she had. His tight grip on her hips held her in place as he picked up speed. Her chest tightened until steel bands wrapped around her core and fed into her pussy. Her arms gave and Holden was right there to pull her back. “Give him what he wants, baby.”
“Yes,” she screamed. Her nipples ached and each of them pinched the tips, knowing she needed that last bit to send her over the edge.
Riley roared his release and her core tightened around his shaft, milking him. Taking what she needed from him as much as he did from her.
“Damn it, woman, what do you do to me?”
She panted, unable to answer but she wanted to ask the same even if she feared the answer.
She reached out and gathered each of their hands, safe in their embrace. She wanted to stay here forever, protected from the outside world. Here where her mountain men would care for her and love her.
“I love you.” She fell to Riley’s chest, unable to sit up on her own anymore. “I love you both and that is what scares me. I should have told you sooner.” Her body throbbed with a dull ache of pleasure so profound she didn’t think anything would ever come close to it again.
Riley opened his mouth to speak when a loud boom reverberated through the woods and sent a blast of wind through the branches. Leaves fluttered to the ground. Flocks of sharp-tailed grouse scattered and the surroundings quieted. Eerily so.
Holden stood and inhaled deeply. Looking at Riley, he confirmed what they all saw coating the sky. “Smoke,” they said in unison.
And just like that reality robbed them once again.
Chapter Seven
She pushed Riley to the side and stood from their makeshift love nest. Columns of black smoke stained the wide expanse of blue sky. It climbed higher, spreading. “That’s not right. There’s something different about that smoke.” She was no firefighter, but the smoke was grayish, but there was a darkness about this smoke and the way it choked the air.
“Yes.” Holden tossed shorts, shoes and her top on the blanket. “Get dressed as fast as you can, baby.”
She knew fear when she saw it and the strained look they shared spoke volumes.
She hiked her shorts on and then her shoes, her panties a tattered mess on the blanket. On went her bra and tank top. “What am I missing? Why is the smoke so black?”
“Move fast, move low, and stay between us.”
Not the answer she was looking for.
“You know, that’s what Remy said you guys do. The Savage clan. You command and expect everyone to follow. Good for the day job, but not so much with me.” Zahara had heard all about the time Remy and Ethan had to fight off a neighboring family. One in particular and then he brought his brothers in as backup.
It ended with the eldest brother, Reaper, a beast of a man with a badge, arresting them all, but Ethan had caught a bullet and was poisoned in the process. Like every other Savage, it didn’t keep him from trying to go alpha mountain man on Remy.
She didn’t take it and neither would Zahara.
Fingers of sunshine brushed through the branches and lent a false calm to the day. She understood they needed to move fast, but she also needed to know what they were dealing with. If she gave in now these two headstrong alphas would mow her over every time they wanted something. She either put up with that or took a stance.
“Tell me or this isn’t going to work.” She dug her heels in and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not stupid nor am I weak, so don’t try to make me either.”
Holden cupped her face. “Never, but we need to talk and run.”
Ok. That she could do.
He tossed the truck keys to Riley. “You drive, when we get to the road, stop.”
Riley nodded and all three of them retraced their steps back to the truck.
They made double time, not bothering to collect any of their picnic, blanket... nothing.
She jumped in the truck with them hot on her heels and they peeled out, leaving behind the quiet sanctuary.
“This has Reaper’s brothers written all over it. Explosions don’t just spontaneously happen in the middle of the woods without a little help. Bet that damn Brax fucker is at the head of the trouble.” Holden peered out over the hood of the truck, hand braced against the dash.
Holden made a sound of utter disgust. “If so, he’s a fucking nasty piece of work.”
