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She stood alone in the shower until Rubble joined her five minutes later. The adrenaline high from the shooting couldn’t be helped. All she wanted was his skin against hers in the most intimate manner. After satisfying his need and a fantasy she never knew she had until that night, she stood nearby and watched Rubble apply bandages to his open wounds. She offered to help, but her man was stubborn.
Now, Jupiter’s fingers traced the mark that, without a bulletproof vest, would’ve been fatal. The low lighting in his room cast shadows across the rest of his muscular form. Cuts, both fresh and already scarred, stared back at her. She hadn’t caused them, but she felt responsible, nevertheless.
“Don’t you dare blame yourself.”
Looking up, she met Rubble’s unique gaze. He traced her bottom lip with his thumb.
“How is it you know me so well?”
He ran a hand over her damp hair, rubbing gently. “I don’t give a shit about a lot of things, Jupiter, but I care about you. I care if you’re too warm or cold.” He wiped away a tear from her cheek. “I care if you skip meals and I always wonder why. I care about the sounds you make when you come.” He tipped up her chin, eyes focused on the part of her lip that was injured during the fight. “And I sure as fuck care about the tiny things that make you the woman I love.”
Jupiter swallowed hard, her pulse throbbing at his husky tone. “I want you for as long as I live.”
A cocky grin crossed his face. “I know.”
She laughed and he caught her smile under his kiss. “Love me, Kassian.”
“Always.”
His hands trailed to her ass and he swatted it. The singeing pain sent blood rushing between her legs and she nibbled his top lip. A low, gravelly sound escaped his throat and he tossed her onto the bed.
Jupiter landed in the comfort of pillows. Rubble hopped on the bed just as quickly with a wrapped condom in his mouth. He tore it open and slipped it on before sheathing himself in her pussy.
Arching toward him, Jupiter’s lips parted, and Rubble took advantage and slid his tongue into her mouth. She lifted her hips at every thrust, tongue dancing with his. He slanted his head to the left, devouring her while he filled her to the brim. Her first orgasm hit before she could identify the humming between her legs. She shuddered around him, clenching his cock tight.
Rubble lifted her legs over his shoulders, driving in deeper when her second one crashed, momentarily deafening her. “I wonder how many times I can make you come in one night.” He kissed her forehead. “Want to find out?”
Body abuzz, she nodded, head hitting the headboard. “Give me all you got.”
“Challenge accepted.” He pulled out so abruptly that she called out at the loss. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m done, you’ll be too tired to beg for more.”
He meant every word. It was written on his face and in the depths of his blue and green eyes.
In one quick move, he flipped Jupiter onto her stomach and pushed into her warmth once more. He groaned when she lifted her ass so he could fully submerge into her wetness. The bed squeaked at his rough pounding and she gripped the comforter, body shaking with lust. It didn’t take long before another orgasm had her crying Rubble’s name like a prayer.
Despite everything the last year had brought, he was the best part of the journey. He pulled her flush with him, and she panted at the way he ran his tongue along the side of her neck, kissing and nipping.
“Had enough yet?” He kissed her cheek and slowed his pace.
Her man could go all night and they both knew it. Looping her arm around Rubble’s neck, she leaned back against him, and he cupped her breasts to hold her closer. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
That was all he needed to hear. A contented smile didn’t leave her face until well into the night that ended with her wrapped in Rubble’s arms, exhaustion overtaking them both.
CHAPTER37
RUBBLE
The side doorto the shop slammed and Rubble glanced up from the ledgers. Kevlar walked through the garage, prospects calling their greetings and a few asking for advice. Rubble tossed the book to the desk and sat back. A week had come and gone since the shoot-out at the hotel. Kevlar’s old lady, Nikita, managed to smooth things over with the sheriff’s office. After all, the FBI had been watching Lyle Jones for some time, merely waiting for the man to slip up.
“Got a minute?” Kevlar asked, cracking open the door.
Rubble waved to the chair across from him and waited until Kevlar sat before he spoke. “I don’t like the look on your face, brother. What happened?”
Kevlar scratched his forehead, pushing his beanie up to show his military buzz was finally disappearing. “One of Jones’s guys got away.”
“Damn.” He smoothed his beard. “Which one?”
The other man shifted in the seat. “I haven’t told anyone else. Kita just found out this morning and called me.”
