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How empty my life would feel if I lost them.
The words tumbled out before I could catch them. “Can’t some of that wait for tomorrow? It’d be nice to get settled in here first.”
I cringed inwardly as soon as I heard myself. Garrison would get the best gossip on the day of the attack, and picking up ammo and security equipment weren’t optional. We couldn’t wait another moment to have all of these things taken care of.
Garrison had raised his eyebrows, his expression turning a bit concerned. Before he could respond, I covered my awkwardness with a laugh. “Never mind. I’m just tired. I think I need to get settled in—and maybe take a nap. Go get what you need.”
They had each other, after all, and they’d kept each other alive long before I’d been in the picture.
The three guys marched out through the door, and I stayed where I was until the growl of the car’s engine faded away outside. Then I took a deep breath and stepped back, sinking onto the sofa. It was pretty comfortable, but the buttery leather did nothing to relieve my skittering nerves.
Julius loomed over me, but these days, his commanding form was reassuring rather than intimidating. “Something’s wrong,” he said. “Were you hurt during the fight? You don’t get to brush off your injuries when you insist on us taking care of our own.”
“I’m not injured.” My gaze dropped to his side, where his shirt now covered a more normal bandage that he’d applied after we’d fled the hotel. The cut he’d gotten had been fairly shallow, nothing remotely life-threatening.
Just enough to throw him off for a few crucial seconds while a gun had whipped toward his head.
My stomach turned. I focused on the man in front of me—the living, breathing man who I had to convince myself was stronger than anything this life could hurl at us. A desperate urge rose up in me to feel just how alive he was, to take all that strength into me, to know beyond a doubt that I hadn’t even remotely lost him.
A strange heat kindled low in my belly. I pushed myself to my feet and reached up to touch his chest, holding his gaze.
“I’m not totally all right, though. I need you to show me just how okay you are. In every possible way.” I slid my hand down his solidly muscled chest, more heat spreading up through my abdomen. My voice dropped. “Do you think you can help me with that?”
Lust flared in Julius’s eyes. He lowered his head, his breath tickling over my forehead, and set his hands on my shoulders. “I think I could manage that.”
“Good,” I whispered, pulling my shirt over my head without a moment’s hesitation. “There’s only one rule. Don’t be gentle.”
Julius’s eyes flashed, and his grin turned feral as he slid his hands down to grip my hips. “I don’t do gentle.”
I pushed myself up on my toes to meet his lips, but Julius had different ideas. He marched me backward and shoved me onto the sofa. It slid back a couple inches as we crashed into it. I barely had a chance to catch my breath before he grabbed my thighs and pulled them toward him.
The smooth leather cradled my back as Julius yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground beside him. He reached for his pants. I pushed myself up on my elbows, licking my lips as he dropped his jeans, leaving only his boxers behind.
My eyes moved up to the bandage at the side of his abdomen. The recent wound had to hurt. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Julius caught my gaze and must have guessed my thoughts. He braced himself over me, pinning me between his brawny arms and with his dark blue gaze.
“Just a scratch,” he said. “It’d take a lot more than that to slow me down.” He tapped the edge of my lacy bra. “Take it off.”
I peered at him through my eyelashes. “What if I want you to do it?” I teased. I needed him to touch me and surround me. I needed him.
“Fine.” He knelt over me, grabbing the bra from the front. Before I could open my mouth to speak, he jerked, and the fabric tore from my body.
He reached for my pants and tore them open as well. The button popped right off, flying across the room as he peeled the pants off me. I lifted my hips, and he bent forward, licking a line between my breasts. He moved to the side, and without a moment’s hesitation, he tugged my nipple between his teeth and pulled it. A gasp jolted out of me.
His mouth moved down the center of my stomach, straight to my core. He devoured my sex so forcefully that I jerked from the sofa, his hands on my hips the only things that kept me still beneath him. He didn’t stop there, utterly wrecking every part of me with his mouth.
“Julius,” I moaned, and my voice did something to him. It added a sense of urgency as he tightened his grip on my thighs and plunged his tongue even deeper inside me. Pleasure throbbed through my core, blazing into an inferno.
He nipped my clit and plunged two fingers into me where his tongue had just penetrated, and I came undone. Stars burst behind my eyes as I bucked my hips and panted.
As the afterglow rolled over me, my need was barely sated. I looked down at him and found him eyeing my reaction with an expression of complete satisfaction.
“Fuck me, Julius,” I said roughly. “I want you inside of me now.”
I reached between his legs to emphasize my point. A second before my fingers closed around his rigid erection, he grasped my hand. Taking charge, exerting control. A giddy quiver ran through me as I let him place my hand against him and show me exactly how he wanted me to stroke him up and down, fast and hard. His cock felt like silk-sheathed steel.
“Condoms are in my suitcase,” he said with a rasp.
