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“No, I want to be tough like you.”
“Youaretough. Way tougher than I am.”
She makes a pfft sound.
I shake my head. “Do you remember when I said I’d noticed that you were kind to every soul in that office? To everyone who crossed your path?”
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with--”
“That takes courage, babe. That takesstrength. To give kindness when there’s a pretty good chance you aren’t going to get it in return--that’s something I’veneverdone. Because it takes someone who’s real, who’s a fighter, and who can take it when that kindness isn’t returned. You are tough.” I cast a glance over my shoulder, then smirk. “But maybe just not where blood’s concerned.”
She grimaces. “I’d smack you if I wouldn’t get fish ick on me. And then I’d run.”
I growl, my gaze tracing down her body. “I’d chase you down, babe. Pin you to the ground and give you every inch until you came all over my cock.”
Standing, she fans her face with one hand. “Yeah, I’m going to go inside. Because if I don’t…” Her gaze travels south, over my bare chest and abs, then lands on the bulge in my jeans. “I’ll test that theory.”
“Wait until after I’m cleaned up.” I lick my lips. “Then we can see who’s faster.”
I swear I see a little shiver go through her, and she bites her lip.
“Go on now. I’ll bring in the cleaned fish in a few minutes. No blood. Promise.”
“Okay.” She slips inside the back door.
My cock demands I finish it up now and show her just how much she turns me on. But I can’t have my woman going hungry. Margaret should at least have a full stomach when I fuck the orgasms out of her.
I return to my work, cleaning the last of the fish while I think about all the ways I want to please Margaret. My tongue, my fingers, my cock. Every bit of me. I’ll happily devote the rest of my life to making that woman happy.
While cleaning up with soap, vinegar, and the hose, I make the decision that’s been weighing on me for days. I won’t tell Margaret about my past. What does it matter now? It doesn’t. All that matters is our future together. I’m not Mr. Black anymore. Not to her. I’m Jacob. And that’s who I want to be. She’s the only person in this world who could turn me into a good man. I want to be good. For her. Only for her.
I sniff my hands one last time to make sure the fish smell is all gone. Once I’m certain I’m squeaky, I don my shirt and head back to the cabin.
I pop up onto the back step and open the door.
The last thing I see is Margaret’s terrified eyes as someone comes up behind me and knocks me out cold.
16
MARGARET
“Please don’t hurt him. It's me you want.”
Unconscious, Jacob lies on the ground. He’s still breathing.
I thought we’d have more time. I need more time. I just got Jacob, and now they’re going to try and take him away. Worse, he’s in this mess because of me. This is my fault.
“The boss wants both of you now. He said there’d be an extra bonus if I bring you in alive.”
Bernie jumps from his window perch and hisses, then skitters under the bed when the man goes for him.
“Pussy.” The guy laughs at his own stupid joke as Bernie growls low and deep, then swipes with his claws out, scratching the man’s hand.
“Shit!” He pulls back and leaves the growling Bernie alone.
I swallow, trying to fight back the fear that’s crawling up my throat.
The man isn't as big as Jacob, but he’d clearly gotten the jump on him. Again, my fault. If Jacob weren’t preoccupied with me, this would have never happened.
