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If love meant he never wanted to be separated from her, then hell yeah, it was love. Just the thought of her leaving Stone Pass brought a panicked feeling to his chest that he didn’t even feel when he watched his Harley blown to twisted metal.
“Trinny—”
“Let’s not talk about it tonight.” Suddenly, she cupped his cock. The touch had him hardening, and he let out a groan.
She curled her fingers around the base and gave it a smooth pump that brought a bead of precum to the tip. His need sharpened to a knife’s edge.
He growled in his throat. “I have to have you—now.”
She rolled his length through her fingers before locating a condom and sliding it on him.
With their mouths fused in a consuming kiss, she rolled on top of him and took him to the hilt. Their shared moan rocked him. So did her earthy cries as she rolled her hips in a push and pull he’d never get enough of.
Need coiled at the base of his spine. His cock stretched deeper inside her, and she took him faster, galloping toward a spine-bowing end.
Latching on to her hips, he fucked her fast and deep. The tight fist of her pussy around his erection dragged him over the ledge of insanity.
She was already coming apart around him, her pussy squeezing him, her throaty moans mingling with his growls of ecstasy. He gave one more pump, teetered on the edge…and came in long spurts.
She collapsed on top of him, their sweat mingling to create a new essence that was perfectly them.
When she dropped a kiss to his tattoo, his eyes shuttered and his heart flipped over with all the emotions bottled up inside.
Yes, he loved her. And he could tell she was already halfway to loving him too, if she wasn’t already there.
He wouldn’t push her to give him the words he couldn’t yet speak either. Maybe they would after this was all over and they could actually be together on their own terms, unrestricted by some rules set down by WEST Protection.
He felt the shift in her body language before she rolled off him. “Jaren, what if I told you I found something today?”
He stared down at her.
“Something that might possibly contain information we need to find out who’s after me?” she continued.
He bolted upright. Bracing a hand on the bed at her side, he leaned over her. “What did you find?”
“I-I don’t know exactly. I was too afraid to read it.”
“It. What isit, Trinny?”
“My mother’s photo album. When I left my childhood home, I figured it was for good. Something in me made me grab the album on the way out the door.”
“And you’re just now sharing this with me?”
She shook her head. “I thought it was nothing. Just a scrap of leather and some old photos that I couldn’t bring myself to look at yet.”
“What aren’t you telling me? You said something aboutreadingit.” He tried to keep his tone soft, encouraging. But he wanted to grab her purse—the only thing she had left after the explosion—and dump the contents.
She let out a breath. “I opened the album and…there weren’t any photos. Just writing…like diary entries.”
He pushed off the bed and stood at the side. Reaching down a hand for her to take, he said, “You have to look at it, Trinny.”
She shoved into a sitting position with her knees to her chest, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can.”
“What if the name of her killer’s in there?”
Her gaze jerked up to his. Red splotches covered each high cheekbone. “What if there’s something terrible aboutmein there?”
His heart tumbled, and he dropped to the bed next to her, drawing her into his arms. “Fuck. The fact that you even have to think that way…it makes me want to use my fists on someone very deserving.”
