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Moments passed as the last of Rixen’s need left his body. When Morgan would have fallen face first into the dirt, Rixen drew her back, seating her on his bent legs. He tugged her discarded T-shirt down over her head, holding her there. “Turn your backs now or you will meet the same fate as the cougar,” he called to thepolice.
Miraculously, after some awkward eye contact, they did as they weretold.
“My gift,” he murmured in Morgan’s ear, kissing her there. “I have not done right by you today. I have not behaved like a man worthy of such anangel.”
She turned to meet his eyes over her shoulder, her heart flipping over at the anguish there. “Rixen…”
“Letting you go would be my living nightmare, Morgan. I expected to love you. But I didn’t expect to be in love with you to the point of pain.” He gave an audible swallow. “When you ran from me, I realized what I’ve done. I’ve asked you to choose between me and your life, the same way your parents asked to you to choose between them. I’ve hurt you in myselfishness.”
“What are yousaying?”
He looked away for several beats, turmoil raging in his eyes. “I won’t ask you to choose. I won’t force you to be unhappy. I can’t. Not when I love you somuch.”
The breath froze in her lungs. “You’re letting mego?”
His huge chest shuddered up and down. “I’m giving you freedom and praying you’ll stay,” he rasped, pushing the hair out of her face. “With every ounce of blood in my body, I need my angel to be happy. MyMorgan.”
Tears she’d been unaware of fell from her eyes, blazing a trail down her cheeks.What do I do?Common sense shouted in one ear that she couldn’t possibly live in the Everglades indefinitely. With herkidnapper. Those thoughts forced Morgan to her feet. Feeling as though her organs were being smashed in a trash compactor, she took one shaky step toward the police. Two. Three. Of course she had to go back to her life. She had parents, friends, acceptance to college in thefall.
The farther she got from Rixen, though, the more her entire being rebelled. A sob rose in her throat and shook her entire body on the way out. All those kisses, his body curved protectively around her in the night. His voice, his smile, even his unfounded insecurities. The way he looked at her, as if he couldn’t believe his fortune. Much the way she stopped and looked back at him now. This wasn’t some crazy rapid form ofStockholm’s.
No, she’d…fallen in love withRixen.
Morgan had never been a believer in fate or some almighty power, but in that second she knew with total certainty that she had been sent here. Maneuvered here by some unseen force to be with this man, in this life. All along, she’d thought him crazy to call her a gift, but her heart knew it to be the truth now. She and Rixen weren’t meant to be apart. Couldn’t she feel that now when her heart was trying to rip itself clean from her body to findhim?
“I’m staying,” she murmured to the cops, more tears leaving her eyes. “Tell my mother I’ll get in contact as soon as I can, but…I can’t leave. I’m n-neverleaving.”
Rixen had been slumped in the dirt, fists bunched, his jaw ready to crack from the agony of letting her go. At her words, though, he rose slowly to his feet, his expression one of a man who is afraid to believe. “My gift. You…arestaying?”
“Yes,” she called, running back in his direction. “Yes, yes,yes.”
He caught her up in his arms, swinging her in a circle. “I can’t believe it.” He dropped hard kisses all over her cheeks, eyelids and mouth. “You will not regret it, Morgan. I will live to make you happy. Every day of yourlife.”
“I know. I know you will.” She took his face in her hands. “I love you, too,Rixen.”
Still holding her, he fell to his knees, whispering prayers of thankfulness to his maker, rocking her in the dirt. And that’s where they stayed, long after the police gave up and left, leaving the soul mates to their happy ever after in the bayoushade.
Epilogue
Rixen
About a yearlater…
Rixen cradledhis sleeping baby girl in one arm, pushing open the screen door with the other. As soon as he had Morgan in his sights, he relaxed. She’d been living with him in the Everglades for almost a year, but he still worried whenever she left the house. When she’d decided to stay with him, he’d begun training her to protect herself. His adorable little wife was now packing heat in the waistband of her sexy jean shorts and could name every kind of species of plant and animal in their bayou home. Upon learning she was pregnant, she’d been determined to know everything she could to protect their child andherself.
God, Rixen was proud of her. She was more than he could have hoped for in a wife and mother. Resourceful, sweet, nurturing. Sometimes he lay awake at night and crept out of their room so he could pray on hands and knees on the porch to the forces that brought Morgan to him. More often than not, he would reenter their bedroom, full of hunger, needing to worship her for becoming his world. For choosinghim.
In the distance, Morgan raised her camera and clicked, capturing one of the muskrat scampering past on an overhead branch. No doubt, like all her photographs, it would be extraordinary. He’d added the dark room onto the side of the house the same week she’d decided to remain in the swamp. Best thing he’d ever done with his hands, besides touch his wife. She never failed to emerge from her workspace exhilarated. Happy. Wanting to tell him all about her newestshots.
She’d once told him her dream was to live in a place, learn its secrets and take pictures of them. That’s exactly what she’d done. Last month, she’d submitted her picture book to a publisher in the mail and received serious interest. Now she was working on completing the work for publication. Had he mentioned he was proud ofher?
It took some time, but her mother was also proud and approved of her daughter’s decision to remain with Rixen in the bayou. Anyone who spent longer than five minutes in their presence knew they were in love and could not be separated—her mother was no different. When she’d come to visit, she’d been visibly alarmed at the depth of Rixen’s devotion to Morgan, but as her visit wore on, she admitted to dreaming of finding the same in a man someday. Even Rixen’s own brothers were beginning to come around more often with their wives. They still occasionally ribbed Rixen, but thanks to his wife, he now had the confidence to joke right back. Another aspect of his life strengthened by hisgift.
Now, Morgan bent over to focus on something in the grass with her viewfinder. The jean shorts rode high on the backs of her thighs, revealing the bottom swell of her ass. Rixen grew hard in his pants, same as he’d been this morning. Same as he’d been last night and pretty much constantly. Getting enough of his wife’s pussy was one dream they were no closer to realizing than they’d been a year ago. He fucked her every chance they got. On the floor, in the shower, outside in the dirt, in the dark room. Every time the baby dozed off, Morgan got that look in her eye that said she needed Daddy. He was all too happy to make avisit.
As Rixen watched from the porch, his wife turned and gave him a little pout, one hand lifting to unbutton the tight flannel shirt he’d bought her on his last trip into town. No bra. She never wore a bra, his incredible angel. And her horny tits revealed themselves now in the parted material, nipples so hard he could almost feel them abrading his tongue where hestood.
Beginning to pant, Rixen returned inside and laid down the baby in her basinet, unfastening his pants as he returned to his wife. His cock pushed free and hung heavily in the vee of his zipper. Morgan was halfway up the porch when he walked outside and they both moaned, needing to come together so bad, they wereshaking.
