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I cringe inside because he sees right through me. He knows I’m hiding something. “I’m good. Lucy’s here. She’s going to be staying with me.”

He uncrosses his arms. Letting them drop to his sides. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“I want to, but it’s not for me to tell.” A voice echoes in my head,but I do have something to tell that affects us both.

“Since when do we keep secrets, Tate? You’re my family. She’s about to be too, when I marry Ivie. I’m not stupid. I see things and others I can guess at. But I can’t help if you, or y’all, don’t talk to me.” He sounds beat down. Guilt fills my chest not only because of my own secret, but because I want to tell him what’s going on with Lucy. I know he would help, but I can’t break her trust.

“I know. I’ll talk to her. It’s the best I can do for now. I promise I’ll come to you soon.” I extend my hand for him to shake. He looks at it for a moment before grasping it with his own.

“I’ll hold you to it.” I nod in response because I know he will.

“Now since that’s out of the way… can you at least tell me what’s going on between you two? Or is that a secret too?” He flashes me one of those grins that says I-already-know-but-you’re-going-to-tell-me-anyway.

I chuckle. “Like you said, you know some things and can guess at others.” I run my hand through my hair.

“It’s no secret. I’m in love with Lucy. And she loves me. Am I scared shitless I’m going to mess something up since I’ve never been in love before? Damn straight. But there’s no one else I’d rather be scared shitless with. I gave her my heart before I admitted to myself I had. She’ll keep it safe; I have no doubt. Just like I’ll cherish and protect hers. She’s the one, man. I feel it in here.” I say rubbing my chest.

Now it’s his turn to tease me. “I told you that you’d like her ‘Mr. I don’t do relationships’,” he makes air quotes. “She’s got you now, hook, line, and sinker. Don’t worry though. In love with the woman of your dreams is one hell of a good place to be.” He slaps me on the shoulder as he retreats toward his house.

I laugh as I turn and hop back on the four-wheeler to drive back to my house. I’m done for the day and now Lucy is all mine.

I walk in the house and hear water running as I get closer to my bedroom.Ourbedroom. Lucy is singing in the shower, and I love it. It sounds like some kind of love song. I wonder if she knows how amazing she is. I make note to make sure she knows.

I quietly kick off my shoes and strip out of my clothes and slide undetected into the steamy bathroom. She’s still singing as I pull the curtain back enough to see her and she’s rinsing her hair under the shower head with her eyes closed, head tilted back exposing her slender neck. Her back is slightly arched, and her hands are running through her hair which lifts her mouthwatering breasts and pebbled nipples in a heart stopping sight. My erection is thick and hard as I palm it before sliding in as quietly as I can to join her. She still hasn’t noticed I’m in here as she continues her shower concert and making rinsing her dark locks sexy as hell.

She starts to lower her head as water cascades over her face and she runs a hand down the center of her chest and lower until she’s touching her center. I lose any remaining restraint and lower my mouth to her breasts. She gasps in surprise and cries out breathlessly, “Oh Tate.”

I sink to my knees and gently nudge her to the shower wall. Her green eyes fall to mine and are dark with desire. I lift one leg over my shoulder and taste her. I swirl my tongue around her center until she’s shaking with need.

I stand back up and sit on the built-in bench of my tiled shower. She hungrily takes in my length and licks her lips before dropping down to taste me. As good as it feels, I have to be inside her…now. I lift her up as she starts to protest, and I silence her with a kiss before pulling her on top of me. She straddles my lap and slides down my length. We both start to move and get a rhythm going. When I feel her start to pulse around me, she throws her head back and moans as I take her nipple in my mouth and lightly nibble while finding my own release.

When she tips her head back down to look at me, she laughs. “That was…”

“Was what, love?” I smirk.

“It was amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” She sighs in the afterglow radiating from her body, resting her forehead to mine.

I cup her face with my hand, “It’s a good thing you have an endless supply, then. I’m yours, Lucy. All the way.”

“And I’m yours, babe. Forever.”

“Ineed to get some more clothes from my house if I’m going to be staying here for a while…and check on things,” I tell Tate after the hottest and most intimate shower sex I could’ve ever imagined.

“I’ll take you. I don’t want you going around town alone right now.”

Logically, I know he’s right. Not so logically, I want to do this myself to prove I can. I feel stronger now knowing I have Tate’s heart. But I don’t push… I simply agree.

About fifteen minutes later, we arrive at my house and find everything to be in order. I make quick work of grabbing a bigger suitcase I keep stashed in the back of my closet and begin loading it down with everything from my favorite T-shirts, jeans, and leggings to some of my dressier outfits.

As I am zipping it up, Tate enters my bedroom with a lazy smile. “What?” I can’t help the smile widening on my own face as I take him in. He’s impossibly handsome with his blond hair, short on the sides and in the back, but long enough on top I can run my hands through it when he makes love to me. Heat instantly crawls up my face and my core at the memory.

“I should be askingyouwhat you’re thinking about, Miss McCree. You’re the one with a sexy little blush crawling up your neck and face right now.”

I guffaw before adding, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His eyes narrow a bit as he strides my way. He quickly pulls me to him, making me gasp. Is every move he makes always this damn sexy?

“I want all your thoughts to belong to me, love.” He rests his forehead to mine and places his hand flat on my chest between my breasts to where my heart beats erratically only for him. “I want to be embedded in your heart so much that every beat whispers my name.”

My eyelids flutter closed briefly, and I grin before opening them to look in his icy blues. “My heart has whispered your name since the moment I met you.”

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