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Her face fell, like he’d just shattered the one precious thing she’d ever been given. Geeze. “Fine, you can call me that in private whennobodyelse is present.”
Her smile returned to a thousand watts as she nodded. “Only in private when nobody else is present. Thank you, Jericho Flint.”
“Just Jericho,” he said. “Try to get some sleep. There’s a hurricane due here tomorrow evening. I doubt anybody will be sleeping through that.” Another shadow flickered over her face. “Now what?” he wondered.
She gave a barely head shake. “Nothing. I just…likebothnames very much.”
This woman. She was like a child you couldn’t say no to. But that was something Bullets never had a problem with. And yet at every turn in the road with her, she was coming up an exception. “Call me whatever you like, Mia,” he muttered, shutting the door.
CHAPTER NINE
Cat bolted up only to encounter weighted bricks for eyelids. She fought to open them and looked around. Ethan! She threw the covers off, seeing he wasn’t in the bed. Oh God, he’d waken up while she slept! No!
She stumbled out the room and raced down the hall, her breaths shallow. Deafening silence greeted her in the kitchen then her breath whooshed out at seeing him, elbows on the rail of the back porch, head down.
Her breaths slowed as she stared at the beautiful sight. Dear God. She’d never loved anything more than the sight of him awake and okay. Physically.
She made her way to the door, wondering if she should disturb him. He wore loose black pajama pants on and the huge tattoo on his back glistened in the morning light. So beautiful. Every bit of him. Her breath caught in her chest at the idea of him being in pain.
She opened the door slowly. “Morning,” she whispered.
He turned like he hadn’t heard her, the sadness in his eyes sending her flying to him and wrapping him in a tight bear hug. “Thank God you’re okay,” she wept. “I’m so sorry Ethan, I tried to stop this, I tried to call you and tell you I was wrong, I didn’t want to get rid of your family,” she cried so bitterly.
His gasps flew out as he stroked her everywhere. Feeling he didn’t hate her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tiptoed to kiss every inch of his cheek.
He caught her jaw in his hand and kissed her with a hungry groan that set off an Armageddon of need in her. “I need you so much,” she gasped, clawing at his silky muscles.
He caught one of her hands and moved it to his cock, showing her how he needed her too.
She dropped to her knees and yanked his pants down, devouring him without thought or word, moaning as she held him with both hands, adoring that part of him with her lips and tongue.
“Cat,” he croaked, pulling her up and yanking at her clothes. Once naked, he put her butt on the rail and she opened her legs, bracing a foot on the top of the rail. He moved the head of his cock up and down her slit bringing her cries as his fingers dug into her hips and jerked her onto every inch of him. “I love you,” he gushed against her lips. “I swear, you’re all I need.”
He got right to fucking her so good and she cried back, “I love you, oh! Ethan! Ethan!”
In only a minute, he orgasmed, cradling her butt in his hand while pummeling her with his cock. Her cries belted into the swamp around them as she clung to his neck and wrapped his thick waist with her legs, loving the feel of his strong arms squeezing her body, moving her along his cock as he gave her the most beautiful gift, the most precious part of himself to her.
In the aftermath, his ragged breaths filled her body and mind and she clung so tightly to him. “I love you,” she kept repeating, stroking his head while catching her breath. “I love you so much.”
He finally brought her inside and when he helped her off him, it had them both nearly aroused again.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, back to hugging him while he stroked all along her head and body.
“I don’t think I can eat yet,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “Maybe tea? Big G said…” She froze with a gasp. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t…”
He tilted her face up and kissed her softly. “I love you,” he said hotly on her lips. “You want coffee?”
She nodded.
“I’ll make it.”
“We can drink it on the porch,” she said. “Share the morning together like…a boring married couple,” she sniffled.
“You’re never boring.” He pet her head over and over. “I love you,” he whispered again, the desperate tone in his voice bringing an ache to her chest.
His arms finally loosened and lowered, and it felt like he forced it, wanted to never let her go. He was still hurting so bad. She could feel it in her bones, and it ached terribly. “You mind if I dress?”
