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Maybe he was just being paranoid. But Selma and his father had gotten into his head.
Thank God for Harper. She was the one constant in his life right now and he was beginning to depend on her like he’d never depended on anyone before. That’s why tonight was going to be so damn hard. Because he had to explain the plan to her and it was going to kill him. It meant they would have to say goodbye. And right now he’d rather rip his heart out than leave her.
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It had been a rough day and after Tanner’s funeral, the team had gone out to celebrate his life with dinner and drinks. Harper genuinely liked Ryland’s team. Even the dark and broody Saint who had a wicked sarcastic streak that made her laugh.
They also just added Grayson Ellis to their team. Ryland told her they’d found the former SEAL lying on his back in the rain after wiping out on a suicidal run down the side of a mountain. Bringing him onboard made her nervous because she needed to know Ryland could rely on his team. Already, they were calling the new guy “Gloom and Doom” which didn’t make her feel any better than when they were calling him Demon.
Ryland told her Gray was getting organized in L.A. and would be joining the team tomorrow morning on the jet.
That meant one very big thing: Ex Nihilo was flying off again and Harper had a funny feeling there wasn’t a seat waiting for her. She couldn’t pinpoint the reason exactly because she knew Ryland wouldn’t leave her high and dry. He’d vowed to protect her.
But something felt off.
For whatever reason, Harper had the uncanny feeling this could be their last night together. Maybe because she could read Ryland so well now and something had changed after he and his team had a private meeting right before Tanner’s funeral. She’d backed off, let them talk alone together, and now doubts assailed her.
Maybe she was just being paranoid. Even though she refused to accept this was their last night together, she wasn’t going to waste a second.
The moment they returned to the hotel, clothes dropped to the floor and they backed over to the bed, kissing and desperate. Unable to get enough of each other. So many emotions filled Harper and she funneled them into the moment. As they fell onto the bed, Harper wound her arms around Ryland’s neck, pulling him closer and savoring the feel of his warm skin against hers.
Ryland lit a fire inside of her. One that not only set her body ablaze, but also ignited her desire to help him stop The Agency. She wanted to be there by his side, and knowing he could end up like Tanner…
She couldn’t think about that right now. Instead, she gave herself over to him completely, the man who had rescued her more than once and who she’d fallen in love with so deeply, so thoroughly, that it left her in a tailspin.
Desperation fueled them and there was nothing slow or tender about their coupling. An intense, fierce need drove them. Harper arched up against Ryland’s hand when he cupped her center and she dropped her head back and moaned as he slid his fingers inside her wet core. Using his thumb to circle her clit, he had her writhing and crying out his name in no time.
Pleasure rolled through her and her hips undulated against his hand as he propelled her to new heights. Her release was intense and she started to sink into the bed when Ryland turned her over, hoisted her hips up off the bed and nudged her legs further apart.
Up on her hands and knees, breathing hard, Harper let her cheek drop against the sheet. Behind her, Ryland teased his tip along her wet slit then sank his cock deep with one fast, hard thrust.
“Oh, God!” Harper fisted the sheets as he began to pound into her. Hips pistoning, rhythm relentless, their bodies slapped together. Ryland reached around and began to strum her clit with his fingers, plunging in and out of her body.
“Fuck, Harper. You feel so good.”
Slamming her ass back against him, she fell into the fast rhythm he set, matching his frantic strokes. “So do you. God, Ryland, you fill me up so much.”
Her body squeezed around him, propelling them both toward orgasm, but he waited for her to come first. Everything tensed then released in multiple spasms that rocked her world. With a sharp cry, she dug her nails into the mattress and screamed into the blanket, letting the waves of release wash over her.
His orgasm hit him a moment later and he groaned through it, hips pumping then slowing down as a tremor rocked through his big body. Panting hard, he leaned over her and she felt him press a kiss to her spine. “I love you,” he rasped.
When he slid out of her body, she immediately felt the loss and she dropped down with a half-sob. Gently flipping her over, Ryland’s gaze met hers and Harper cupped his stubbled jaw. “I love you, too,” she whispered, then kissed him with every ounce of love flowing through her.
And, once again, Harper had the horrible premonition that he was about to leave her.
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The emotional day had been draining and exhausting. After taking Harper hard and fast, needing the release and solace only she could provide, Ryland wrapped his arms around her and they drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, he woke up and couldn’t bear the thought of walking away from her.
Breathing her scent in deeply, Ryland buried his face in her neck and began kissing her soft skin. She awoke and he moved between her legs, waking her fully with his mouth, his hands and finally his cock.
On some level, he knew this would be it. Their last time together until The Agency was toppled and defeated. What had been fast and frenzied earlier turned into slow and sensual. Harper’s legs dropped open, welcoming him, and he teased her for several long, torturous minutes before angling her hips and sinking home.
Ryland positioned her just right then began a slow, steady drag in and out of her soaked pussy. He wanted to take his time and hit her sweet spot over and over again. Make sure they didn’t rush because he wanted to savor it all. Remember the feel of connecting with her physically and emotionally.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, trying not to speed up, but gritting his teeth as the tension at the base of his spine began to build.
“Faster,” Harper urged, digging her nails into his flexing ass, trying to pull him deeper.
