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Damon squeezed her hand. “He is. You were amazing, and at some point, I’m sure I’m going to find that to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do. I especially liked the part where you knocked me on the ground and ended up on top of me. But next time if you could wriggle around, it would be even better.”
Miley rolled her eyes and shook her head. Holding Damon’s hand, she slid a little closer and leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder as the night flashed by outside the window.
* * *
It didn’t take long for them to reach the safe house. It would have been quicker had Brock not wanted to ensure they weren’t being followed. Once they arrived on the island, it took them no time at all to find the safe house. Using the code they were given, Brock opened the gates to the property and drove them down the long drive that twisted and turned. The gate and fencing were nothing special, but they were electrified. The house could not be seen from the road, which meant unless someone knew where to look for them, they were relatively safe.
Brock pulled to a stop. “You and Damon stay in the car. Jimmy and I will go check the house and grounds.”
“Thanks, Brock.”
In the dim light of the SUV, she could see him grin. “You’re not exactly dressed for field work, although I have to agree with Damon: you in that evening gown with a gun was pretty hot.”
Miley groaned. “God save me from Neanderthals.”
When they came back, the quartet walked up to the house, relocking the doors and resetting the alarm for the house, the perimeter fence, and the beach.
“It’s not huge,” said Brock somewhat sarcastically, “but we should be comfortable. There are five bedrooms, all with attached baths, and then two half baths, one off the study right inside the doors that lead out to the patio, and one off this front foyer. There’s a nice kitchen. I’ll go through what’s here and send Seth a list of things to pick up.”
“Good work, Brock. You sure you don’t need a doctor?” she asked.
“No, really, he just grazed me. I’m sure there’s a first-aid kit. I’ll get it fixed up in no time. The primary suite is on the ground floor. Jimmy is taking first watch. At least one of us will be awake. You and Damon try to get some rest.”
“Thanks. Come morning, after Seth has had some shuteye, we’ll come up with a new game plan. I’m not playing sitting duck for Frannie. If she wants a piece of me, I’ll give her one, but this time, we’re going on the offensive.”
Brock grinned. “In case you missed it, Knox, you got yourself one feisty and ferocious female.”
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have heading up my security team,” said Damon. He extended his hand first to Brock and then to Jimmy. “Thank you both for your help tonight. And if you see Seth before I do, give him my thanks as well for all he did getting us intel and getting Hattie and Percy to safety.”
Putting his arm around her, he led her to the bedroom. Miley closed and locked the door behind him. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’m going to stand outside for a little bit. Then we can go to bed.”
Damon nodded and headed into the bath. She heard the shower start up. Opening the French doors, she stepped out onto the deck that had a couple of steps down to the beach. She wanted to check for herself that they had a viable escape route. The beach was open and stretched for as far as the eye could see, which made sense, as it was an island. There was a relatively short stretch of dunes and sand between the house and the water. A dock stretched out from about halfway up the beach and had two boats tied up—one appeared to be a speed boat and the other a sailboat.
Turning back, Miley went inside, closing and locking the door behind her before resetting the alarm. The shower was still running. She eased out of the dress, picking the pine needle up from her skin where she’d stashed it after taking it off the body and laying it carefully aside. She folded the dress over the back of a chair. Moving toward the bath, she entered and opened the shower door.
Damon was standing under the rainfall showerhead, looking as if his entire world had just come crashing down. In a way it had, but they would put it back together.
Feeling the cool rush of air, he turned, and his eyes swept up and down her body hungrily. “I’m supposed to be the Dom. I’m supposed to be in control.”
Putting her arms around his waist, she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest and listening to the strong beat of his heart. “And I’m the submissive—the one who gives comfort to her Dom.”
CHAPTER11
DAMON
Sex in the shower had always been something of a fantasy for Damon. He recognized Miley was doing her best to comfort him and to chase away the thoughts of violence and blood. She was doing a good job. Holding a naked and now wet Miley in his arms made it easy to focus on her instead of all that had gone on before this evening. While sex would have been satisfying for the moment, Damon knew in the end it would leave him feeling empty and wanting so much more. So for now, he simply held her and let the water fall all around them.
“Damon, we need to talk. I need your expertise. You grew up in Charleston, right?” she asked.
He nodded, reaching around her to turn off the water and helping her out of the shower. They each picked up a towel and began to dry one another softly and slowly, enjoying just being in the warm, intimate room before Miley led him back into the bedroom and tossed him a pair of sweats.
“You’d probably best put that thing away if you’re not going to use it,” she said nodding toward his fully erect cock.
“Who says I’m not?” he returned.
She grinned as she walked over to the dresser, pulled on a t-shirt that hung down to her mid-thigh, and picked up something small and green. “I got this off Hank’s body. I think it’s a trace contact from whoever killed him.”
“I thought he was shot twice. Why would the killer get close?”
