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  Sincerity was an easy thing to recognize in his intense gaze. “I believe you.”

  “Then what was that look for? Don’t tell me it’s nothing. What were you thinking about? I thought maybe my sudden movement scared you but that wasn’t it, was it? I’m pretty good at reading people.”

  Inhaling, she took a deep breath. Indecision had her faltering but then she decided to go with the truth, at least partly. “I realized how much I like you. I don’t want to get attached to anyone, I’m so screwed up a relationship is the last thing I probably need, and you’re not the relationship type even if I were willing to give one a try.”

  Understanding dawned. “I’m scaring the crap out of you, huh?” He chuckled. “I’m under your skin.”

  “You don’t have to look so damn happy about it.”

  “I am.” His leaned his face forward until their noses brushed. “You scare the crap out of me too, Fuck And Run.”

  Her fingers squeezed his shoulders. “That’s not funny.” She still smiled.

  “I love seeing that flare in your eyes when I call you that.”

  “That’s anger.”

  “No, it’s not. You think I’m cute.”

  “I think you’re an ass.”

  Another chuckle rumbled from him. “But a cute one you can’t resist.”

  Brit wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed her heels on the firm, rounded ass he spoke of. “It is the best one I’ve ever seen.”

  “Let’s stop worrying about where we’re heading and just enjoy being together.”

  Her fingers slid upward into his silky hair. “You make it sound so easy.”

  “I know. It’s getting complicated but I don’t give a damn. We’re together, we’re happy when we are, and that’s all that matters.”

  She nodded. “For now.”

  “Yeah.” River shifted his hips and lifted them slightly. His cock had hardened and he pressed against her, slowly entering her pussy. “Speaking of now…”

  Brit softly moaned, tilting her hips upward to help him slide deeper inside. The feeling of River sinking deep inside her body made nerve endings come alive. “You feel so good.”

  “So do you. So wet, so welcoming and tight.” He withdrew a little and settled down more firmly between her spread thighs. “So right. So mine. You feel like heaven without the condom. Thank you, Brit. Damn, this feels amazing. You have no idea how much I wanted to know how it would feel with nothing between us.”

  “Move faster.” She wiggled her hips to urge him on.

  “Slow and easy.” His mouth lowered to hers and he brushed his full lips against her seeking ones. “I want to make love to you this time.”

  He took possession of her mouth fully when his tongue slid past her lips, exploring her slowly, savoring each moment. He didn’t kiss her the way he had before. This time he took his time. His hips leisurely rocked, moving his cock inside her torturously with shallow motions that teased and made her ache for more.

  When he broke the kiss, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. The pleasure blurred as River heightened her passion until the smooth flow of their bodies rubbing together had her panting hard and bucking against him faster, trying frantically to reach release.

  River lowered his head and his hair teased her shoulder as his hot breath fanned her neck. Brit’s eyes closed as his mouth parted and teeth bit down on the top of her shoulder where it met her neck. The nip he gave her was the last straw. The climax gripped her as she cried out his name, her nails digging into his skin. River groaned against her and his cock jerked inside her as he came.

  “Heaven, Brit. That’s what you are to me.”

  Brit knew she would be in a world of hurt when it was time to leave as she clung to him while trying to catch her breath. River was an unforgettable man, one who would haunt her after they parted and she only had the ghost of his memory to keep her company in bed. She wouldn’t admit it to him but she couldn’t lie to herself. The man had not only gotten her addicted to him physically but she had fallen hard for him emotionally.

  * * * * *

  A noise woke River. He opened his eyes to the darkness. Brit slept soundly in front of him—her slow breathing assured him of that—curled on her side in a ball with his body curved around hers. He lifted his head from the pillow, listening for the sound that had roused him. He figured it had to be Drake moving around since Ryder had gone fishing with Trip and Adam. Drake was known to be an insomniac.

  One of the floorboards in the hallway creaked. He relaxed, knowing it was his brother walking around. His head barely touched pillow when his bedroom door swung open. He tensed. Drake would never just enter his room, especially not when he knew damn well there was a woman in his bed.

  Light flooded the room and he blinked rapidly to adjust to the harshness of being momentarily blinded.

  “You fucking bitch,” a slurred male voice accused.

  River sat up fast, his arms untangling from Brit, and he stared in shock at the man standing just inside his bedroom. It had been years since he’d seen Kyle Marthum but that was definitely him holding a shotgun pointed directly at the bed.

  Brit jerked awake and gasped, her body tensing next to River. “Kyle.” Brit’s voice shook with fear.

  River didn’t even glance at her—he focused on the gun. The son of a bitch had come after Brit and he’d broken into the house somehow. Moving very slowly, he inched his hand toward the top of the bed, under the pillow. His heart raced and his eyes narrowed.

  “You whore!” Kyle bumped the wall as he stumbled a foot forward. “You get out of that asshole’s bed right now and put something on. We’re leaving. You’re coming home with me.”

  “Kyle, please put the gun down.” Brit’s voice broke. “Please? I’ll go. Just don’t hurt anyone.”

  When hell freezes over, River thought. No way is Brit leaving with that lunatic. His fingers reached the curve of the mattress and slid around it, feeling between it and the bed frame. He touched metal and wrapped his fingers around it. He hoped Drake had heard Kyle yelling and had woken.

  “Did you think I’d ever let you go?” Kyle trained the gun on Brit. “I’ll see you dead. How many damn times do I have to tell you that before you believe it?”

  Brit tried to move away from River so he reached out, gripped her hip, and pulled her back, holding her where she lay. Her body felt so tense he worried that he’d hurt her when he forced her to hold still. She shook under his hand, letting him know just how terrified her ex made her.

  “Let my wife go, you son of a bitch.” Kyle moved the gun toward River. “I’ll kill you. You fucked my wife.”

  River eased out of bed slowly, using the pillow to hide his hand. He opened his mouth to distract Kyle. He needed to keep Kyle’s gun trained on him and not Brit. “I did. Best fuck ever, Kyle. She’s so damn hot I’ve probably got second degree burns from her mouth.”

  From the corner of his vision, River saw Brit turn her head to gape at him but he didn’t spare her a glance. Kyle’s face turned red, anger making him jerk the gun higher. River hoped like hell the guy was drunk enough to affect his reflexes. He gauged the distance between the barrel and himself.

  “What?” Kyle gasped.

  “You heard me. Damn, man. She gives the best head I ever had in my life and she’s tighter than a damn fist. I guess with you locked up nobody has been tapping that ass until I did.” River stepped away from the bed, moving so Brit was further away and definitely safe from being shot. “I heard you have a thing for fucking her in front of people. Want to watch me screw your wife?”

  “You’re dead,” Kyle screamed and raised the gun higher to shoot River.

  River dived for the floor, putting even more space between him and Brit, and both arms went up. The sound of gunfire and the blast from the shotgun were deafening in the bedroom. River hit the floor hard, still firing, and watched as the other man jerked backward.

  * * * * *

  Brit screamed as Kyle fired the