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  River chuckled, his grin widening.

  “I want to stay and be with you. I also admit I have a habit of running away when I get scared or things get too intense.” She turned her head, glanced at the bed, and then grinned up at River. “It’s a good thing I fell for a guy who has a thing for handcuffs.”

  She stopped talking and then pushed against him, wiggling out of his hold. He released her. She reached for her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the floor. River watched her undress, a sexy grin curving his lips, until she climbed onto his bed and stretched out flat on her back. Her hand lifted, one finger wiggling at him.

  “Come here.”

  He tore at his shirt, tossing it haphazardly to the floor. Brit laughed when he nearly fell over when he bent to tear off his boots and remove his pants. His hand grabbed at the bedpost to steady himself, shaking the bed, and one of the chains fell from the canopy.

  “The bed comes with us when we move out of here, right?”

  River laughed. “You know it.” Naked, he got on the mattress with her, moving until he crouched on his hands and knees, hovering over her to cage her body under his. “I plan to keep you here often.” He lowered his body, fitting it over hers.

  Brit brushed her fingernails lightly across his chest, loving the feel of firm, warm skin. “I can’t wait.”

  His mouth descended, stealing her breath as she exhaled, when his firm lips opened hers. She moaned when he kissed her, his tongue dominating hers. He shifted his hips and she parted her thighs, making room for him. His hot, hard erection pressed firmly against her feminine folds. Her hips arched, welcoming him to enter her but he broke the kiss instead.

  “Not so fast.” His deep voice gave her chills in the best way. “I promised to chain you to my bed.”

  She released him when he rolled away from her. She watched as he lowered the chains on the three remaining corners of the bed and held perfectly still while he shackled each wrist and ankle until he had her spread-eagle on his bed. She didn’t miss the satisfied grin on his face when he grabbed the motor remote, tightening the tension until they had no give. She tested them, trying to move, and found she couldn’t.

  “You’re not going anywhere now, Fuck And Run.”

  Brit’s eyes narrowed and she gave him a dirty look. “Are you really going to keep calling me that?”

  He laughed. “Maybe. I love that little line you get between your eyes when I say it. It’s damn cute.” He bent, reaching under the bed. Material slid on the floor and the zipper of his toy bag sounded loud in the room. “It beats calling you my old lady,” he teased.

  “You’re right.” She relaxed and fought to hold back a smile. The man loved to get reactions out of her.

  “You need to make a very important decision.” He straightened, holding a bullet vibrator between his fingers, showing it to her. His other hand lifted and he held up a feather. “Which one of these am I going to use on you?”

  Brit laughed, staring at the blue feather. “What are you going to do with that?”

  “This,” he waved the feather slightly, “is for if you say no to my question. If that’s your answer I’m going to tickle you with this until you say yes.”

  Her gaze locked with his. “And the vibrator?”

  “It’s for when you say yes. I’m going to use it on you until you scream my name after I get you to come so hard you see stars.”

  “What’s the question?”

  River took a deep breath, his features tensing, and then he sat down on the edge of the bed, twisting his torso to face her. “I’m not good at this shit but I figure you can’t run away from me.” He flashed a grin when he glanced down her body. “I’m just waiting for something before I ask.”

  “Okay.” Brit watched him, feeling a little confused. “Am I supposed to say something or ask a certain question to prompt you?”

  “No.” He looked away, glanced at the clock on the bedside table, and then sighed. “He’s running later than I thought he would.”

  “Who?” Her body tensed.

  A knock sounded on the door, making her jump. River rose to his feet and set down the feather and the small silver vibrator on the edge of the bed. He took a few steps, bent, and straightened, holding his discarded shirt. He faced her, leaned across the bed, and dropped his shirt over her breasts to her thighs, covering her enough to barely be modest.

  “Hang on.”

  “Don’t open the door,” she whispered. “Or let me go first.” Her head lifted, staring down at her body, realizing anyone standing in the hallway would see the vulnerable, displayed position of her mostly still-bared body. “River!”

  He ignored her and threw open the door. “It’s about damn time.”

  Ryder stepped into the bedroom, grinning when his dark gaze landed on Brit on the bed. “I see you took my advice about chaining her up.”

  River held out his hand. “Did you get it?”

  “Yeah and a speeding ticket to go with it. You’re paying that.”

  “Fine. Hand it over.”

  Ryder chuckled. “Need any help convincing her?”

  “Eyes on me, damn it,” River nearly growled. “Touch her and I break any part of you that does.”

  Ryder’s grin widened, reaching into his back pocket, and removed something he dropped into his brother’s hand. He finally stopped staring at Brit to look at his brother. “Good luck.”

  Ryder turned and left the room. “I still think you should let me help you convi—”

  River slammed the door shut, muffling the rest of what his brother said, and turned to face Brit. He paused and then approached her slowly. “What? Did you think that was what I wanted to ask you? To let my brother touch you?”

  For a split second she had. It had been an unpleasant moment. She said nothing, just gazed up at him.

  “It will never happen.” He put his knee on the bed, reached out with his free hand and jerked the shirt off her to expose every inch of her to his view again. “I asked him to go buy something for me.”

  She darted a glance to his closed fist. “What is it?”

  “It’s about that choice you need to make.”

  He lifted his leg over the chain and her leg, moving to sit between her spread thighs. He picked up the vibrator, made sure to allow her to see it, and then turned it on. It hummed to life and Brit gasped when he pressed it against her clit without warning. Pleasure strummed from it straight to her brain. Her body tensed, her hands wrapping around the chains that secured the handcuffs to his bedposts.

  “Oh God.”

  “You’re so damn sexy,” River murmured.

  He rubbed her swelling clit with the small but strong vibrator in circular patterns until sweat beaded her body and she knew she was about to come hard. He removed the vibrator, set it on the mattress, and slid one arm under her back as he bent forward, shifting until he lifted her ass up onto his thighs. His cock pressed against her pussy and he entered her slowly.

  “River!”

  Her gaze met his, holding it, seeing pure emotion in his eyes and passion that she knew matched her own. A loud moan tore from her parted lips as he pushed into her more, stretching her with ecstasy as her vaginal walls clenched around him in desperate need to find release.

  “We’re a perfect fit, aren’t we, Brit?”

  She nodded and tried to wiggle to move but the chains held her in place. “I need you.”

  “I need you too.” He withdrew a little and then started to fuck her slowly. “So damn much.”

  “Faster,” she urged.

  His hips stilled. “Brit?”

  She couldn’t look away from him. “Why did you stop?”

  “I wanted your full attention.”

  “You’ve got that.”

  “Will you marry me?”

  Surprise was too mild a word to describe the flash of emotion that had her forgetting to breathe.

  “Don’t make me get the feather, baby. I’ll tickle you until you say yes.” He