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  It's seven in the evening, and it's already chilly, and Luke's saying he's willing to sit outside all night? Yeah, right. "Fine," I say. "But Lucy's welcome to come inside where it's warm."

  I shut the door before he can say anything, and Lucy follows me into the kitchen as I make myself a cup of hot tea, willing myself not to look out the window to see if he's still there. It seems like it takes forever for the water to boil, and I'm still avoiding looking outside for Luke.

  And feeling guilty for leaving him standing out there in the cold.

  "Damn it, Lucy," I say, leaning down to scratch her behind the ears. "Your owner was smart, bringing you here. He knows I can't be mad at you." I walk to the front door and pull it open. "Are you really going to just stand there all night?"

  "Am I wearing you down yet?" he asks. It sounds light, but there's an air of sadness in his demeanor.

  "Is that a boom box at your feet?" I ask, finally noticing the large object on the porch beside him.

  Luke grins. "I was going to pull a John Cusack and hold it over my head outside your window – or on the front porch – but I figured that since Olivia didn't run out here, she's probably asleep."

  "She went to bed early," I confirm. "You've seen Say Anything?"

  "You say that like you're surprised."

  I am surprised. Luke is full of surprises. "Do you have Peter Gabriel on the boom box?"

  Luke laughs. "Yeah, right," he says. "I had enough trouble finding one of these to begin with, let alone music to go with it. I was going to cheat and use this." He holds up his MP3 player.

  For a minute, I almost forget why he's here, and it's like things are back to the way they were before, all light and joking and fun.

  "Autumn," he says. "I know you think I'm a complete jackass."

  "I've always thought you were a complete jackass."

  "You know what I mean. Because of the text."

  "And the other girl," I say.

  "What other – oh, Tempest," he says. "That's my brother Silas' girl."

  "So you're stealing your brothers' girlfriends?"

  "What? No. It's – we were trying to cause a scene, in public. Shit, Autumn, I can explain all of this. I swear on my life I texted you because I thought I could keep you safe. I didn't want you involved in the bullshit I'm part of right now."

  "Yeah, right," I say. "But suddenly now it's safe? Suddenly you're okay with coming over here and involving me in whatever you're into?"

  "No, damn it, Autumn," he says, stepping closer to me. He puts his hands on my arms and looks down at me, and I know if he continues to look at me like that, I'm not going to be able to resist him. I silently curse my stupid libido that's out of control. "You're involved now. You got involved without realizing you're involved, and I want to make sure you're safe. Give me five minutes and I'll tell you everything. The whole story, nothing held back."

  "No more secrets," I say slowly. "No more lies."

  "No more secrets," he repeats. "No lies. I promise. I'll tell you everything that's going on – all the family stuff I've been keeping from you."

  I swallow hard, trying to decide whether to let him in. But when I look into Luke's eyes, all I see is sincerity. And pain.

  So I say yes.

  I say yes, and I let him inside.

  It takes longer than five minutes for him to tell the story. Once he starts talking, it's like a floodgate is opened. Words pour from his mouth, and I just sit there listening as he tells me everything. He tells me about his parents and how they were both murdered. He tells me about the corruption in West Bend, the mayor and sheriff taking kickbacks from a dirty mining company. He tells me about his brother Silas, and Silas' fiancé, the girl I saw him with outside of the general store, the one I assumed he was with. He tells me about the con.

  It takes far longer than five minutes. He talks and talks, sitting beside me on the sofa in the living room, just like we sat that night, the night he cooked for me. Except this time, the air hangs heavy between us.

  When he's finished, he turns to look at me. "That's it," he says. "Now you know everything. You know about what a shitty family I come from, and – I never wanted to involve you in the con stuff, Autumn. I thought you'd be safer if you were kept in the dark. I thought it would be easier if you just hated me. It… fucking killed me to send you that text. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I told myself that it was better to keep you and Olivia as far away from it as possible. I was trying to do the right thing, but I did it all wrong. And if you forgive me, I’ll spend the rest of my time making it up to you.”

  "The mining company is that dirty," I say, not quite processing everything he’s said. My mind is spinning with information, completely overloaded. "That's why you flipped your lid when you saw me having dinner with the guy from the company."

  Luke clenches his hands. "That's not the only reason."

  "What's the other reason?" I ask, afraid to look at him. The air between us seems to be charged with electricity.

  "Because you're mine, damn it," he says. "You're mine and I want you. It gutted me to see you on a date with another man."

  "It wasn't a date," I say, turning toward him. "I only went because I was curious what was going on with the property buyouts. It didn't make any sense to me."

  "Still." He looks at me.

  "You think I'm yours, huh?" I ask, interrupting him.

  "I want you to be mine. Say you're mine."

  "I'm yours, Luke." I barely get the words out before his mouth comes crashing down on mine.

  36

  Luke

  I kiss her hard, running my hands through that long auburn hair of hers before yanking off her clothes. This should be slow and gentle or something – after weeks of all of this bullshit. But it's the exact opposite of that. When I try to slow down, wrapping my mouth around her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple, she pulls my head up to hers.

  "I want you inside me," she whispers. "I need you inside me. I can't wait."

  Fuck. If there's anything hotter than hearing those words come out of her mouth, I can't imagine what it would be.

  We don't make it upstairs. We don't even make it very long on the sofa before we fall off onto the floor, limbs tangled together, Autumn giggling with a hand over her mouth, trying to be quiet so she doesn't wake Olivia.

  But when I'm inside her and fucking her on the living room floor, there's nothing funny about that. Then she's quiet, making these little whimpers, barely more than a whisper, and looking into my eyes as I thrust inside her. She grips my ass cheeks, pulling me into her, wrapping her legs around me, encouraging me to fuck her harder.

  "More, more," she urges.

  And I give her more. I fuck her harder, thrusting inside her sweet warm pussy that seems like it's made for me. When she whimpers, I mute her moans with my mouth. She clutches at my back, her fingernails digging into my skin, whispering my name.

  Nothing in the world is better than hearing my name on her lips.

  I move inside her, bringing her higher and higher until her pussy is so swollen around me I can barely take it any longer. Then she says the words: "Make me come, Luke."

  I don't make her wait, not this time. I don't make her hold off the way I've done before. "Come with me, sweetheart," I say, and she does. As soon as I speak the words, she lets go, her pussy throbbing around me as she lets out a low moan. I let go, filling her up, her muscles milking me of every last drop.

  Afterwards, she smiles as she looks at me. "I'm yours."

  Shit, she knows just what to say to me to make me hard as a rock again.

  We don't make it off the living room floor for hours. I think we both have carpet burn, and I don't give a shit. This is what I want – she is what I want.

  When she rides me, sitting on my lap as I wrap my arms around her because I don’t want to let her go, her hair falls down around our faces like a curtain.

  We fuck until we’re finally satisfied. Or exhausted. Or both.