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W atching my longtime friend make googly eyes at Etta one moment, then go over plans with Remy the next, is a little fucking mind-blowing. Especially when you consider the fact that all of us watched a man die less than an hour ago. What the fuck does that say about the state of our lives?

Regardless, I can’t believe Jay’s here, working beside us. I’m also stunned by the small army Remy’s been able to build for herself. And since we’re at it, I’m damned impressed with the Steele sisters’ ability to bring men to their knees with very little effort. Lord knows I’m right the fuck where I want to be. I’ll gladly worship at Remy’s feet if it means I get to love her the rest of my days.

“Your girl just might be the single most impressive badass I know, Hart.”

My smirk is hidden when I face my friend. “I know.”

“I need to follow up on some leads as soon as I leave. I’ve got my sources digging into Agent Kinney’s background, and I’m hoping to have solid intel for Remington soon.”

A growl nearly sneaks its way out, but I swallow it down at the last moment. Hearing Trip relay the story of what that fucking prick bastard did to our woman made me want to kill him myself. Of course, the others would be with me on that, but I’m pretty sure Remy would hand us our asses for taking that away from her.

“Thanks, Jay. We owe you for this.”

He shakes his head, glancing back at Etta. “Nah, brother. We’re even.”

He claps me on my back, then stalks over to where Etta is talking with Big Mack. The former Reaper straightens, eyes narrowing at the man homing in on his territory, but Jay doesn’t pay him any mind. As for the other three men in Etta’s life, they don’t seem the least bit perturbed by the newcomers. My guess? Etta laid down the law once she heard about the little scuffle after their rescue.

“You okay, big guy?” Remy asks, slipping her hand into mine.

Her big brown eyes are staring up at me, and the only thought that runs through my head is bending her over my bike and fucking her until she screams my name. Why is it always like this after a kill? Adrenaline? Rage over what has happened to her? I have no fucking clue. I just know I need her beyond reason.

There must be something seriously fucked up in my head. We just watched a man die in one of the most gruesome ways possible, yet I’m hard as a fucking rock. Every muscle in my body is tense, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. I need to do something about all of this pent-up tension soon, and I know of one thing that will help.

“Ride with me?” I murmur.

She studies me for a moment, then nods. “You’ve got me, anytime you need me. Understand?”

I do and I’m grateful. For someone who claimed she’d be bad at this whole relationship thing, she’s awfully damn astute when it comes to what each of us needs. Leading her over to my bike, I lift her onto the back seat, then throw my leg over and start the engine.

“No fucking fair,” Saint whines from beside us. “Why does Rogue get to ride with you?”

I know damn well he’s got to be as fucking horny as I am. Kinky fucker. Unfortunately for him, he was just a smidge too slow in the grab your girl and go portion of today's events.

“Big guy needs me right now,” Remy murmurs behind me, her arms sliding around my waist.

Even that little bit of contact is like gasoline on an already blazing inferno.

Fuck. If we don’t get out of here soon, I might fuck her right here in front of her sister and everyone else. Not sure that would go over well.

“So the fuck do I.” Saint puffs out his lower lip dramatically.

She reaches over, stroking the side of his face. “How about this? What if I let you tie me up later? I’ll be a good little girl while all of you work off some steam.”

Saint’s mouth drops open. Then closes. Remy’s done the impossible—rendered Saint speechless.

When his eyes narrow and he takes a step closer until he’s nose to nose with our girl, I realize Remy just might’ve bitten off more than she can chew. She hasn’t had all of us yet, and with Saint directing things, that shit won’t be for the faint of heart.

“Be careful, angel. You say all of us , and I’ll make sure every hole and hand you have is so full you won’t be able to sit or walk straight for a week.”

Remy hums against my back, and fuck me if my dick doesn’t throb in my goddamn pants.

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean, Saint. You should know that by now.” She brushes her lips against his, teasingly, then pulls back. He tries to follow her, but she stops him with a hand to his chest. “Later.”

“Fuck. Fine.” Saint takes a deep breath in and exhales, shooting a look over at Ace, Squire and Trip, who are watching us with rapt attention, before he turns back to us. “But that pretty ass is ours when we get you alone.”

“Deal.” She blows him a kiss, then leans her cheek against my back. “Let’s go, big guy.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I gun the engine, speeding down our drive and out onto the main road. I’m not even entirely sure I know where I’m headed. The wind rushes over me, but it does nothing to cool my blood. I need Remington with a ferocity that’s beginning to scare me.

There’s something about watching her in her element, with a piece of shit at her mercy, that lights this inferno inside. Maybe it’s my own past and helplessness that finds her strength so goddamn impressive. Or maybe it’s the satisfaction in her eyes when she ends another piece of shit life. Honestly, the reason doesn’t even matter since she’s mine and I can take advantage of her lithe little body to help calm the riot of shit rushing over me.

The miles fly by until we’re suddenly pulling to stop in a parking lot that looks damned familiar. I didn’t mean to bring us here, and honestly, it’s a little fucked up. This is where we said our goodbyes to Rock.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize this was where I?—”

“Shhh, Rogue. It’s fine.”

With the sounds of the city far off in the distance and a view that’s almost as spectacular as the woman with me, the tension grows exponentially higher.

“Remy…” I’m not sure what I even want to say or how to explain the mess that is my head.

“You’ve got me, Rogue. What now?”

My growl is loud in the quiet of the mountain top. Twisting in my seat, I manage to lift her up and position her in front of me with her legs straddling mine. Her arms wind around my neck as a small grin plays across her plump, pouty lips.

“I see. Take what you?—”

“Now,” is all I can manage to grunt before I’m ripping the seam at the crotch of her leggings.

For a second, we just stare at each other under the warm Arizona sun. I’m not sure what she sees when she looks at my face, but I recognize the lust sparking in her eyes.

“Got it,” she rasps, fumbling with my belt buckle and the button on my jeans. “ Now. ”

Rising up off the seat with her in my arms, I give her room to unzip me and push my jeans far enough down my hips that my dick presses through the hole in my boxers. I don’t have the patience for anything else.

“Enough,” I rasp, damn near incapable of speaking in full, coherent sentences.

I drop back down into my seat, lowering her until the warm wetness of her pussy teases the head of my dick. My chest rumbles with approval as I line us up and slam her down onto me.

“Holy fuck,” she cries out, head thrown back. Her fingers grip my hair so tightly I might end up with bald patches, but I don’t give two shits.

Our position doesn’t really allow much movement on her part, so I gladly take over the job of fucking us into oblivion. Lifting her up until I’m poised right at her opening, I forcefully pull her back down so brutally she screams.

I know I should stop. Should check on her. Should do anything other than lift her up and do it again. But I can’t help myself. She feels so goddamn good squeezing my cock, her pussy desperately trying to milk me each time I sheathe myself in her heat.

“Gorgeous…”

“More, Rogue. I need more,” she pants.

Carefully, I lay her back against the tank of my bike. Leaning over her, one arm slides behind her lower back to take a bruising grip on her hip as the other finds the handlebar for leverage. Her legs wrap around my waist, and when her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine, I finally release my tenuous hold on my control. I plunge into her cunt, fast and rough.

Fuck, it’s like I’ve found heaven on earth. This woman isn’t intimidated by my size because she’s not afraid of anything. She can take my cock like she was made for me and still beg for more. She can face down the assholes that plague this earth and laugh as their lives end by her hand. There has never been anything or anyone who can twist me the fuck up the way that Remington Steele does, and the fact that she’s ours now, that she’s carrying our baby… Goddamn. I’m so fucking gone for this woman.

She’s mewling like a kitten as I thrust into her over and over again.

“Oh fuck. Please, Rogue. Please…”

Hearing her beg brings me right to the edge, but I need her to come first. Nudging her sweater up with my nose, I push her bra out of the way with my face because no way in hell will I stop fucking her long enough to use one of my hands. The second my mouth connects with one of her nipples, I suck… hard. She comes undone.

“Rogue!” she screams, her back bowing as my dick pounds into her even harder.

There’s just something about fucking my girl on my bike, outside, in the middle of the day, with only the open air and sunshine to witness it, that makes me want to pound my chest like some kind of feral animal.

“Another,” I demand, switching nipples and sucking the other tight little bud into my mouth.

Her pussy grips me so damn hard as her body is wracked by a second orgasm. I can’t hold out much longer. Dropping my forearms to the tank, my hands slide up her back until my fingers grip her shoulders. My hips are hammering in and out of her while my balls begin to draw up tight to my body.

Her delicate touch brushes the sweat off my forehead before her fingers slide around the back of my neck. “Give it to me, big guy.”

She pulls my mouth down to hers, kissing me so fiercely I lose the battle I’ve been waging. My release slams into me like a freight train, and my entire body is locked in pleasure so intense I can barely breathe. It seems to go on forever, my body emptying itself into her wicked little pussy. There’s something so intoxicating about that thought that my groan drowns out the sound of the birds chirping nearby.

After long moments of being held in her arms, that peace I so desperately needed earlier finds me.

“Fuck, gorgeous. That was…”

“Epic?” she asks with an amused smirk.

Lifting myself from where I’m laid out on top of her, I study the flush spreading across her cheeks and throat, the puffiness of her lips, and the satisfied look in her eyes. I did that. I put that love-drunk look on her face.

“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth.

“I love you too,” she whispers back.

With shaky arms, I pull us both upright. Her fingers are playing with my hair, her eyes trailing over my face, when a slow grin appears.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just thinking the ride home is going to be awfully messy.”

“You could just stay right here using my dick as a plug.”

Her laughter rings out across the open expanse of cement. “As much as I’d love to see the look on local law enforcement's face when we’re forced to explain what the hell we’re doing, I don’t want to risk you getting put behind bars again.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Remy. They’ll have to kill me first.”

Her voice drops so low, I almost don’t hear it when she says, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

I pull her into my chest, holding her close. “Nothing is going to happen to any of us. You hear me?”

I say it with all the resolve of a man who is desperate to hang onto the only thing in his life that matters. Now, if only I could get myself to believe it too.