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No way was I actually considering meeting a stranger in a dark parking lot—a very big, muscular stranger who was or had been in the marines. That would be insane. I’d just gotten out of a nightmare relationship, and now I was basically begging to get kidnapped or murdered or… actually have decent sex for the first time in a very long time. Maybe ever if I were honest, and damn, Grant was everything I’d dreamed of. He exuded protection and possessiveness. No one would hurt me if I was with him. But this wasn’t a romance novel. This was real life.
He had one booted foot crossed in front of the other as he leaned against his truck, making me think of a big cat, lounging as he waited for his prey. God help me, I was willing to be devoured by him, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.
Instead of my fantasy man, I called the one friend who knew my whole story and who might have the resources to help me once again—Rogue.
“I’m this asshole’s brother. I own this place.” Rogue coughed. “Manage it.” I glared at my brother. “I’m in charge.”
His expression was neutral. Was he trying not to smile? Was he angry? Of course he could hide what he was thinking. Damn him for being a special-forces, cowboy, criminal superhero.
“Forget everything I said. You’re mine. You’re moving into my room, and you’re staying there.”
“If you thought once a night was all I had in me, you’re about to be really fucking shocked. Also, that’s insulting.”
“I meant it when I said you were going to stay with me from now on. You’re mine, and you’ll stay here in my bed.”
He gasped when I pushed my half-hard cock into his stretched-out ass. “Remember when I told you I wanted to fall asleep with my cock inside you.” “I… I thought you were teasing.” “No, sweetheart. I want you to know your ass is mine even when you’re sleeping.” “Mmm.” He wiggled back against me and pressed my hand to his chest. “I want to sleep like this every night.”
I flung Trey over the railing and watched him drop to the ground. “Jesus,” TJ called up from the porch. “Did you have to make such a fucking mess?”
“I offered to stitch him up,” TJ said. Rhys scoffed. “I thought you were the one who sliced people up, not the one who repaired them.” “It just so happens I can do both.”