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it.”
    “No.”
    “No?” I snarl against her lips. “You’re riding my hand, princess. Your pussy juice is all over my fingers. You want more?”
    “No,” she says and I give it to her, sliding a second finger in, forcing her snug inner walls to stretch, working her clit faster. She clings to my arms, her fingernails digging into my biceps. “Saxon. God. God. Please.”
    Not playing anymore. Her whole body’s trembling and stiffening. About to come.
    “I’m going to get you inside and fuck you, Jenny.” Voice rough, I pump harder into her. “You are going to take every fucking inch. Then I’m going to suck on your clit until you come again. You want that?”
    “Yes.”
    Christ, she’s so beautiful when she comes. Her green eyes glaze over and her cheeks flush before she curls closer, her mouth hot and open against my neck. Her cry is muffled against my throat. My balls tighten with the need to come when her pussy convulses around my fingers, and I keep pumping, keep sliding my thumb over her clit until her hips buck and she’s suddenly pushing me away.
    “No more.” She’s panting. “I can’t again.”
    She will when we get inside. But I ease back for now, slipping out of her pussy and sucking the wetness from my fingers. My right hand smooths down her spine, holding her against me as she catches her breath. Her forehead’s pressed to my shoulder and little shudders run through her every few seconds.
    Finally she lifts her head and looks up at me. “Well, that was a fun little hello.” Her voice is as soft and as warm as the expression in her eyes. “God, it’s been a long week.”
    “Too long.” I push her hair back from her face. “You’re tired as fuck.”
    “Then it’s a good thing you’ll be doing all the work when we get inside; I can just lie there and fall asleep, right?” She gives me another wicked smile when I grin, then tugs at my waistband and runs her fingers over my cockhead. That light tease is torture. “Though I can’t say I’m looking forward to dragging myself out of bed and driving out to the ranch later. So I’ll make you a deal. You carry in my case and I’ll lie there all night.”
    That’s a deal I’ll take. I drop a kiss to her mouth and back up. Her overnight bag is in the bed of the truck, strapped in with a bungee cord. As I unhook the cord, movement by the Caffee’s fence makes me glance in that direction.
    Not a gray-haired woman in a robe. Not a little white dog. Instead it’s the dull gleam of a shotgun barrel, swinging up and taking aim.
    “Jenny—”
    The blast drowns out my roar. My ears are ringing and for a second I’m not here, it’s not hot but cold and my shoulder’s like crushed glass, and I can smell the burning fuel and my blood and hear Anderson screaming because his leg’s been blown off—but it’s not a marine screaming. It’s Jenny, begging.
    “Oh, Jesus, help me. Please, please.” She’s pulling at my arm and I’m on my knees.
    Gotta get up. But my head’s spinning and my legs won’t steady.
    “He’s down!” The shout comes from across the yard. “Go grab the girl. The boss wants his whore.”
    Jenny. Reichmann sent his men for her.
    “Get in the house,” I tell her roughly. I’ll slow them down here. “Run.”
    Tears streaking her cheeks, she shoves her hands under my arms and pushes. “Get in!”
    I stagger up and suddenly there’s some skinhead fucker with a swastika tattooed into his neck coming around the nose of the truck and looking surprised that I’m alive. Quick, I’m on him, my fist in his gut and my elbow slamming into his back. He’s down and I grab his skull and drive his face into the concrete, then my shoulder’s on fire and Jenny’s screaming, pulling at me.
    “Get in!” She throws her shoulder into my gut like a linebacker, knocking me back against the truck cab. “The other one’s coming with the shotgun!”
    And I’m fading. I slide across her seat and there’s blood dripping all