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I started stripping off my clothes. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

Boyd whooped and tore off his jeans and t-shirt. I stopped to admire him as I’d yet to see him naked. My eye was drawn to the white bandage over the place he’d been gored. I would’ve sworn it was a little lower below his ribs, but I must’ve remembered wrong, just like how injured he’d really been.

Despite my doctorly concern, my attention shifted to his exquisite body. The guy was perfect. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscle-packed and hairy—as manly as they came. His waist was narrow, and that pale hair tapered into a line that went straight to his groin. His legs were strong and powerful, but it was what hung between them that had me drooling.

That had been inside me? I knew he was big, my pussy ached and throbbed from his rough use, but that? Wow. It was practically a baby arm that jutted from a thatch of hair a few shades darker than on his head. Thick and long, his dick started to swell and grow from my observation. I flicked my gaze to his, and he was watching me. Grinning. He just stood there, lacking any amount of modesty, and let me take him in. He was naked as the day he was born except for his signature cowboy hat on his head. The crown of his dick was flared, a reddish tone that from even ten feet away, had pre-cum oozing from the narrow slit.

And for some reason, he was into me. So into me his dick now curved up toward his belly. Below, his balls were large and pendulous, showing off his virility. He’d come not twenty minutes before, but they looked heavy and full as if he had more for me.

I licked my lips and had to turn away because I’d drop to my knees before him and take him into my mouth. No. Swim first, suck later. I took off my glasses and dropped them on top of my clothes.

Perhaps he was in agreement, for we both ran into the water—Boyd with his hat still on—and I gasped as I suddenly lost my footing on the smooth bottom. Concern flitted over Boyd’s face until I laughed.

“It’s deep!” I was up to my shoulders, and I moved my arms over the surface making little waves.

He was at my side in a flash, lifting me into a floating baby cradle, turning me around. I loved the feel of his arms around me, his chest hair tickling my back. “It is. Perfect for diving off that ledge.” He lifted his chin toward the top of the waterfall.

I shook my head. It wasn’t more than fifteen feet, but I was chicken. “No way I’m doing that.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t let you. Not unless I was underneath to make sure you weren’t scared.” He grinned at me.

And suddenly, I felt like nothing would scare me again. Not with Boyd around to protect me. He’d done so with Jett at the bar and said he would now here, with my inner fear of heights.

I’d been in control for so long. There’d been no one looking out for me, not even when I was a kid. I was used to taking care of myself, but here, suddenly, was this guy who had followed me home and wanted me to get my rest and held me in the pool, so I could stretch out and float like a baby in the womb.

Again, it was too good to be true.

But I wanted to trust in it. I wanted this. I wanted what he seemed to be offering. Was I a fool to think, even though he’d been saying the words, really wanted it too?

Just for today, I would. How could I ruin this place, with this guy, by thinking the worst?

I could put the brakes on tomorrow. Take a step back. Right now, I just wanted to be present with Boyd, savor how he held me, what he did to me with his hands, mouth and dick. “I love this,” I murmured. “Maybe I do believe in fate.”

I swore Boyd stopped breathing for a moment. Then he carried me straight out of the water like a man with a purpose.

“What are you doing?” I laughed. “That was so nice.”

“I need to be inside you again,” he rumbled, his voice raw. I saw bald need on his face. Hunger. The same look he had as he stalked toward me at the truck. It had been aggressive, heady. Potent. He’d spanked my ass, been rough. Wild, even. This though, it was just as intense, but it was as if he craved me, as if I were an addiction, and he needed another fix. “That okay with you?”

I could totally relate. He’d just taken me less than an hour earlier, and I wanted to do it again. “God, yes.” I’d never felt so desirable in my life. He couldn’t fake passion like that. Could he? No, he definitely couldn’t. A dick hard like his couldn’t be faked. This guy was seriously into me. And I was going to drink up every delicious second of it.

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BOYD

I carriedher to the pile of blankets I’d spread on the ground as Audrey had looked around. My original plan had been to spread these blankets out, treat her to a picnic, get to know her some more. Then, I’d fuck her. But that already happened at the truck. Both parts, the getting-to-know-you and the fucking.

Now the blankets were for the reprise. This time wasn’t going to be slow and sensual either. I’d skip the toy this time. It wasn’t needed.

My wolf was desperate to claim her because her ass was still pink from my spanking, and it was as close to a mark as I was going to get. Thank fuck, the moon wasn’t full, or I’d try to give her a mating bite. As it was, I was having a hard time holding back.

But I didn’t want to.

Audrey just told me she might believe in fate. For once in my life, things were falling into place. They felt right. As if I might have the woman of my dreams by my side. Wanting babies and a home as much as me. I’d been gone over a decade, and it seemed what I was looking for had been at home all along. I felt like Dorothy inThe Wizard of Oz.

There really was no place like home. It might be Wolf Ranch, but it was going to be wherever Audrey was.

God, I didn’t even realize how lost I’d been all these years. Maybe since my parents’ death. I’d been playing the black sheep because I thought I was one, instead of taking responsibility, standing by my pack, being a real man. Instead, I’d played at being the champ, but it had all been fake. I’d been hiding the real me. No, I’d just been fucking hiding.