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“Fuck,” he growled.

He jerked his hips back and thrust back in, then again. He did that over and over, staying deep, fucking me so hard the door rattled, like he couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get close enough.

His eyes were locked on mine. “Missed you. Missed you so fucking much.”

I locked my ankles behind him, hanging on tight, struggling to form words as the base of his cock worked my clit repeatedly. The head was so deep it was stroking that spot inside me at the same time. My orgasm was already building.

“Missed you, too,” I managed on a sob.

“Couldn’t breathe without you,” he choked out, still slamming into me. “Don’t want to.”

His mouth came down on mine and his tongue thrust deep while his cock did the same. I could taste his blood, his desperation, his hunger and need for me, and I gave it back.

I tore my mouth from his and cried out his name, coming hard, gripping at his thick cock thrusting into me over and over.

He bit out a curse, his face going to the side of my throat, and then he was coming with me, pulsing inside me, filling me, hot and deep.

We stayed like that for a long time, locked together, until I felt him leaking from me. Dane didn’t seem to care. He kept me there, buried inside me, pressed into the door.

Finally, he lifted his head. “I’m not doing this anymore,” he whispered harshly. “You hear me, Everly? I’m not gonna fuck up like that again. I promise. I fucking promise.”

I cupped his face and looked deep into his eyes. “Baby,” I whispered. “We’re not in that room anymore. We’re not in that house. No one’s trying to take me from you. No one wants to hurt me.”

His eyes slid shut, and I knew I had it right. I thought I knew how our time living together had affected him, the way he’d tried to take care of me, protect me from the monsters who came through that house who would have hurt me if they got the chance, but I had no idea how deeply.

“Everyone gets taken away, Eves. Everyone always gets taken away,” he choked out.

My heart broke for him, for the agony I heard in his voice. “Not me. Never me.”

“Fuck, Eves.” He was shaking. “I just…I want to hold on so tight…I just…”

“You need to let go, Dane. For both our sakes, you need to let it go. You need to trust me that I’ll never let that happen.”

His eyes opened, and they were golden, and beautiful, and filled with pain. “I’m not sure I know how.”

“Then I’ll help you. We’ll find a way to help you.”

He nodded, and with his arms still around me, he carried me to a seat and sat, keeping me in his lap. I got to work on his gloves, undoing them for him and pulling them off.

When his hands were free, he cupped the side of my face. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Eves. I mean that. I love you so much. Shit, I don’t know how to describe what you mean to me.”

I pressed my forehead to his. “I know. I feel the same way. And we’ll do this together, okay?” He nodded, and I pressed my mouth to his. “Now I’m taking you home.”

“Don’t need to go anywhere,” he rasped. “When I’m with you, I’m already there.”

Epilogue

Dane

Three months later

“This place is kick-ass,” Cal said, looking around the big room.

I took a sip of my beer. “Not quite as kick-ass as yours, but we like it.” The living room was big, with an open-plan kitchen off to the side and a huge fire we’d be using pretty soon.

Cal’s dark eyes shifted from the large space back to me. “I know you don’t need this from me…you’re your own man, but, fuck, Dane…I’m proud of you.”

“Me, too,” Bull said, thumping me on the back, almost dislocating a couple of ribs. “Nice place, good woman…head out of your ass. Love this for you, asshole.”