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“Uh-uh,” I shook my head back and forth, but it still came out in a moan.

“It’s happening,” he warned, as he drilled until the last few letters stretched and the orgasm started pouring out of me.

“I said right here.” He tapped at my cheek. It wasn’t a slap, but it was firm enough that my eyes shot open.

I stared into his and the pressure on my clit doubled, sending me right over the edge. I came hard, and cried out his name until he was heaving against me.

“Good girl, I knew you had it in you.” He kissed my cheek just as my jaw dropped and claimed my mouth again.

His laughter and arms were so right, even if the timing and place were entirely wrong. I hid my face in his chest and hoped no one had heard us out there.

Chapter 16

Montana

The Lord could have takenme right then and there with her body curled up next to me and I’d have been a happy man on arrival. I didn’t want to move, hell, I didn’t even want to breathe, for fear it would break the spell.

I counted my own heartbeats and tried to slow my thoughts as I waited for her to snap back to reality and jump out of bed. When she didn’t freak out or run, I tilted my head and planted a lingering kiss to her crown.

She was fast asleep, her head tilted effortlessly when I slid my arm from under her and got out of the bed. I straightened my hair in the mirror and realized it was pretty quiet beyond the bedroom door.

I made my way out into the living room, and still didn’t hear anything. I found Oak in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He paused with the spoon half way to his mouth and his eyes lit up with fuckery when he saw me.

“Not a word,” I warned.

He plunked the spoon down in the bowl and held his hands up like I’d drawn my pistol on him. “I ain’t said shit.”

“Mhm.” I grunted and opened his fridge like I lived there my whole life.

I took out a beer and swigged healthily from it while staring at him.

“Where is Easy?” I asked once I swallowed.

“He took Crystal and the boy to get a burger.”

I nodded and sat down at the table with a groan.

Oak’s phone lit up on the table beside him. He swiped to answer it and promptly pressed the speaker phone option.

“O’Brian,” he grunted.

“How positively militant. I forget you’re an official when you’re not wearing leather, Oakland.” Demetri purred, causing us both to rigidly stare at the phone.

Oak’s eye’s widened and he thumped on the newspaper with his index finger in a silent question.

I shook my head and he took a long deep breath like he didn’t trust my decision.

“You with me, Oakland? Or are you still enjoying the visit with your grease father?”

“Buddy, my father is dead.” Oak drawled in a way that added a finality to that last word.

“I meant the one who came to see you. The one who drove up with young Eric and Aunt Daisy.”

Oak frowned while my pulse drummed in my ears.

He knew we were here. He probably knew we were split up too. I wiped my face with my hand and made a spinning motion in the air with the other so Oak would move shit along. I needed this bastard to get to his point. There always was one and it was usually painful.

“He is your chaplain, right? That’s what his patch said the last time we met.”

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