Page 73 of Desert Heat

“What’s the mile marker?”

“Two-hundred and six.”

Shaking my head I left him hanging. If he was lying I’d make good on my threat. If he was telling the truth I’d do the same to him as he did to Savvy’s old man.

My feet shuffled over to Tank. “Grab a small crew. Let’s change into street clothes. We need to lay low and see if his story checks out.”

“If it does?” Tank’s brow arcs.

“We’ll remove the body and return him to his brothers with the Outlaws. He gets a proper burial and I’ll go back to Maine to tell Savannah in person.”

“You sure about that?”

“We left things… unsaid, unfinished.”

“I did too.”

“You coming?”

“I need to think about it. She hurt me badly.”

My palms sweated as I waited for her. It had only been almost three weeks since I kissed those lips. Held that body against mine.

I missed the smell of her hair on my pillow after we lay in bed. I craved the way she looked at me like I was her whole world.

And here I stood, tired, hungry for her after killing for my girl. To make sure she’d be safe whether with or without me. That was my primary goal.

Tank was tracking Brandi down. He had decided to come after all to try to get some closure as well.

Me? I was standing here with my heart in my hands, hoping she’d forgive me for tricking her and we could still give this thing between us a go.

She had men from another outfit watching her… fine. It only made my predatory senses more heightened. Baby girl was my prey; nothing would stop the inevitable. She’d be mine again whether today, tomorrow, or next year.

I watched with fists clenched from afar as she laughed at something her driver said before shutting the passenger door and giving him a wave. A few other men were dressed as students, following her around.

I made quick work of them, knocking them the fuck out and dragging them to the back of the truck and his them under the back bed hardtop cover. I’d deliver them home later.

Her boots were knee high, faux fur trimmed around the knee. They looked warm but sexy as fuck at the same time. Black, shiny leggings showing off her shapely thighs.

My north watered.

I needed my baby girl.

Right fucking now.

“Savvy.” I breathed, cupping her by the elbow, jerking her back into the back alley behind the liberal arts building.

She must’ve been too shocked to struggle. Her face paled as I swung her around to face me. Her lips formed an “O” but no sound came out. I just saw that beautiful face and all reason left my head.

I kissed her.

Hard.

Pressed her up against the rough brick wall. My hips pushed against her.

She meowed into my mouth as our tongues fought for dominance.

She tasted so fucking good. Like caramel and cream with a hint of cherry chapstick.

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