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“I’m glad you’re alright. And I’m glad we had all the ropes to keep us together, otherwise we’d have lost you.”

He squeezes me tighter to his chest and kisses me again. I can’t stop the gasp as his lips brush the sensitive part of my neck, and he groans.

I’ve never seen such a tender side to Clyde before, and it makes me realize just how much the worry for my safety has impacted on him.

“I promise I’m okay,” I reassure him, lifting my hand to stroke his cheek.

He lifts his head from my shoulder and nods. My heart races as his breath blows softly against my face, and I lean closer to him. He closes the distance and kisses me deeply, a sense of urgency in the action as he moves one hand up to tangle in my hair and the other sits on my lower back.

The sleeping bag shifts, and as a cool draft hits my skin, I become very aware that I’ve got no clothes on.

I break the kiss and lean backward, out of reach of his mouth.

“You undressed me while I was unconscious!” I scold, lightly slapping him on the shoulder.

His chuckle fills the tent. “You’re definitely not feeling yourself if you’ve only just realized that. However, me and Doc were completely well-behaved gentlemen. We were taking care of you and making sure you weren’t injured anywhere. Afterward, we tucked you straight in your sleeping bag.”

“Calla?”

Doc’s husky, sleepy voice cuts through the darkness.

“I’m here, and I’m okay,” I tell him, guessing he needed to hear the words as much as Clyde did.

“It’s so good to hear you say that.”

The relief is palpable, and I’m happy I could give him that after causing so much worry.

Chapter Thirty-One

Clyde

Calla being awake and in my arms again is a better feeling than I imagined, and I hope she doesn’t expect me to let go of her any time soon.

She’s still recovering from her fainting episode, and while I know I shouldn’t push her right now, it’s difficult to keep myself in check.

I feel Doc’s arms slide around her in the darkness as he joins us in our tangled embrace.

Calla’s soft, happy sigh is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins, and it takes everything in me to maintain my self-control.

As she leans backward against Doc, her naked, ample breasts brush against my chest. Even in such a tender state, she doesn’t fail to elicit the desire she always seems to awaken in me.

I let Doc take over the hug and let my hands drift lightly across her skin as she moves backward, drawing out a quiet moan from her lips.

Dropping my head back, I remove my hands and blow out a frustrated breath, annoyed that I can’t seem to control myself.

Calla’s hands find mine, and she squeezes them in hers before placing them on either side of her waist.

“Calla…” I begin, but she stops me.

“Shhh, let’s enjoy the moment,” she whispers, stroking the backs of my hands.

I exhale sharply as she places them back on her waist. Deeper moans reach my ears as she arches her back, pushing her chest out toward me.

Her tight nipples brush against my own chest, enticing me to play.

Doc’s hands are cupping them, squeezing her flesh and teasing the tips into little peaks.

Unable to resist, I drop my head and latch onto one of them, sucking deeply and running my tongue over the tip before moving across to give the other one the same attention.

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