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He nods.I know.

For some reason, that makes me giggle again.

Deck is smiling as he signs,Can we fuck now?

“Yes, please.”

I lift my hips and together we line his cock up at my entrance so I can ease down, taking him inside my pussy. Then I brace myself and ride him steadily, finding a rhythm that works for both of us.

He holds on to my hips and gazes at me the whole time, his hot, ardent eyes moving from my face to my bare breasts to the place where we’re joined. Those looks get me going as much as the friction of his cock moving inside me. I accelerate so I’m bouncing above him and move one hand to rub my clit as the sensations build.

I’m making silly sobbing sounds as my orgasm crests, and he’s right behind me, pulling out just before he comes all over my belly and breasts.

I collapse on top of him. He wraps his arms around me. We both gasp and shake with little afterquakes.

Finally, I smile against his chest. “I like having our own place.”

He grunts softly, one big hand caressing my messy hair.

“And it’s barely dark out, so we have the rest of the night if we want to do it again.”

He laughs breathily. Signs,Need a minute.

“I wasn’t suggesting right now. Maybe we’ll wake up in the middle of the night and want to have sex again.”

Sounds good.

“You don’t think…” I hesitate, wondering if I should say it. Then I do. “You don’t think Logan will want to stay around here, do you? I mean, because his daughter is here. Elizabeth. Maybe he’ll want to stay close to her.”

Maybe.

“You don’t think so?”

I don’t know. It’s new. For Logan. No idea what he’ll do.

I sigh. “Me either. But it would be nice. We could fix this place up. Make it ours for real. Would you want that?”

Yes. We can do it. With or without Logan.

“I know. But I don’t want to leave him. Or the rest of them. They feel like… our people.”

I know. Me too. Let’s wait and see.

“Okay. That sounds good.” I’m still sprawled on top of Deck’s body, and I have no plans to move anytime soon. “Let’s just wait and see.”

A half hour later Deck and I are still naked in bed, not sleeping but lounging comfortably together, when there’s a loud knock on the door.

We both jump up. Deck grabs for his rifle, aiming it at the door while wearing no clothes.

“It’s me.” Logan’s voice is slightly muffled through the door. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need Deck.”

“He’s here,” I reply as Deck sets down his rifle and reaches for his clothes. “Just a minute.”

When we’re both dressed, Deck swings the door open to Logan, who looks as composed and matter-of-fact as ever.

He blinks slightly when he focuses on Deck—probably because of the difference the haircut makes—but he doesn’t mention it. “I need help gathering everyone to talk. Can you start rounding them up?”

Deck nods with ayessign. I’m the only one who uses sign language with Deck, but the gesture is probably second nature to him now.

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