Page 65 of Devil's Due: Sarge

He shakes his head. “Who am I? Tell me who’s making love to you?” And I get it.

“Dustin.”

“Yeah, baby… I’m Dustin, making love to Greer. There aren’t any ghosts in this room with us. I loved her, I did—you know that—but she’s not here. She hasn’t been. Only you and me are in this bed. Dustin and Greer.”

“Dustin…” I breathe his name like a promise as he begins picking up his pace again. “And Greer—” My entire body seizes up as the greatest orgasm of my life takes over. It’s possible nothing could ever be better…until his release hits.

Oh, good lord— The feel of him coming inside me grabs hold, pushing me over the edge again and again, extending my orgasm out for what feels like years in a matter of minutes.

I love him.

I love him so much. Sarge—Dustin—is the man I want to spend my life with for as long as he’ll have me. And on that glorious thought, I collapse back into him.

“I love you,” I sigh.

I’m not alone.

An hour later, we’re lying naked in each other’s arms under the covers. “You know this thing is only getting started.” He says those scary words even as he nuzzles my neck.

“I know.”

“It’s so much bigger than us. We’re bringing people in.”

“Can I be at the meeting?” I ask, hopeful.

“No,” he answers right away. “Only brothers are allowed in on those meetings. I can’t bend the rules for you, babe. Only brothers.”

“I get it.”

He chuckles against my hair, drawing his bent leg up to cocoon me. “I actually missed the meeting. Vlad will probably have my head for that.”

“As long as he leaves the important bits,” I tease.

“You know you have to talk to the cops, right?”

I sigh against his arm. “Yeah. I’ll do that. You taking me or one of the brothers?”

“Fuck the other brothers. I’m taking you.”

He loves me and he’s taking me to deal with something highly unpleasant. I don’t think I could love him more if I tried. “How’s the house coming along?” I ask.

“We’re right on track.”

“Good…Good. I think we should use me as bait,” I throw in, blindsiding the man.

“Woman, as long as I have breath in my lungs, you willneverput yourself out there as bait.” Gone is the easygoing, good-natured Dustin. This is Sarge giving me an order.

“But it makes—”

“Never,” he repeats himself and I struggle to push away. It’s not that Iwantto put myself out there. I just feel like it’s the fastest way to draw the bad guys out. His arms clamp down around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “Hear me out. I’m not dominating you, baby. But I lost my wife and my son and that almost killed me. What would happen if I lost you? I’d never survive it.”

And that’s all I need to hear to throw that idea right out the metaphorical window.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Just don’t leave me out, okay?”

“I won’t leave you out. How could I?”

I feel loved.

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