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“Tanner … My job is here. My mom.”
He nods, expression stark. “And when you come back, I will too. Somehow. Even if I have to take time off. I just want you with me, Nisha.”
I stare down at him, the suddenness and the impracticality of it beating at me. But it is distant. Far away.
Chuck feels like a lifetime ago. Not weeks. But years.
Tanner’s presence in my life has turned it upside down and inside out, but it feels so fucking right.
Being a shifter with him, riding him just like this …
I want his silver eyes to be the last thing I see when I go to bed and the first thing I see in the morning. I want to learn to hunt with him. I want to run with him.
I fucking wanthim.
The swirl of emotion is so strong it takes my breath. I capture his face between my hands and nod, eyes growing damp. “Yes. A million times over, yes.”
For a beat, he only stares at me, lips parting. Then he crushes my mouth with his and works me feverishly over his body. The rhythm is hard and fast, imprinting his scent—his touch—in me until I know I will never get him out.
And I don’t want to.
When my body begins to clench around him, he holds me to his chest, his pace slowing and drawing out my release as he ripples and heats inside me. We climax together and I hold on to him for dear life.
Because now that I have felt this, I have no intention of ever letting any of it go.
Chapter 47
Tanner
Nisha and I pull back out onto the road. There is a lightness to my fucking body that I don’t think I have felt in years.
She’s coming to fucking Lock Lake.
I want to roar. To bellow the feelings inside of me until even Callus fucking hears it at Silver Rock.
She peers over at me with a smile, a pair of scrounged gym shorts on her supple legs instead of the denim ones I ripped.
Our scents mingle inside her Jeep and it only makes that warmth in my fucking gut grow. The woman is mine.
Mine.
The low rev of a car engine reaches my ears. My eyes dip to the rearview, and my smile begins to fade.
An older model SUV is right on our bumper, the vehicle moving a bit too fucking fast for the worn out road.
I frown and roll down the window to motion the car to go around.
The vehicle rocks forward and taps the Jeep. Nisha squeaks and my hands quickly grip the steering wheel.
“The fuck?” I snarl.
Another rev has my blood turning to ice. The SUV clips the back bumper and keeps pushing. We careen over the blacktop.
“Hold on,” I snap, and lay my foot on the gas as I give the wheel a gentle guiding turn.
We rocket forward and straighten out with a screech, putting distance between the SUV and the Jeep.
Nisha turns in her seat, and her heart is fast in my ears. “They’re still behind us.”
