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moonlight accentuated her body, she rode his fingers to orgasm.
    “Please, I need you.”
    He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her. “Up.” When she hovered above him, he adjusted so his shaft stood just below her entry. She slowly lowered down. Filling her inch by inch, he pushed her up with her hips before entering her completely. Steadily, his hands on her hips guided their pace.
    He leaned forward, locking his mouth on her nipple and sucked until she moaned in pleasure. Her hips increased their pace, driving him forcefully into her with each pump. His thrusts became deeper and faster into a perfect rhythm. They moved together with precision, as if in a well-choreographed dance.
    Her body tightened around his shaft and her nails dug into his chest. “Oh, Jared!” she cried out as his own release followed.
    Breathless, he brushed her hair from her face. He wanted to see her. Wynn’s eyes were glossy and dreamy—the aftermath of amazing sex. She slid off him to lie next to him and snuggle against his body. Content, he pulled the sheet over them, and he lay cradling her, caressing her spine with long, lazy strokes.
    “I’m sorry things didn’t go better.” Her fingers rubbed small circles down his chest.
    He kissed the top of her head. “Me too, but it doesn’t matter.”
    She glanced up at him. “Don’t lie to me. It does matter to you.”
    She was right. It did matter, but he learned a long time ago he couldn’t change them. “I’m putting it behind me and starting fresh.” She gave him a fresh perspective and love of life again. He wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers.

    D awn peeked over the buildings, casting a warm glow across the floor and edge of the bed from where they didn’t close the curtains around balcony door. Sleep barely touched Jared through the night, and when it did, it left him with dreams of his family. Being back in his hometown brought everything to the surface. He wanted to return to Virginia, to get away from the memories that were haunting him, but he needed to stick around to see what happened with his father.
    She yawned. “The time change is playing with your sleep schedule. You barely slept. Maybe we should close the curtains and stay in bed. There’s nothing waiting for us anyways.” She curled up in his arms, her left leg and arm draped over him, cuddling close.
    “That sounds like the best plan I’ve heard in the last twenty-four hours. Lift up and I’ll get the curtains.” He slipped out of bed and padded naked toward the curtains. There was nothing waiting for them to get up, so why not stay in bed cuddled together? She had been his rock through it all and snuggling with her sounded like the perfect way to spend the day.
    The doorbell rang, cutting through the stillness of the morning. “Fuck!”
    “I guess that ends our quiet morning before it even starts.” She sat up, grabbing the silk robe that she had tossed at the edge of the bed the night before.
    “Who knows we’re here?”
    “Besides my friend who owns the apartment? Only your brother and my friend wouldn’t stop by.”
    “Fuck.”
    “Is that going to be your word of the day?” She tied the robe. “Get dressed. I’ll answer the door.”
    “No, you’ve dealt with enough of their shit.” He grabbed the shorts he started the night in and cut off her access to the door. “I’ll deal with him.”
    “ We will, remember, we’re a team.”
    “What would I do without you by my side?” He kissed her quickly and strolled hand-in-hand with her to the door. “Here goes nothing.” Facing a terrorist behind the door would have held less stress than the idea of his brother, or any of his family being on the other side. Too bad he couldn’t just shoot them and be done with it, like he could in the midst of a battle.

 
    J ared tugged the door open and there stood a very disheveled Justin, his eyes red-rimmed. His stomach sank with the knowledge that there was only one thing that