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even a little blood from crawling over Gus’s body came off under his careful ministrations. It was soothing, cleansing, and I only just started to realize how tightly wound I had been since the shooting began.
    After my skin was clean, he turned me away from him and started to shampoo my hair, running his fingers through it and letting me lean back against his chest while he massaged my scalp. It felt glorious, and my words slowed to a trickle as I let the sensations overcome me. He asked a few questions, and I could hear in his voice that he had started mourning his fallen comrades.
    It was my turn to return the favor, and after I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair I took the soap and began sudsing his magnificent body, taking care to get every square inch. I lovingly washed off his package, and I delighted in the feeling as it began to grow in my hands. I kept one hand on it the rest of the time I spent washing him, slowly stroking him as much for my own pleasure as for his.
    Both of us clean in body but still nursing some mental wounds and grime from the day, we toweled off and I led Jed to the bedroom.
    I straddled him, and in a slower, much more intimate version of the first time we had sex, I rode him. My hair fell in a curtain around his face as we looked into each other’s eyes. I imprinted this memory as best I could over the mockery of a consummation that Frank had forced upon us earlier. The experience could have easily scarred the relationship and ruined it for both of us, but I refused to let it.
    The first time I slept with Jed was an accident, the second time seduction. The third time was forced, but this time I did it for us. Thoughts of my mission had completely abandoned me; the only thing that mattered was this man and the connection that had been growing between us. A connection that should never have been brought to existence in the first place.
    My hips moved in gentle crests and swells, bringing each of us in a slow dance up to our climax. Every thrust was important; each one filled me and wrapped him in a warm cocoon. Each was its own event.
    I reached the point where the intensity was too much, and I quaked on top of him as I came. My contracting muscles closed tight around him, squeezing him, and coaxing forth his own orgasm. I welcomed the feeling of him coming inside of me, reveling in the heat of him. I rested my head on his chest, listened to his breathing as we rested.
    “Thank you,” I said as I slid to the side off of his body. I kept my arm draped across his chest and my leg intertwined with his, wrapped us up together. “Thank you for being you, and for caring about me. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I would have come out of today alive.”
    His eyes opened and he looked at me tenderly. “You’re worth it. I’ve known since I first laid eyes on you that you were more than you seemed. You are the more interesting girl I’ve ever known, Leslie. It’s why I staked my claim on you the first time you walked into the Roost.”
    My mind flashed back to two nights ago. The eyes of all the men, staring at me on my entrance to the bar. Jed’s voice rumbling through the bar, turning them back to their business. After spending so much time with him, I was able to decipher what he said. One word. Mine.
    I nuzzled up to his neck and kissed it, resting my head there. “Are you going to be able to go back there now? Frank hates your guts.” It was an honest question. The thought of gathering intelligence was miles from my mind.
    Jed’s voice tightened, anger at play under his words. “Frank had better watch his back. I had told him that messing with the natural order of things was going to get people killed. And that’s exactly what happened. And then to pull the stunt with you and me at the garage... it’s inexcusable. He has gone off the deep end.”
    “What’s the natural order of things? Why the hell did those Mexicans come after the bar?” My voice broke as I questioned