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  “Here, take a look.” He handed her the mirror.

  She stared at the red, puckered wound and traced it with a finger. “He saved me.”

  “Yes.”

  When she awoke in the hospital, Wes told her the story of Simon rushing to her side, gathering her in his arm, and applying pressure to the wound. He didn’t let her go until Paramedics arrived. And even then, he rode in the ambulance with her. He stayed by her bedside as long as he could, Wes said, holding her hand until he had to leave to deal with stuff.

  Three weeks she’d been home and he hadn’t called, or shown up. No word.

  “Do you think he hates me for what I did to him?” She placed the mirror in her lap and pursed her lips. “I should have confided in him, Wes. But instead, I chose to go it alone and look what happened.”

  “Shush.” Wes pulled her into a hug. “You didn’t know if you could trust him. You did what you had to do.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I lost a few years off my life when I saw you all bloodied. God.” He shuddered.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He pulled back, gaze searching hers. “For what?”

  “For getting sucked in by Angus, for putting you in a position where you had to defend me. Kill for me.”

  “I love you.” Wes squeezed her. “You didn’t owe me anything, even though I know you thought you did. I only want you to be happy.”

  She brushed her lips over his then laid her head on his chest. “He makes me happy.”

  “I know.”

  “What should I do? Wait for him to come to me or go to him?” Because damn it, she needed to see him. To apologize. Beg his forgiveness. Thank him for saving her. To tell him she loved him.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Hmm. I want to hunt him down and demand to know why he’s staying away.”

  “So do it. Only do it tomorrow when you’re up to your full strength.”

  “What are you talking about? What full strength?” She pushed away from him and sat up.

  “I’m just saying—”

  “What? What are you saying?” She jumped to her feet and stared down at him with hands on her hips. “I should wait until he disappears for good on his next undercover and I never see him again?’

  Wes threw his hands up in surrender. “Forget I said anything.”

  “Already forgotten.” She grinned, belted her robe tighter, and walked into the kitchen as the doorbell rang. “Get that, will you?” She’d get herself something to eat and wait until Wes went up to bed before she headed out. She couldn’t let Simon slip through her fingers. He had to know she loved him. It had been a mistake to keep her secrets from him, she knew that now. And if he gave her another chance, she’d never make that mistake again.

  She put a slice of pizza into the microwave to nuke and leaned on the countertop with her chin in her palm. What if he didn’t want her? After all she’d done, what if he’d decided she wasn’t worth it? She shook her head. Plenty of time to deal with that if and when the time came. Right now she preferred the scenario where he accepted her apology. Another declaration of love from him wouldn’t be unwelcome either.

  Voices echoed out in the living room.

  “Wes, who’s at the door?” One thing they didn’t have to worry about was Angus and his people. Jayce or Simon had killed Angus—they weren’t sure whose bullet hit where. The Feds had rounded up all his associates, aided by the very careful logs she and Wes kept, and every last one was ratting out the other.

  “Hey.”

  She jerked upright, heart lurching into her throat. Simon stood in the kitchen doorway, Wes behind him.

  She licked her lips and stared into his intense gaze. “Hey.”

  Wes flashed a smile and a thumbs-up. “All righty, I’ll be upstairs in my room if anyone…needs me.” He disappeared.

  Simon’s gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips and down to stop at her neck. His jaw tightened. She touched the scar with a fingertip.

  “It’s healing fast.” She moved toward him on unsteady feet. “I-I wanted to thank you for helping me. For saving me.”

  Dark eyes flashed. “Fuck, Ever, you don’t have to thank me.” He met her in the middle of the room with two strides. “You’re the woman I love. I’d do anything for you.” He hauled her into his arms, and she went willingly, clawing at his belt as he undid her robe and pushed it off her shoulders.

  He kissed her, deep and wild, tongue thrusting against hers as he lifted her and placed her onto the kitchen table. She shrugged away the robe, freeing her hands to sink her fingers into his hair.

  He pulled apart her thighs roughly, fingers dipping into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth and reached for his cock.

  “I need you,” she mumbled against his mouth. She massaged his hardness through his pants then undid his zipper, freeing him.

  “Hmm.” He groaned and thrust in her hand, blunt fingers fucking her wet cunt as her juices poured. Then his cock replaced his fingers, thrusting into her hard. Sliding deep. “I missed you.” He nipped at her ear and neck and licked her throat.

  “Ugn.” She lifted her hips and arched. “Why’d you stay away so long?”

  “Business.” He slid out and drove back in. “Had to clear up some paperwork.”

  Head thrown back, she smiled up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry for all I did.”

  He palmed the cheeks of her ass, angling her hips as he pounded into her. “Forgiven,” he grunted.

  Ever rolled her hips, riding him. Yanking on his hair, she commanded, “Look at me, Simon.”

  His gaze leaped to her face, dark eyes boring into her.

  “I love you.”

  He stilled his movements, eyes glistening. “Say it again.” His fingers bit into her skin.

  “I love you.” She smiled.

  He slammed into her. Ever cried out, legs lifting higher.

  “Again, Ever.”

  “I love you, Simon.” She kissed his neck and chin as he impaled himself on her again and again. “I love you, I love you.” She caught his mouth and sucked on his bottom lip. Savage grunts rumbled in Simon’s chest as he pounded into her. Telltale heat bathed her spine, and Ever urged him on. “Yes, fuck me harder. Make me come. I love you.”

  Simon obeyed. Canting his hips upward, he drove in, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, orgasm ripping through her, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, drinking her sounds as her pussy contracted around him.

  He hissed into her mouth, body jerking. His cock throbbed inside her, and she felt the warm gush as he poured his cum into her.

  “Fuck.” She shuddered. “I can feel your cum filling me up, flooding me. God, Simon.” She undulated, and he continued his thrusts until he’d given her all he had.

  He wrapped both arms around her, hugging her to him. “I’m keeping you.”

  The End

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