by Tatum Throne
“I love you, Rylie. I can’t do this without you. I need you.”
She felt breathless. “You came all this way to tell me that you love me?”
“Yes. I did.”
Tice whistled from the opening and sand rained down on top of them. “I’m glad you two love birds have made up, but mind hurrying this up.”
Trey let go of her. “She’s coming up now.”
Rylie used her feet to anchor off the side wall as she used the ascender to take her up. When she got to the top, Tice was there to pull her over the edge. She worked her equipment off fast to lower it to Trey.
Night was just starting to settle in as Trey surfaced from the chamber. Cool nighttime air blew across the sand.
“She’s bunking with me,” Trey said.
Tasha’s mouth dropped open as the realization sunk in hard. She glared at Tice who gave her an easy smile.
“You can bunk with our armed escorts!” Tasha snapped.
“No room,” Turner said.
“I guess that makes us roommates, babe,” Tice said.
“Nope. You can sleep in the Jeep.”
Tice pretended to be hurt. “I didn’t know you were afraid of the big bad wolf.”
“I’m not!’
Trey lifted Rylie off her feet. “I’m okay to walk!”
“Not until we know you’re okay.”
He carried her easily to her tent, easing her down to her feet when they were finally alone. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but couldn’t find the words.
“Trey.”
“I know, babe.”
“I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’m sorry.”
“Rylie.” He kissed her passionately. “I love you too. All this time, I was too afraid to talk to you. I thought I’d lose you forever if you found out the truth. I wish I had.”
She touched his face. There were tears misting his eyes. She felt the power of his love sear her heart. “I know, baby.”
“I can’t do this without you, Rylie.”
“I can’t either.”
“I need you.”
“Trey,” she whispered.
“Marry me, Rylie.”
He eased them down onto her cot, making the metal groan. Rylie ran her hands over Trey’s face as he kissed her with sweet little nips.
Trey eased himself to the side as his hand slid down to flip open the button on her cargo pants.
Rylie knew that this moment was something much more than the accident. It was then that she knew Trey would do everything in his power to protect her from pain. He was kissing his way down her neck as he flipped open the buttons on her shirt. He pulled it open and groaned appreciatively when he saw her red lace bra she special ordered from Victoria’s Secret. Rylie’s heart was hammering as she stilled Trey by putting her hands on his jaw.
Their eyes met. Outside the wind howled, blowing sand against the tent. Another storm was blowing across the desert. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’ll marry you.”
Something purely male and possessive flashed through Trey’s eyes as the news made him smile. His hand teased her nipple through the lace of her bra. He kissed her, sealing the deal. Trey teased her blouse slowly off her shoulders. A shudder rippled through her as the coolness of the desert night kissed her skin. He undressed her and soon he was standing before her naked. His cock was hung heavy and full.
Rylie leaned forward, licking him into her mouth as she stroked him down. She felt his cock twitch and his balls tighten up. She worked his cock with her mouth, tongue, and hand until he was pulling her away. Every muscle in Trey’s body was flexed hard.
“I’m going to spend all night making love to you,” Trey said.
Rylie bit her lip as his heavy lidded gaze fell to her spread thighs. His hand dipped to her pussy, thrumming a finger over her clitoris. She bowed and he came down on top of her, entering her in one thick stroke. Rylie dug her nails into Trey’s ass as he pumped in and out of her with a controlled ease that made her feel wild. She wanted him faster and harder, but he kept their slow, easy pace. She bucked her hips, feeling her orgasm spiral through her pussy. She cried out as her orgasm worked his cock. Trey’s mouth came down over hers, swallowing her cry of pleasure.
She felt his sex harden and kick out deep inside her pussy. She worked him hard as his cock stiffened.
He thrust in a quick, short, intense stroke. His penis vibrated and he came. This time the heat spread and lingered inside. His shaft pulsated and her muscles followed greedily. Several minutes later the pulsating stopped and he held her close.
“You’re mine,” he whispered.
“Yours.”
“You’re mine, Rylie. Forever.”
He kissed her hard. A shiver scattered over her arms when he pulled her close. “I love you, Trey. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you.”
Chapter Nineteen
Three weeks later
Sunlight stretched lazily across the skyline. Dawn was on the horizon. It was so beautiful, surreal. Rylie loved looking out Trey’s bedroom window as she awakened. For the first time in months, Rylie felt as though she were at home and that she was safe. She was adjusting to life again. She’d found a purpose working with Trey’s team. The pendant was gone forever, and they were going to take the rest out of the game one by one, starting with the cuff. Wolf was taking the lead on this one. That meant more time for her to spend with Trey.
Life felt right. Perfect even. Why was she so restless then?
She lifted the corner of the comforter and started to slip out of bed. An arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist, pulling her back under.
“Don’t even think about it.” Trey said.
“You can’t keep me in bed forever.”
Rylie let her fingers travel over the new scars on Trey’s chest. Each had a story to tell. The latest were from a suspect running from law enforcement. She focused cool energy down to her fingers stroking the fire embedded pain away. He sighed as she eased the negative energy from his aura. She ran her fingers through his chest hair.
“Are you sure you want to marry me?” she asked.
She felt him stiffen. “Second thoughts on spending the rest of your life with me?”
“No. I just don’t want you to tire of me.”
“You are an infuriating woman.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” she asked. “I’ve just started working for you, too. Won’t that be spending too much time together?”
“If you’re trying to come up with excuses not to marry me, you’ll have to do better than that,” he said. “Hey, what is this really all about?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t want to screw up what we have together.”
“I’ll make sure we won’t screw things up.”
“How are you going to do that?” she asked.
“Haven’t you heard? If the woman ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”
She kneeled in front of him, covering her breasts with the sheet. The corner of his mouth hitched as she pretended to be shy. Rylie reached down to smooth her hand over his thick cock. She was rewarded with a groan and his immediate response. She tugged on his hard cock.
“I’ll marry you on one condition.”
“What kind of condition?” He yanked the sheet playfully away and she let it fall around her hips. She sat on top of him and pulled him in close. He groaned as he entered her in a slow stroke.
“I don’t want a ring.”
“Okay. No ring.”
“I don’t want jewelry of any kind.”
“What am I supposed to buy you then on our anniversary or your birthday?” he asked.
“Chocolate or flowers or maybe a trip somewhere tropical.”
“I think I like that idea.”
Rylie smiled as they stopped talking and started to move.
THE END
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Tatu
m Throne has a master’s degree in social work. She left the field of medical social work to be a stay at home mom and to pursue her dreams of writing romance. She has three rambunctious boys with her husband, AJ, two rowdy hamsters named Nibbler and CJ, and a rabbit named Coco.
When not writing, Tatum enjoys baking chocolate chip cookies, hiking, spending time with her family, watching romantic comedies, playing board games, and spreading awareness of Eosinophilic Disorders. Tatum is a member of RWA and lives with her family in a tiny suburb of Cincinnati.
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