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  Cheeks red and warm, my gaze snaps back up to his. Amusement shining in his eyes, he says, "Took you long enough to come see me."

  "Well, with my dad visiting and all--"

  "He flew out two days ago," he points out to me, and this is something I know well. It's taken me two days to get my nerve up to come see Rand after my dad left for North Carolina.

  Two days where I tried to prepare the best speech ever to let him know what he means to me, and as I stand here now, I can't remember a damn word.

  It's gone. Blank. All the pretty poetic words about what he's done for me and the realizations I've come to... just... gone.

  So I blurt out, "I think I love you."

  The amusement drains out of Rand's eyes and his stare becomes very intent, his body going still.

  Was that the wrong thing to say? Shit.

  "I mean... what I really meant to say is--"

  Rand lunges at me, hands going to either side of my face. With a tight grip, he yanks me into him. Our mouths crash together, our bodies press in tight. My entire being sighs in relief and that last piece of the puzzle snaps in with a resounding click.

  Or is that my heart finally settling into place now that it finally knows what love really is?

  Not sure.

  I'm being lifted, his hands moving from my face to my ass, where he pulls me up his body and my legs lock around him. We don't stop that delicious kiss for even a moment as Rand turns into the apartment and kicks the door shut behind him. My arms circle around his entire head, fingers in his hair as our tongues duel and our teeth scrape against each other.

  Then I'm flying... free for a moment until my back hits his bed and his body covers me from the top. Mouth back on mine as hands start to roam.

  My fingers slip under the back of his t-shirt, pressing into his muscles. Rand grinds his pelvis against me, and we both groan over the sensation.

  His hand slides under my skirt and goes straight to my hip. He starts to yank at my panties, trying to get them off me.

  "I really need to fuck you," he mutters as he rears up and puts both hands to the task.

  "Wait," I say, my arms rising and my palms going to his chest. "That night at The Silo... when I went there... I didn't--"

  "I know," he says brusquely, eyes pinned to the job at hand, which is now currently sliding my panties past my knees.

  Okay, that conversation clearly doesn't need to happen. But there's so much to say and I can't concentrate when he's stripping me.

  "But we need to talk about--"

  "Cat," Rand practically barks at me with amused frustration as he pulls my underwear free and tosses it over his shoulder. "We can talk about how much we love each other, spiritual awakenings, and all that other foo-foo shit that occurs when you're in a relationship later, but right now... it's been a long damn time since I've been inside this pussy and I'm not about to wait so we can hash all this crap out."

  I know I should be offended, but I'm not. He's adorable.

  "You love me?" I ask, knowing that's really the only important thing I need to know.

  "Yes," he says as his smile softens. He presses the palm of one hand against my mound, turns his wrist, and then slips a finger inside of me. "And you're wet as hell right now, so I'm going to fuck you and then we'll talk later, okay?"

  "Okay," I sigh as my hips undulate against the sensations.

  "Good girl," he commends me as he works to free his cock from his jeans.

  His hands go under my knees after he does, raising and spreading me wide, and then he's sinking in deep and it's the best feeling in the world. Totally different from any time before since there are true emotions involved now.

  Because now I know who I am and I understand my worthiness to be happy.

  Because he loves me and I love him, and that makes all the difference.

  Rand's hand strokes my lower back in wide circles while I lay on top of him, lulling me to the edge of sleep. My heart rate is finally back to normal but what is still going full tilt is the happiness coursing through me.

  Let's think about all the reasons why.

  I have a wonderful man who loves me and thinks I'm perfect, warts and all.

  I have a family now... a father, a stepmother, a brother, and a sister.

  I live in a beautiful place and have real friends.

  I have money... lots and lots of money, thanks to Richard transferring the five million dollars to me even though the estate hasn't been settled. He feels absolutely terrible about what Kevin did and is bending over backward to make things right for me.

  What Kevin did...

  I jerk upright, pressing my hands into Rand's chest and looking down at him. "Kevin," I practically squeal. "I forgot to tell you about Kevin."

  "He was arrested day before yesterday," Rand says blandly as his hands go to my butt where they start kneading into my muscles.

  "How did you hear that?" I ask, although I can guess.

  "Bridger told me," he says, his fingers inching inward... sliding along the crack of my ass and then downward.

  I reach back and push his hands away because he's too damn distracting. "So you know all about them arresting my attacker?"

  "Yup," he says with a grin. "It's a small town. You hear things."

  Small town, my ass. I'm sure Bridger told him what happened, which was essentially that someone from Mayhem's Mission tipped the police toward Jim March, who was my suspected attacker. He fit the description, including the teardrop tattoo, which was apparently the key to identifying him. The police picked him up and grilled him hard with their suspicions he'd been hired to kill me.

  The guy wasn't totally stupid because he hired a lawyer, who then turned around and helped him cut a deal with the DA's office. He rolled on Kevin and provided key details to prove he was hired by him. The next day a warrant was issued for Kevin's arrest and sent to the Vegas police. He was in custody within a few hours and will be extradited back to Wyoming within the next few days.

  "It's finally over," Rand says quietly, his arms now coming up to wrap around my lower back.

  "Or a wiser person would say it's really just beginning," I counter with a grin.

  "Who are you and what have you done with the pessimist formerly known as Cat Lyons?" he chuckles.

  I snicker before leaning my face down to kiss him. "Well, she found a guy who's pretty amazing and who taught her to see the good in herself."

  "Oh, yeah?" he asks slyly. "Tell me more about this dude."

  "Well, he's incredibly hot, fantastic in bed, and he happens to be one of the kindest, wisest, and most caring people Cat Lyons has ever met. He made her sort of look at life from a new perspective."

  "She should totally give him a blow job for that," Rand says to me earnestly. "He so deserves that, don't you think?"

  I laugh, kiss him again on his lips, and say, "Yes... he totally deserves it."

  I push against his chest so that I start to slide down his body. His arms loosen to allow my descent, and I can feel his cock start to twitch against me as my breasts drag down his abdomen.

  "Hey," Rand whispers, and I halt... looking up at him.

  He brings a hand to my face, pushes my hair behind my ear, and says, "I love you. I mean, I really, really love you, and I cannot wait to show you how fantastic that can be."

  I smile, bending forward to kiss his chest before looking back up at him. "I already know how fantastic it is. And I love you too."

  "That's my girl," he murmurs before his hands go to my head and he gently pushes on me to get moving again.

  Epilogue

  Logan

  I think this woman may be the death of me.

  A dire prediction, but probably true.

  Probably true because she's not mine to have and I'd probably take her, even at the risk to my own safety.

  I'm fixated on her... obsessed really. That black-as-midnight hair and huge, blue eyes the color of the Wyoming sky. Her skin pale... almost translucent. She looks othe
rworldly, in fact, and it's no secret that every man in The Silo is obsessed with her as much as I am.

  I have to have her, and maybe tonight will be the night. My dick is already hard and aching with the thought, and if I'm given the pleasure of her company, my cock won't even get to touch her pussy, which I'm betting is sweeter than honey. I try to look nonchalant as her "owner" walks around The Silo, chatting up the various patrons and deciding who gets to play with her tonight. He's passed me by on four other occasions. I expect tonight won't be any different because he knows I don't have the type of bank he'll be asking for when he ultimately auctions her off. So many men slobbering to get a taste of her and only one sweet, virginal girl to go around.

  That's right.

  She's a virgin.

  Twenty years old and looking like a porcelain china doll that would break if not handled carefully. But I also know she's stronger than she looks as I've watched her take a mouth fucking like a champ.

  She's a contradiction.

  She's most likely my downfall.

  Like I said, she'll probably be the death of me, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

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