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I look her in the eyes, my chest aching for everything she’s endured today, and as I grip her chin, those beautiful green eyes fill with tears. “Do you understand that if Elias hadn’t dropped those charges, you would have been done?” I ask her. “There’s nothing I could have done to help you. You would have beenlocked up, and you and me . . . How the fuck am I supposed to survive if I don’t have you with me?”

“I don’t ever want to be without you.”

“You won’t, doll. I won’t let that happen, but I need you not to do shit like this. When you’re in trouble or feel yourself slipping, I need you to come to me. Rely on me. Let me be your fucking shoulder, doll.”

She nods, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I promise,” she whispers before bringing her lips to mine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I kiss her back before resting my forehead against hers, taking just a moment to be okay before walking around to her side of my truck and depositing her straight back into her seat, where I know she’s safe.

I get in beside her and pull out onto the road again, and as I drive, Harper watches me, her curious stare seeming to eat me alive. “What is it, doll?”

“Nothing,” she says. “I’ve just never seen you like that. You’ve always been so composed.”

“There’s not a lot of things that could bring me to my knees, but you’re at the top of the list.”

A small smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, and I roll my eyes. “Of course, you’d fucking love that,” I mutter, shaking my head.

“Can you blame me?”

I blow out a breath, and as we turn off the highway and hit the back streets that lead to our home, I can’t help but glance at my girl, a deep curiosity pulsing through my veins. She shot someone today, and while he more than had it coming, it doesn’t take away the shock. I always knew she’d be capable of pulling the trigger when the time came, but fuck. I hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

“Why the thigh?” I ask.

Her face scrunches. “Huh?”

“Elias. You shot him in the thigh. Was that intentional?”

She nods. “He said I didn’t have what it took to pull the trigger. In my eyes, he was practically asking for it.”

I grin. She’s got one hell of a point. If you want to bait someone holding a gun, then you deserve to get shot. “You didn’t take the kill shot?”

She shakes her head. “I thought about it, but I wasn’t ready. It was too easy. I wanted him to suffer first, and if he hadn’t lunged for me and stolen the gun, he’d be dead right now. I had it lined up, even pulled the trigger, but he moved at the very last second.”

My brow arches. “You took the kill shot?”

Harper shrugs. “I mean, technically. But I missed.”

“Fuck, Morticia. Every time you open that sweet fucking mouth of yours, you manage to shock me,” I tell her. “But that thigh, how’d it feel?”

She relaxes in her seat, trying to appear unfazed, but there’s no denying the sparkle in her eye or the twisted grin that slowly creeps across her face. “Like the angels came down from heaven and gave me everything I ever wanted.”

“That good, huh?”

“Only second to when you’re inside me.”

“Goddamn, Harper,” I say, clutching the steering wheel tighter as I turn onto our street, the idea of being inside this feisty little jailbird already working me up. “You always know exactly what to say to me.”

She laughs, and her beautiful grin blows me the fuck away, only it disappears as I pull into the driveway, and she turns away, reaching for the handle.

“Fuck no, Morticia,” I say, reaching for her arm and stopping her from exiting the truck. She glances back at me, her brows pinched as she tries to figure out what the fuck I want. “Youdon’t get to make comments like that and not expect me to follow through.”

“What?” she laughs. “But we’re in your truck.”

Grabbing her waist, I haul her over the center console and settle her over me until she’s straddled over my thighs, her sweet cunt grinding down against me, and feeling for herself exactly what she does to me.

My hand twines around the back of her neck as she gapes at me in shock. “Do I look like I care, doll? Let the fucking neighbors see. Nothing is keeping me from being inside you right now.”

Harper arches a brow, a grin pulling across her lips as she grinds down against me, a soft moan on her lips. “Just remember, when I sink down on this cock and you realize that you’re not even close to being able to handle me, you asked for it.”