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I guess it made sense, given the trauma of that situation.

But it was a relief to wake up on the third day, aware of feeling undeniably in my body. Hunger gnawed at my stomach as I slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I felt the water cascading all over my skin when I stepped into the shower.

As I moved back into the bedroom to grab my last set of clean clothes, I turned to look at York. He was still in bed, an arm over his head on the pillows, shirtless, the blankets pulled off to my side of the bed, so there was nothing to hide the way his hardness strained against his shorts.

I didn’t stop to think.

I moved to the foot of the bed, climbing on between his legs and running my hands up his calves.

The barely-there touch had him stirring, but it wasn’t until I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his hipbone that he came fully awake, a low groan escaping him.

His hand slapped down on the back of my neck as I moved across his waistband for a moment before pulling the material down to free him.

His whole body tensed as I took him into my mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily up, forcing him deeper.

I worked him slowly, loving the rough sounds of his breath, the way his body tensed beneath me, how his hands grabbed my head and hair, holding me to him as I drove him up.

It wasn’t long, though, before he was pulling me up and over him, a rumble escaping him as his gaze slid over me when I moved to straddle him.

A curse escaped him as I lifted up, then slid down onto his cock.

Everything tensed, tightened, as my head fell back on a moan.

I rode him slowly at first, our breaths and heartbeats seeming to sync. But it wasn’t long before the need overtook us both. I rocked faster and faster as he rocked his hips up into me, making my moans grow louder as I got closer and closer.

“Fuck, that feels good,” York groaned as I came, my walls clenching around him, taking him with me as I came.

I rested against him afterward, my face buried in his neck, his arms heavy around me.

“Do me a favor.”

“Hmm?”

“Wake me up that way every morning,” he said, making a little laugh escape me.

His fingers started to slide up and down my spine. “Feeling better today?”

“Yeah. Thanks for picking up the slack.”

“Don’t gotta thank me for anything. I know that if there’s a day I drop the reins, you will pick them up to keep things on track. That’s how it works.”

“Fill me in. I know I wasn’t tuned in enough to tell me how everything has gone.”

“It’s handled. No one is gonna find the body. The blood is gone. The weapon has taken a long trip to the middle of nowhere. Sonny’s truck and phone are back at his place. He’s made several phone calls since then. Sent a few texts. And Arty had us get into his laptop so he could wipe anything about you out of it.”

“Wow. It doesn’t seem like you guys have been that busy.”

“An hour or two here and there. The guys are heading back to Shady Valley today. I think we’re all set here without them.”

“I feel bad for not getting to know them better.”

“We can visit them when it cools down a bit, so we don’t melt in Death Valley.”

“I like that plan. Raff was good with Denny.”

“He’s a little kid-like himself.”

“So, what now?” I asked.