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Wild with grief over the death of his wife, Sam “Slider” Evans lives for his two sons. Nothing else holds his interest anymore, not riding his bike, not even his membership in the Raven Riders Motorcycle Club. And then he hires a new babysitter. . . .
Recently freed from a bad situation by the Ravens, Cora Campbell is determined to bury her past. When Slider offers her a nanny position, she accepts, needing the security and time to figure out what she wants from life. Cora adores his sweet boys, but she never expected the red-hot attraction to their brooding, sexy father that makes her wish he’d notice her. Just once.
Slider sees the beautiful, fun-loving woman he invited into his home. She makes him feel too much, and he hates it and yearns for it, not sure which he feels more, until Cora witnesses something she shouldn’t have. Now, the new lives he and Cora have only just found are on the line, and he must claim and protect what’s his before it’s too late. . . .
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CHAPTER 1
I don’t want to let you go,” Nick Rixey said, lying on his back in bed with Becca Merritt sprawled half on top of him. Dawn was already around the corner, but neither of them had slept much. At least he wasn’t the only one who was a little stressed out about life returning to normal. You’d think it would be the opposite. But it’s funny how your body and brain could get used to operating in crisis mode—and resist the reality that the crisis was over.
Becca traced a ticklish pattern across his chest with her fingertips. “I’m just going to work,” she said. “I’ve been off for two months. It’s time.”
“I know,” he said, pressing a kiss to her soft blond waves.
“But we might have time for a proper good-bye before I have to go,” she said, a smile plain in her voice.
Nick couldn’t help but grin, and Becca was a big part of why that was so much easier to do these days. “Might we now? And what would a proper good-bye look like?” Against his belly, his cock hardened.
“Mmm, a back rub might be nice,” she said, her tone full of teasing.
“That’s all?” He reached down to stroke his cock, and her head shifted, following the movement. And fuck if her watching him jack himself didn’t get him even hotter. How the hell was he supposed to let her out of his sight for a twelve-hour shift at the hospital after they’d been around each other twenty-four/seven for most of the last two months?
“Maybe this, too.” Becca slid down his body and joined her hand with his. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and her lips sucked at the tip as their hands moved together.
“Fuck, Sunshine. Take all of me,” Nick rasped.
She pushed onto her knees, her face so filled with desire—for him—that it blew his mind. Every damn time. Looking him in the eye with those pretty baby blues, she leaned over and swallowed his length inch by maddening inch until he was buried in the back of her throat.
His hand went to her hair and his hips surged. “God, yes.” For a few long moments, he savored the pleasure she was pulling out of his body with her lips and tongue and hands. And then he cupped her cheek in his palm. “Lay down,” he said.
Smiling at him, Becca stretched out on her belly and laid her head on folded hands. Nick straddled her upper thighs, his cock rubbing against her ass as he smoothed his palms over her beautiful golden skin. To think that for most of the past year he’d been lonely, purposeless, angry, battling with demons so numerous it was hard to believe that they’d mostly been slayed. And it was Becca’s walking through the door of his tattoo shop that had put him on the road to getting justice, having his honor restored, and clearing his name—not to mention finding love.
Becca Merritt had saved his life in every way that mattered.
Because of her, he had purpose again in a new business. His surviving Army Special Forces teammates—his family by choice if not by blood—were back working and fighting at his side. And he had hope for the future in a way he hadn’t in a very long time, not since a roadside ambush in Afghanistan had killed half his team, sullied the name of his mentor and commander, and ended in the other-than-honorable discharge of Nick and his team. Not to mention injuring him and two of the other survivors. Although, shit, they’d all walked away with soul-deep wounds even if they hadn’t been visible to the eye.
But that was all behind them now. After weeks of investigations, fighting, and off-the-books operations against a shit-ton of enemies, he and his team had come out on top and the bad guys were either dead or in custody. And now Nick could see the future stretching out in front of him. And this woman was at the very center of his vision.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, kneading at Becca’s shoulders. The position tugged at the lingering injuries he bore in his hip and lower back, where he’d taken two rounds during the ambush, but fuck if he was letting his body ruin this perfect moment of peace and closeness between them.
“Really good,” she whispered.
He worked his way down her spine in a series of slow, deep massages. When he got to her ass, he pressed his cock between her cheeks and slowly stroked himself against her. Becca moaned. And Nick couldn’t wait anymore. He had to get in her. “You wet for me, Sunshine?” He slipped his fingers between her legs and found her hot and slick and more than ready. “Aw, fuck, yeah you are.”
“Always wet for you,” she said, arching her back.
Straddling her thighs, Nick penetrated her, both of them moaning as he slid home.
“Oh, God, Nick,” Becca rasped.
Grasping her cheeks, he began to move, his eyes trained on where he disappeared inside her. “So good together. Every damn time.”
“Yes,” she said, arching into him, urging him faster, harder.
Nick braced his arms against the bed and gave her everything he had—his body, his heart, his soul. The sounds of panting breaths and pleasured moans and slapping skin filled the gray-lit room. “Touch yourself,” he said. “I want you to come on me.”
Becca slid a hand between her legs, and Nick closed every bit of distance between them, his body coming down and covering her from head to toes. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and another around her head, his fingers tangling in all that beautiful, soft blond hair. “Love you so fucking much,” he rasped into her ear.
“Nick,” she whispered, her tone tortured and needy. Her movements grew jerky and desperate beneath him, and then she was moaning and coming, her body fisting around him and stealing his sanity.
“Aw, God, Becca,” he groaned as his orgasm nailed him in the back. On a series of punctuated thrusts, he sought to get as deep as he could as he poured himself into her.