As if we were love-struck teenagers again, we both hungrily, passionately kissed each other out of our clothes.

I wanted to thank him.

I wanted to pry into that chat he’d had with my father.

I wanted to ask him about everything…

But as he helped me lower myself down onto the edge of the bed, my shins dangling off the side, this wasn’t the time for that. Those pressing questions could absolutely wait until the pillow talk…

For now, all that mattered was what we did with our needful bodies, showing each other that after all this insanity, all this trouble… it had been utterly worth it.

His fingernails trailed down my bare skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah…”

Hunter’s voice was a groan, slowly turning into that dark growl I loved so much. It made me so happy that I could have this effect on him.

“I can’t wait to be inside you…”

I shivered with delight at his words.

“No reason to wait…” I smiled lustfully.

“Plenty of reason,” he told me. Before I could take that the wrong way, his lips were on me; they pressed against my own, fully and deeply, until he took them away and peppered a trail of scorching-hot kisses down my chest.

“Oh God, Hunter…”

This handsome, rugged example of pure male perfection lowered himself above me, supporting his weight with a flattened palm. With his spare hand, he took my breast into his hand, bringing his lips back to circle my hard nipple.

With every little flick of his tongue, he sent another spike of pleasure into my body.

I whispered in the only language between us that mattered anymore: lust...

“I love how you do that, babe…”

His response was an approving growl as he slipped his mouth to the other breast. While his grasping hand continued to squeeze my first one, he pressed his lips against the soft, swollen breast and sucked hard. As I writhed under the pleasure, he left soft bruises – evidence of his love – in the tender flesh before kissing my nipple.

My arms enveloped my tall, muscular lover around his well-developed shoulders. I loved how taut and hard his skin was, and it only made my body that much more ready for him.

“I love your little noises,” he growled.

Almost by surprise, I hadn’t realized that I’d been making any. But I caught how the motions of his tongue were tugging quiet little moans out of my chest.

“They’re all for you, Hunter,” I gasped with the latest squeeze of my breast. His toughened fingers had brushed the perky, aching peak. “You are the only man that will ever hear them…”

“That’s right,” he groaned darkly. He pulled himself from my arms and slid down my chest, that trail of kisses leading to my glistening sex. “Only for me…”

“All yours,” I moaned.

Hunter shouldered my thighs, pressing his lips into the soft, inner muscles. I felt his teeth as he sucked in, leaving more evidence of his love.

It was just the way that I liked it.

The pain was small and manageable – Hunter knew my limits, what I could and couldn’t handle – but the mixture of pain and pleasure just turned me on so fucking much.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need you…”

“Ask, and ye shall receive…”

Hunter’s lips crashed into the lips of my wet, slickened pussy. I covered my mouth with a hand as I grasped at the sheets with the other.

“Fuck!” I barely contained myself. “Oh God, Hunter, that feels so fucking good…”

His tongue had my sex memorized.

Hunter knew all the best ways to rile me up, flicking that hard, wet tongue against my clit in just the right movements, or sucking it into his mouth with just the right pressure. Better yet, he knew how to read me when it was starting to get too sensitive – before I ever grew discomforted, he moved on to do something else entirely with that awesome mouth between my thighs.

He also knew how to deny me.

Playing me like an instrument, he would build me up to an incredible crescendo, only to switch gears right before the finale. He kept me edging along the brink of orgasm, knowing my body and its carnal impulses better that even I did sometimes…

When he held a pair of fingers towards my lips, I gratefully sucked my fluids off of them. He took them back down and plunged them into my body, stroking my wet pussy just along my inner bundle of nerves.

“You’re so goddamn good at this,” I moaned.

“Of course I am,” Hunter growled, but a tinge of sincerity and compassion traced his voice. “We were fucking made for each other, baby…”

There was no denying that.

Hunter built me up towards another hard orgasm. I was beginning to think he was getting cruel with the deprivation, but this time he kept up the momentum.

Hunter looked me hungrily in the eyes as I leaned up, gazing down on him over the bump. The gamble was a huge risk, knowing what he was like, but I needed this climax.

“Please,” I pleaded him. “Oh God, Hunter, please don’t fucking stop…”

For a second, I was afraid he would take that as invitation to hold back the orgasm; he so often did that, just to stir me up even more.

But Hunter didn’t let up.

Instead, he buckled down, his lips sucking my clit one last time as his fingers dominated my wet, trembling pussy. Those tremors rode down my legs and across my entire body as I felt him push me to the dizzying peak…

My body erupted into total ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, fuck – FUCK–“

I held both hands over my mouth as I crashed over the edge, turning my limbs into a quivering mess. After I stopped myself from waking Dad up down the hall, I released one hand to grab the back of his head and keep his mouth pinned to my clit.

Every last little shudder arched my back as pleasure washed over me. My grip slowly released on his hair as Hunter raised his face with a satisfied smirk.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he growled.

My heaving chest was fighting for oxygen too much to offer a snarky retort, so I just lay my head back down against the bedding.

He hooked his hands around my hips, pulling them closer against the edge of the bed. “If I were you, I wouldn’t get too relaxed…”

My lungs were finally starting to calm down. “Oh yeah?” A content smile crossed my lips as I leaned up just enough to see that set of incredible washboard abs above his hard, dangling cock.

But then I saw how he was lining himself up to my wet pussy, hoisting a leg up under his huge forearm.

I felt him enter me, just an inch…

Hunter kept a smirk on his face as he grabbed the other leg, his fingers digging into it before pulling it over his other forearm. He supported both, holding them up above his waist for a perfect angle as he leaned a little closer.

“That’s right, baby…” He whispered with that hungry, erotic glint in his dark eyes. “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us. You and I aren’t done yet… not even fucking close.”

And then he slid that rock-hard, throbbing cock into my body in one deliciously powerful thrust…

* * *

I don’t know how long we were quietly curled up in bed together, positioned to keep the baby safe. I was lying on my back, my neck supported above Hunter’s shoulder as his arm lazily dangled down my naked body.

“I nearly forgot,” I told him with a quiet burst of excitement. “Before he went to bed earlier, Russell updated me a little on your bike…”

Hunter stirred from his sleepy trance.

“And?”

“Bearing wheel failure,” I replied. “He didn’t make it sound like anything too crazy. Mechanic reckons he can have it done in three, four hours tops. The way Russell told it, the guy’s getting started on it first thing in the morning.”

“Well, that’s great goddamn news!”

I smiled slyly. “Another thing: the mechanic also says you’re coming up for an oil change, but he’s doing that free of charge because, in his words, he’s ‘never worked on a beautiful vintage bike like that one’. Babe, he thinks we’re gonna be road-ready again tomorrow after lunchtime.”

“That’s a huge relief,” he groaned in relief. “I was afraid that all of this would be something far more costly and mechanical than that… it’s been a while since I’ve had to dick around with the bearings, so I guess it’s not a huge surprise.”

“So, are we leaving tomorrow?”

Hunter thought for a moment.

“I’ll check in with Grizz, just to make sure that he’s holding down the fort alright. Dodging this court date means this is the last time I’ll be able to take any time off in Phoenix, so I figure we can hang out with Jack and the Parkers for a few more days. We should probably make the most of it before we leave it forever.”

“Well, maybe not forever…”

He lifted his eyebrow again.

“Sarah…”

“My father’s getting up there in age. There’s no freaking way he can drive all the way out to New Orleans to make our wedding…”

“We can put him on a flight.”

“Maybe…” I was unconvinced. “But that’s the other thing. New Orleans is fine and all, but it doesn’t have any significance to us. Well, not yet, at any rate. I know we haven’t really talked about this yet,” I hesitated briefly. “But is that where we really want to get married?”

Hunter didn’t skip a beat.

“Then we’ll meet him in the middle.”

“In the middle?”

“But I won’t ride my club all that way so soon, especially not with our bun fresh out the oven. We’re all going to have to fly too, and I know my Dragons aren’t going to like that a whole lot…”

“Where do you have in mind?”

“The only place that makes sense.” There was a twinkle in his eye when his eyes focused on me. “We came all the way back to our past to bring your father back into the family. Unless you don’t like the plan, it seems fitting to get married in the place where our lives came back together…”

“El Paso,” I realized.

“It’s a beautiful send-off, don’t you think?”

It really was.

“It’s the last time we’ll ever be there,” I said, reality dawning on me. “Hunter, it’s perfect. That’ll be our own special little way of saying goodbye.”

“Funny how important the edge of that little town became to us,” he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling as I nuzzled closer. “My Dragons and I were only supposed to be there a little while, sorting out all that stuff with the missing girls…”

“It’s where our worlds intersected again,” I fondly remembered. “It’s so perfect. Now that you’ve said it, I can’t think of anywhere better for us to be wed.”

“Glad you think so,” Hunter grinned. With a smooth, easy motion, the man I wanted to spend my life with pulled himself closer. He kissed me, planting his lips along my body just the way I loved best, and in all the places I loved most.

“You’re a real knockout gal, Sarah,” he smirked. “I feel like I should put a ring on it and marry the goddamn shit out of you.”

“Pretty sure that we’ve had this conversation before,” I reminded him with a crafty smile.

“And we’ll have it again,” Hunter kissed me again, overflowing with his typical brand of dark, brooding love. “We’ll have it however many times it takes, until we’ve both got the real rings on our fingers…”

“Got some time to kill until then.”

“You’re right,” he smiled wickedly, reaching down again with an exploratory pair of rugged fingers. “And I can certainly think of a few ways to blow all that time…”