"What's this place?" I looked around the huge ranch house in the suburbs of Boston. "Why'd we come here from the airport?"

Before Rogan could answer, Takoda bounded toward us, her nails clicking on the wood floor. Rogan crouched down, and she pounced into his arms, licking all over his face. Her tail swung so fast, it couldn't keep up with her body.

She darted from Rogan to me and back again, not sure who to kiss the most.

As Rogan tried to calm Takoda, Diesel and Blaze walked into the room from the hallway.

"Hey, Swift. How was your trip? You get your mile high membership?" Blaze asked.

I blushed because boy did I. Rogan and I made use of every inch of the small bed in the back of the jet.

"Uh, it was great. The trip, I mean. So much fun."

They all chuckled at my stumbling answer.

"We're staying here?" I asked Rogan.

"Yes. It's secure."

"Your stuff is in boxes in the master bedroom." Diesel motioned down the hall.

"It is?"

"Yep. You just need to unpack. We moved the furniture in here." Blaze pointed to the black leather couch from Rogan's apartment. "But this place is a lot bigger. You'll need to go shopping to furnish the other bedrooms."

"Other bedrooms?" I turned to Rogan. "But a place this size must be so expensive?"

"I've been collecting two salaries for four years, not spending a dime. We're good."

"Wow. Okay, thank you guys. Let me make you dinner for doing all this."

"Maybe after your surprise." Blaze grinned like a schoolboy offering a teacher a can of nuts filled with a springy snake.

"Isn't this my surprise?"

"No." Rogan stepped into the hallway. "This is." He touched a door open with his fingertips. "C'mon."

Rogan stepped back and two women walked slowly toward me with expectant looks on their faces. Oh my goodness.

"Oh my lord! Sin!" I ran to my big sister and hugged her so hard. "Pride. Pride. Pride." I locked an arm around my other sister's neck, and she clinched me in a hug. Tears gushed from my eyes so fast I couldn't see. I buried my head in Sin's neck and wept uncontrollably. "I can't believe you're here. I can't believe it!"

We pressed our heads together and sobbed. My sisters. A fragment of home. Pieces of my soul. We'd shared a bond no one will ever understand. We'd suffered through so much and been separated against our will. I'd dreamed this would happen someday, but not so soon, not today.

"I never thought I'd find you."

After a few good squeezes, we separated to dry the mess we'd made of our faces. "You look so different." Sin's red hair draped in loose curls over her shoulders. Pride wore skinny jeans and a purple blouse with matching heels.

"I changed my name to Savannah," Sin said as she wiped her eyes.

"And I go by Jasmine," Pride said.

"I'm Tessa. Nice to meet you Savannah and Jasmine." We stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. I hugged my new sister Savannah, both of us half-laughing, half crying. I tugged my new sister Jasmine to my chest. "You look so beautiful."

Over her shoulder, I caught Rogan watching us, his eyes shimmering, and his smile beaming with satisfaction. I ran to him and jumped up. He caught me by my rear. "You did this? You found them? For me?"

"I did."

"Thank you, thank you. This is the best surprise ever!"

I slammed my lips to his, demonstrating my excitement and gratitude in a greedy kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, and I gobbled it up. The current between us zipped to life, still charged from our naughty plane ride. I'd never get enough of Rogan and his breathtaking body.

Please, Rogan. Carry me like this to the bedroom, tear off my clothes, and ravish me like you did on the jet.

"A-hem."

Rogan ignored the deep voice trying to get our attention, but I ripped my mouth from his and turned to see— oh my gosh, I totally forgot— Blaze and Diesel standing there. And my sisters… My sisters were here. I lowered my legs and slid down Rogan's big body, pretending not to notice the hard ridge abrading my belly.

"Uh." My sisters stared at me and Rogan with wide eyes and open mouths. Blaze and Diesel fidgeted and looked down. I don't think anyone expected me to jump his bones and mack out on him. But this is the new me, so now they knew. I'm going to be kissing Rogan a lot, so they'd better get used to it.

"Let's all go to dinner. Catch up." Rogan drew their attention from my bumbling.

"Yes. Good idea."

***

"I'm surprised Diesel and Yolanda didn't make it. They seemed so in love at the wedding," I said to Rogan as we walked into our new bedroom after dinner.

"I'm not surprised."

"What's this?" A miniature armoire sat on top of the dresser I had used at Rogan's place.

"A bigger box for your jewelry." In his hand, he held the box he'd given me before our trip. "This one fits inside it." He opened a drawer at the bottom of the large box and slipped the smaller one inside. I opened the slender, wooden doors. Empty necklace hooks hung on spinning panels covered in black velvet.

"It's extraordinary. It's like a standing jewelry box."

"If you fill this one up, I'll get you another one." He pointed to the space next to the box. "We use all the space on top of this dresser, I'll get you more dressers."

I laughed. "I don't think I'll need that many jewelry boxes. This one is enough for a lifetime of jewels."

He curled his arm around my back. "You have fun tonight with your sisters?"

I pressed my palms to his chest and flexed my fingers in his rigid pecs. "Yes. And I'm so happy for them. Savannah is happily married to one man. Jasmine has friends and plans for the future. And they both looked so pretty."

"Only had my eyes on one woman." He bent down and kissed me, the spark between us flared to life as his arm around my back drew me up against his body. He broke the kiss and looked at the bed. "This time I'm not tying you up. Want your hands on me."

"Wait. I… uh, want to talk about something. I mean, not that. I want my hands on you too, all of you. This happened so fast, I need to touch you slowly, so I can memorize every inch of you."

"Right then, here we go."

His arm scooped behind my knees, and he threw me on the bed. He landed on top of me and kissed me.

"Ermm…" My words garbled in his kiss. "Rgnnn…"

"What?"

"Savannah and I talked quite a bit tonight."

"Saw that."

"She confided in me she can't have kids. She and her husband have been trying for years."

"And…"

"And she wants to get Milo and the others out. She'll adopt them if she can."

He scrutinized my face. "Would you be okay with that?"

"All I care about is getting them out. Savannah was like a mother to us all before she left. I'd be happy for them if she adopted them, but I'd want to live close to her and to them."

"Five of them, right?"

"Mmm-hmm. Temperance is sixteen. She's probably doing most of the work right now. Hopefully, the sister wives are helping too." I did the math on my fingers. "Philander is thirteen. Mercy is nine." Rogan winced when he heard the bizarre names. "Heathen is eight and Milo is six."

"Alright. When the FBI breaks this case…"

"I want to meet with Lachlan Cutlass now."

He slid off me and propped up on one elbow to look at me. "Why?"

"He's spearheading the investigation into the Brotherhood."

"Right. And he's sucking at it. We don't need to wait for Cutlass. I'll take out your dad."

"No. If you kill him, someone else will take his place. The whole compound needs to be shut down. Families need to be relocated. It's not something bullets can fix."

"I'd only need one bullet." He winked at me.

"I know, but still... We need the FBI to speed it up."

"They can't rush in without evidence."

"I could go home. Get whatever eviden—"

"No. You're not going back there."

"Please."

"Fuck no."

He silenced me with a kiss and pressed his erection into my hip. He climbed on top of me again, but I pushed his shoulders back.

"Goddammit."

Okay, maybe now wasn't the best time. Rogan clearly didn't like his kisses interrupted.

"Taking my father down would be the sweetest revenge. You understand, right?"

"No one understands revenge better than me."

"Then let me meet with Lachlan."

"No."

"Ugh…"

"You're asking me to work with a man who went after my girl."

"He was undercover. And I wasn't your girl then."

He glared at the closed bedroom door, and his voice rasped. "Did he kiss you?"

I pressed my fingers to his cheek, forcing him to look me in the eye again. "He kissed my forehead."

A muscle twitched in his neck. "He touch you?"

"When I cried, he hug—"

"Why were you crying?"

"He took me to a show. Miss Saigon. Have you seen that? My gosh, I'd say skip it. Anyway, it's this love story about a soldier who never returns to her. I cried for you. I thought you were dead."

Rogan closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"But you're not dead." I pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled muscles and stark tattoos. His dog tags hung down on my chest, and I rolled the beads of the chain between my fingers. "You came back. A warm body attached to these tags." I coasted my hands along the sinews of his arms. "So beautiful. Mine to touch."

He smirked like he didn't deserve the compliment, but he did. The arch of his shoulders conveyed undiluted strength, yet he didn't carry himself with vanity. He regarded his body like a weapon to keep him alive and safe, not a work of art to be pondered and revered.

Within a few minutes, we were both naked. My hands explored every inch of him from feet to balls to hair.

He slid on a condom and entered me, my walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Fuck. So tight, babe."

I whimpered as Rogan swamped my awareness.

He flipped us so he was on his back, and my hair cascaded over his face. He did a sit up that raised us to sitting. I clutched his broad shoulders like a lifeline. He crossed his arms behind my back and impaled me on his rigid cock over and over. I clasped him tight as my orgasm engulfed me.

He groaned and buried his face in my chest as he came, and we held each other through the deluge. He lay back with me on top of him, my ear pressed against his chest. The steadfast tha-thump of his heart helped calm my breathing.

"I was lost. Couldn't breathe I was so far under water." His raspy voice rumbled low and rough. "Now I'm found. Feels so damn good to breathe fresh air."

I snuggled my forehead into the crook of his neck and blinked a tear onto his shoulder. Somehow, I'd given that to him. But he'd given so much to me too.

"I was invisible," I whispered. He drew his hand up and twined his fingers into my hair. "You saw me."

He kissed the top of my head and tugged on my hair. "I see you." His free hand caressed down my back and paused on my ass. "You're mine."

"Yes."

"No one touches you but me."

"Okay…"

"I'll make that clear to Cutlass when we meet with him."

"What?" I pushed up, and his lips curved into a sated smile.

"You want sweet revenge, I'll see to it."

My fingertips traced the stubble on his jaw. His face had taken on a mesmeric glow from our lovemaking. His lashes seemed thicker, his cheeks a ruddy red. He'd never looked more captivating.

"Thank you." I returned my cheek to his chest.

He tightened his arm around my lower back. "Ask Savannah and her husband how they'd feel about relocating to Boston."

"Really?"

"I saw a few properties up for sale in this neighborhood."

"You think we could do all that? Get the kids out, get them to Savannah, and have them live here by us?"

"We could."

"Wow. I'd love that."

"And we'll change their fucking names."

***

I woke enfolded in Rogan's arms, his hot chest warming my shoulders, and his hard shaft nudging my back. We must have shifted positions in the night. My legs petrified, and my breath froze in my throat.

Not my father. No need to panic. I squeezed my eyes shut. Not my father. Rogan. I love Rogan.

He jolted awake and recoiled to the other side of the bed.

"No. Stay." I reached behind me and tugged his leg, but he wouldn't budge.

"Tess…"

"Come back."

He inched his head closer but not his body.

"It's okay. You're Rogan. You're not him."

He rested his hand over my hip as he settled his frame against my back again, bending his legs so we fit together in a lazy zigzag, but careful not to touch me with his erection.

"I don't need to take you this way." His voice scraped with the roughness of sleep.

"I want it. Keep talking so I can hear your voice."

His breath feathered over my ear as his hand moved to cup beneath my breast. "You're safe with me. I love you. You're so strong. So brave."

He closed the distance between us, and his hard cock aligned between my ass cheeks. I took a deep breath and wiggled to let him know he was welcome there.

The bed tipped and his warmth tore away from my back.

"Please stay. Keep talking. I love this. I love you."

A condom pack ripped through my desperate pleas, and his solid form encompassed me from behind again. I raised a knee and rested it over his leg, opening myself to him. He moved one arm between my breasts, clasping my shoulder and pulling me close. His other hand guided his cock to my entrance.

As he pushed in, he cooed in my ear. "You're my Sunshine, my mermaid, my golden sapphire."

I gasped and blinked through unwanted tears as Rogan filled me. His fingers brushed miniscule swirls on my clit as his hard body undulated against my back. "I'm holding an angel in my arms. My angel. Like heaven being inside you."

I bent my neck, and his lips found my ear, tickling me from head to toe. We moved together for endless moments. The love between us was as visceral as the heat and sweat on our skin. I curled forward as a decadent orgasm wracked my body. He held me close and came with three quick breaths and a stiffening of his chest against my back. He didn’t grunt or groan, most likely being considerate of what my father might have done, but he didn’t need to be so cautious. Peace and security washed over me, coating me in an armor of confidence. Love had won an epic battle against fear, and it felt damn good.