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She was moaning, panting as she tugged on his hair, guiding
him to that sweet little clit, and he greedily followed, sucking it into his
mouth as he batted it with his tongue and fucked her with his fingers. She
screamed, her back arching off the bed, and he continued his ministrations,
wringing every last spasm out of her. When she finally collapsed, boneless, he
crawled up her body, kissing her tummy, her breasts, lingering a little while
before continuing up to her mouth. He lifted her knee, hooking it on his hip,
and thrust into her with one powerful move. He groaned. She trembled, reaching
for him and pulling him to her.

He made love to her like that, holding her knee as he
plunged into her, murmuring against her lips. He wasn’t sure what he was saying
or if it even made any sense. All he could think was
don’t leave me
.

“I love you,” he breathed, then took her mouth in a searing
kiss. He didn’t give her an opportunity to say those words back to him because
he didn’t want to be disappointed when she didn’t. Xan was leaving, and she was
distancing herself from him. If that was what she needed to do to help her
through this, then he’d allow that. But nothing would ever change how he felt
about her.

He grabbed her hips, angling her so he could take her
deeper, harder. Fuck, he was close. He could feel his balls getting tighter as
he pounded into her, her cries cheering him on.

Then she pushed against his shoulders, startling him. “Xan?”
he panted.

She didn’t answer, only pushed him over and straddled him.
“Fuck, baby.” She started riding him hard and he was in heaven.

He grabbed her hips, bent his knees and thrust up into her
each time she came down. Her breasts shook, calling him, so he answered. He sat
up and drew one nipple into his mouth, leaving his hands on her hips to help
guide her as she led them both to ecstasy. She cried out, her pussy milking
him, and his mouth tore away from her breast on a roar as he came with her.

When they both drifted back down from the euphoria of their
lovemaking, he’d realized that he’d wrapped his arms around her, holding her
tightly to him, and she’d done the same, her head buried in the crook of his
neck. A slight hitch in her breathing gave away the fact she was trying not to
cry, and that crushed him.

She didn’t want to leave just like he didn’t want her to.
But they didn’t have a choice. Sometimes life was just fucked-up.

He spent the night in her arms, wondering how he’d go back
to the life he had before she drove into this town. Well, technically, he towed
her into this town, but the effect was the same. He loved her, would always
love and worry for her. As she lay in his arms, breathing softly in her sleep,
he thought about the first day they’d met, and he knew he wanted to do
something special for her before she left. Just a little something to show how
much he loved her and cared about her safety.

Because all he really wanted to do was keep her.

And he’d have to let her go.

* * * * *

Xan was miserable. She’d been packing the last several days
so she’d be ready when Jack came calling to tear this life away from her. And
she hadn’t gotten much help out of Scott, either. Oh, he’d packed a little.
Very little. He dragged his feet around here as if he were waiting to be put on
death row or something. He knew the drill.

Maybe that was his problem. She knew the drill, too. Knew
that this would be a never-ending cycle for them. So she hadn’t bitched at him
to hurry up. His days were numbered here, and he wanted to spend them hanging
out with Chad and Malorie. And she totally understood that because she’d love
nothing more than to spend every waking and sleeping moment molded to Brody.

She was in love with him, and she couldn’t even tell him.
She’d had so many opportunities, but she’d hoped if she didn’t spill her
feelings maybe Brody would move on after she was gone. She knew
she
would never move on, but she realized that loving someone meant you wanted what
was best for them. And she didn’t want Brody pining away for her. So she’d kept
him at arm’s length from her. Just far enough away to build up walls, but just
close enough to pull him back every now and then. She wasn’t trying to toy with
him. She really wasn’t, but letting someone go was tough. And she was hurting.

Groaning at the reality of her life, she grabbed more
packing tape and stood from where she’d been sitting on the floor, going
through a few knickknacks, and headed to the kitchen for some water. She heard
a car pulling into her driveway and what sounded like a couple of trucks. “What
the hell?” she muttered. She put the packing tape on the counter, walked into
the living room, then peeked through the blinds. She saw Brody, and her heart
did a little flip-flop. God, she loved it when he left his hair down.

She nervously smoothed her own hair and blew into her hand,
testing her breath, before opening the door and walking out. She frowned when
she saw Bear’s truck parked behind Brody’s truck and noticed someone else
parked on the other side of his truck. Bear waved as he climbed into the
passenger seat and noticed Blade sitting on the passenger side. He wiggled his
fingers and winked at her as Bear backed out and drove off.

“Where’re they going?” Xan asked as she walked over to
Brody.

“Blade drove my truck over here.” He took her hand and
tugged, pulling her along with him. “I have something for you.”

When they rounded the front end of Brody’s truck, Xan gasped
as she stared at the brand new Honda Accord. “What’s this?” she asked, knowing
how stupid the question sounded but not knowing what else to say.

“Your new Bertha.”

She looked up at him too shocked to speak.

“You once told me that if you could have any car you wanted,
you’d pick an Accord. Well, I hate the idea of you driving around in that piece
of shit.” He took a deep breath, briefly shutting his eyes. “And if I’m not
going to be around to fix it for you, I want you to have something dependable.”

This was the nicest, most generous thing anybody had ever
done for her. Ever. And she felt her throat tightening, her eyes itching, as
she looked up at him. “Brody.” Her voice cracked, so she covered her mouth,
trying to stifle the sob that was building. “I-I can’t accept this.”

“Shh.” He stepped up to her, rubbing her back. “Don’t cry,
baby. I’ve been teetering on my own feelings these last couple of weeks.” He
chuckled, making light of his words, but he squeezed her tighter to him, betraying
his true feelings. “You need a new car. I’m not taking it back. Besides, I got
it on sale, so I can’t take it back even if I wanted to.”

She tried to control the hitching in her breath. She really
did. But as she tried swallowing back her tears, the sobs built and rushed from
her. She broke down, holding on to him, crying her broken heart out.

“I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you. I-I love
you, Brody. I love you so much, and I can’t stand the idea of never seeing you
again.”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed. holding her, rocking her. “I love
you too.”

“Maybe, maybe, we can work something out?” She didn’t care
if she sounded as needy as she felt.

He pulled away from her, gently rubbing his thumbs along her
cheeks, wiping away her tears. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”

“What I want doesn’t matter though. I have to leave.”

He brushed her hair off her cheek. “I talked to Gage
yesterday, and after he made a bunch of calls, he was finally able to do just
that. Now the big dogs over there aren’t happy about this alternative and will
strongly suggest you not go along with it, but the only people here who know he
was undercover are the guys at the shop. The feds have
reluctantly
agreed
to keep him here if you insist on staying. Once he convinced them that it was a
genuine possibility and they bitched about how fucking dangerous this is for
you, they really didn’t have any other choice but to keep Gage here, especially
since I’m the one who actually pulled the trigger and Collins’ father might come
sniffing around. Gage will be working with Jack Parsons to coordinate your
safety.”

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. “I-I don’t know what to
say.” She shook her head trying to process this.

“Now listen, baby. They said it’ll be really dangerous if
you decide to do this because you’d have to move to another location and pretend
as if you weren’t under their protection anymore. All other agents who worked
the case would also be under that impression. Gage will go deep cover. Everyone
except those I mentioned already and a select few will think he’s decided to
quit.”

“You mean I, Scott, we get to stay here?”

He smiled crookedly at her, leaning down to brush his lips
against her. “Well, not here.” He pointed to her house. “You’ll have to move in
with me. You know, for protection and all.”

Move in with Brody? Oh, she could definitely do that. “Why
didn’t you just come right out and tell me I could stay?” She tried to sound
irritated, but failed miserably. She was too damn excited.

“I didn’t want to presume anything.” He shook his head as if
he hated thinking that way. “Come look at your new car, baby.” He pulled her
behind him, acting like a kid on Christmas.

“If I’m staying, I don’t need the car,” she said jokingly.

He looked back at her, frowning. “I bought it before talking
to Gage, and I told you, I’m not taking it back.”

She felt light, free, excited about this wonderful turn of
events, and she practically bounced behind him as he opened the driver side
door for her. She slid into her new car, grinning wildly, and took a deep
breath to inhale the new-car smell that had evaded her for too many years.

Her nose wrinkled. “What’s that… Is that
vanilla
?”

Brody shrugged innocently before swooping down and kissing
her hard.

No more moving? Getting to live her life with the man she
loved? Yeah, her life was definitely looking up.

From the sweet stories of first young love to the hot, hot,
hot erotic stories and everything in between, Mandy loves to read and write
about romance. She dabbled in writing throughout adolescence and justified
studying it in college under that wonderful umbrella of liberal arts. Living in
Arkansas, she figured writing was a dream and not a career, so when she went
back to get her master’s degree, she studied business. It wasn’t until she was
staying up late to write—after working full-time, spending time with the
family, and studying mind-numbing business nonsense—that she realized something
had to give. The love of writing prevailed. She still lives in Arkansas with a
few classes shy of an MBA, but now with more time to submerge herself in her
craft.

Mandy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
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