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#30: Show Me

~Colt~ Emma lies back on the mussed bed, her eyes misty and full of love, her lips softly pouting, her breasts ripe. I’ve never seen her look so beautiful, and my cock is screaming at me for relief. But I palm her belly and wait for her answer, breath held. A primal urge way beyond sex fills my veins. Because I can finally see that she is pregnant? Unlike the last time I’ve laid eyes on her, there is no denying it now. I can’t stop touching her bump, can’t resist the need to press my lips against our child. The baby is months from birth, and I already love our little one. Would gladly lay down my life to keep him or her safe. That blows my mind. I’ve never wanted to ever become a father. After a shitty role model like mine, what sort of lousy-ass excuse for a dad would I be? I’ve always refused to put a kid through the hell I’ve endured to find out. But somehow, learning that Emma is pregnant has changed everything. And during my long two months in Mexico hunting that violent mo

#31: I Want To Show You

~Colt~ Her smile merely widens, then she drags her lips down to my pecs, nipping at the flat discs of my nipples as her teasing fingers swirl around my abs, play in my navel, then toy with the button on my pants. “You’re overdressed.” Holy shit, she is raising my blood pressure. “Couldn’t agree more.” I shuck everything I wear in record time. My cock aches for her, and I resist the urge to lead her hand down. I want to see how bold she will get on her own because I am definitely enjoying this. Not that it will last. I love seducing my pretty girl and making her blush too much to give that up. “Think I won’t show you?” Her smile is almost smug as she bends her head and flattens her tongue across my nipples. At the same time, her fingers stop their idle wandering and wrap around my cock with a squeeze. I hiss at the dual jolts of sensation, then mutter a thick curse when her thumb skims over the sensitive head in a barely there brush and her fist bumps the ridge under my crown.

#32: The Colonel Needs Me

~Emma~An hour after Sunday services, I float on cloud nine as I chat with some of Daddy’s parishioners who have come to our house from the seniors’ Bible study group for a luncheon. After a nice honey ham and potato salad, I’ve cleared the dishes away and fired up the coffeepot. But a couple of the ladies bustle into the kitchen to join me.“Can I get you something, Mrs. Rogers? Mrs. Lloyd?”“No, dear.” Betty Rogers bustles closer, the string of pearls around her neck gleaming as brightly as her blue eyes. “We’re here to help you.”Emma Lloyd nods and reaches for the coffee pot, despite her arthritis. “You should be sitting more. Don’t want to get too tired before the baby comes.”I smile at them both. Contrary to my fears, most of the members of the church have been lovely and accepting since learning that I am pregnant. All those fears about disappointing everyone and running off Daddy’s parishioners have been unfounded. Sure, a few seem a tad dismayed, but mostly that Sawyer

#33: Serial Killer

~Colt~Son of a bitch.I park my Jeep in front of the address Colonel Gideon Kane has given me and scowl. What the hell is this place?The colonel steps outside, face grim. “You’re late.”“I didn’t know you were way the fuck out here. I was up in Sunset.”The older man grunts. “Thanks for coming. You clean up good. What’s with the suit? You go to church?”“No. I was supposed to be proposing to my girl right now.”Gideon has the good grace to wince. “Shit. Sorry. I wouldn’t have called–”“If it wasn’t an emergency, I know. What’s up?”He nods. “Come on in.”I step inside a building that looks like part of a light industrial complex circa 1977. But inside, everything is modern as fuck. Banks of computers line two walls. A tall metal table scattered with folders and papers dominates the space in the middle. Clustered around one monitor stand two men, one with dark hair that holds a little bit of salt, the other with short blond stubble. I don’t immediately recognize either.Th

#34: Not The Best Idea

~Emma~I breathe into the blessed silence filling the house. Finally, the never-ending Bible study luncheon has concluded and people head out. Jennifer and Daddy decide to go to a nearby Mexican food place for an early dinner. They’ve invited me along, but they need time alone, too. With all my father’s heart issues, which thankfully seem to be stabilizing, they’ve been through some tough times.Besides, this gives me an opportunity to fix my face before Colt returns to ask Daddy for my hand. I am nervous as all get-out.What if he says no? His blessing isn’t a given…Then I’ll have to chart my own path. It will be nice if Daddy accepts my choice of husband and gives his approval. If he refuses, it will break my heart to defy my father, but for Colt – for our love – I will.As I finish up the dishes from this afternoon’s luncheon and start the dishwasher, my phone rings. When I scan the screen, I smile. It does my heart good to see Colt’s name pop up. For months, I’ve tried not t

#35: I Owe You

~Colt~I saunter through the dimly lit restaurant toward the exit with a roll of my eyes. I would have already been in my Jeep and gone if one of the waitresses hadn’t spotted me leaving alone, tried to rub up against me, batted her lashes so fast I’m shocked she hasn’t taken flight, and pressed her phone number in my hand.I toss it into the trash bin behind the hostess stand, not giving two shits if she sees. Despite her obvious cleavage and musky perfume, I’m not interested in the least.The only woman I want is Emma Grant.We’ve been through so fucking much together. Ups, downs, miscommunications, lies, injuries, separations, saboteurs like Sawyer, and hell, even a whole damn town. I’ve had to fight her family, her religion, her perception, and her fears… But I’ve soldiered on because she belongs in my home, in my bed, wearing my ring, and carrying my babies.Now the only thing that stands between me and that future is for one man to say yes.I don’t delude myself. That bles

#36: It's A Trap

~Emma~My shoulders ache from my hands being zip-tied behind my back for hours. I shift on the hard metal chair in the abandoned repair shop and study the woman who has abducted me. Clara, she calls herself when she mutters out loud. She clearly hasn’t thought this plan through. I suspect the woman’s grief has overwhelmed her mental state, because she’s been acting frantic and half-crazy for hours.Clara’s bony fingers grip my phone. I wish I could snatch it back, at least long enough to tell everyone where I am and that I am all right. I hate to think about Colt and Daddy both worried sick. Instead, the woman clutches the device in her hand and paces.“I simply have to call that cabrón and lure him in. His number is here.” She holds up my cell. “Why am I waiting?” Seemingly to find her courage.I am trying to hang on to mine. The good news is, Clara Salazar appears to be working alone. I’ve seen no hint of accomplices or heavies or anyone else who wishes me harm. Apparently the c

#37: Not Yet

~Emma~ That is it? He is giving up? Sacrificing his life for mine? Colt has felled enemy combatants and torn through armies, and he is going to simply let this unhinged woman put a bullet in his brain? I struggle and squeal, to no avail. “Toss your gun over there.” Clara points toward the swampy darkness, away from the warehouse. “Far away.” Colt doesn’t hesitate, just chucks it into the abyss. “Now what?” “That pole over there. I prepared it for you.” Clara gestures with a bob of her head. “Go. There are handcuffs on the ground. Put your arms around the pole and cuff yourself to it.” No matter how I screech or struggle, Colt does exactly as he is told, and the click of the handcuffs as he dooms himself to death is a stab to my heart. Horror sweeps through me. It can’t end this way. I will not let it, damn it. I try to catch Colt’s gaze, but he seems to look right through me. “Now let her go.”

#38: Blessing

~Colt~I rub my sweaty hands together, swallow, then lift my fist and do one of the most terrifying things in my life.I knock on Reverend Silas Grant’s quaint blue front door.If this doesn’t go well, I am fucked.Interminable moments pass before I hear footsteps across the hardwood floor, then the door swings open. The preacher stands expectantly with a blank expression. He is just shy of medium height and medium build with kind eyes and a guarded smile. I feel as if I eclipse the man.“Yes?”This is it. Now or never. Make or break.Time to find your manners, asshole. You remember those?Blowing out a breath, I stick out my hand. “Hi, sir. We haven’t met yet, which is a mistake I’m here to rectify. Colt Whitaker.”The instant I speak my name, the preacher’s face closes up. The man eyes me from the collar of my leather jacket to the tattoos peeking above the buttons of my shirt and down to the hard tips of my combat boots.Fuck. The suit that got ruined last night would hav

#39: My Mission

~Colt~Emma’s father is silent for so long I start to sweat. But I force myself to remain still, regulate my breathing, mute my panic, and meet the man’s direct gaze.“I know nothing about you, your character, your family, or your faith. How can you expect me to simply hand over my only daughter, whom I love with all my heart, to a stranger?”I’ve thought about this. “I could answer in one of two ways. Strictly being matter of fact? I’m here as a favor to you. I’ll do or say whatever it takes to make Emma my wife. I will never stop, never tire, and never give up. I want a life with love and laughter, compassion, and a reason to come home after what often feels like war. Emma wants that, too. With me. If you make her choose…not to be harsh, but you won’t win. So I’m here apologizing and willing to get down on one knee to ask for her hand. Mostly for her sake. But for yours, too.”The preacher doesn’t like that answer. “And if I refuse, would you take her from me?”“Do you want her

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