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He eases out of my grip, his lips brushing against mine softly before he stands. “Rest. I’ll be right back.”

My eyes follow Brose as he swaggers, bare-ass naked, down the hall to his room. Damn, he’s got a nice muscled butt. Totally quarter-bounce worthy.

A minute later, Brose returns with a wet washcloth in his hand. He kneels beside me, his free hand settling on my thigh. I try to take the washcloth from him, but he pulls it out of my reach with the shake of his head.

“I clean my own messes, darlin’. Drop your legs open for me.”

Shyly, I widen my legs, not used to being taken care of.

A soft rumble of approval vibrates in his chest as he stares at my pussy. “Seeing my cum drip out of you is the sexist thing I’ve seen.”

Gently, he runs the warm washcloth through my folds, cleaning me. My chest tightens like my heart is expanding as I watch him tenderly take care of me.

When he’s finished, he runs his fingers over my cheek. “Would you like to shower? Or maybe I can run you a bath?”

“Or maybe we can get more dirty while getting cleaned up,” I tease with a wink.

The heat in his gaze has me flushing.

“Are you sure you want it again? I’m more than willing to fuck you into tomorrow, but I don’t want you hurting.”

Teasing him further, I nip at his lips. “I can handle whatever you want to give me, Mountain Man.”

Brose swiftly gathers me in his arms before throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle at his enthusiasm as he hauls me off to the primary bathroom.

“Whatever my woman wants, my woman gets.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

AMBROSE

Loud pounding has my eyes springing open first thing in the morning.

“The fuck?” I mutter, sitting up in bed and trying to find my bearings.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It’s nearly five in the morning. The sun has not yet risen, shading the bedroom in darkness. The only light in the room comes from the bathroom nightlight on the wall.

Beside me, Aspen stirs in her sleep. With her eyes still closed, her brows knit together. It’s fair to assume she’s not pleased at being awakened soon after we passed out from exhaustion. Good sex will do that to you.

She looks damn good with her sex-tussled hair fanned out across the pillow and the sheet hugging the outline of her killer body. The swell of her breasts peek out from the top of the bed linen, tempting me to tug it down and suck one of those dusky pink peaks into my mouth.

While I contemplate rousing her awake to make love to her all over again, the pounding returns, this time more urgent. The annoying banging is coming from the front door.

Who the fuck is here at this hour in the morning? Has the storm even ended?

The sound of rain tapping on my metal roof would say it’s died down some, but not by much.

Pulling away from Aspen’s tempting body, I grab my sweats off the floor and tug them on.

“Where are you going?” Aspen asks, her sleepy voice barely a murmur.

“I’m going to check what’s going on at the front door.” I tuck her in, kissing her forehead before breathing her in.

Damn, she smells good. A mix of me and her natural floral scent.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Mmm,” she hums in her sleepy state as I slip out of the room.