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He was exhausted.

Reaper never wanted to have a repeat of the last couple of days again.

He was extremely disappointed in himself and needed to be more vigilant.

At this point, he was done going to Ohio. He might even have to forego going to Pittsburgh.

Especially since he’d been kneecapped by the loss of his goddamn weapon.

But for tonight, he was done talking about it or even thinking about it. He wanted to take his mind off what happened. And he knew of one good way to do that.

A second after he parked his Bronco, headlights swept through the truck’s interior as Vi pulled her badass customized Toyota 4Runner next to him in front of his cabin.

He sat in his Ford, for some reason unable to move.

Then the woman he thought he might never see again, never touch again, never kiss or fuck again, was standing at his driver’s side door staring at him, concern creasing her forehead. “Are you getting out?”

He wanted to tell her no, he didn’t want to, that he needed time to himself. However, he wasn’t a little bitch and he needed to get over this feeling of failure.

More importantly, he wanted her. Needed her. Needed to feel her against him.

Fucking her would be the confirmation he needed that he’d survived that clusterfuck.

Some men might consider Vi “hard” and not at all feminine. But her lips were soft, her skin warm, and her pussy hot.

She was also the kind of woman who ran toward danger instead of away from it. And that was a huge turn-on for him.

When he climbed out of his Bronco, she asked, “Are you okay?”

“I am now.”

“What does that mean?”

Instead of answering her, he showed her instead. Grabbing her upper arms, he twisted her around and pressed her into the side of the Bronco while taking her mouth.

She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts into his chest.

It was then he realized how much he’d missed this in the last few days since going out to Ohio by himself. In the past couple of months, it had been the only time Vi hadn’t slept by his side. And damn, he had hated every second of it.

He liked her there. She belonged there.

When it came to any other woman, he’d be ready to kick her ass out of his bed after a weekend.

Not Vi.

Their relationship simply worked. They professionally and personally clicked.

It could be because they were both independent and both focused on righting the world’s wrongs.

His tongue danced with hers as his fingers worked their way into her hair, loosening her ponytail.

After a minute, he reluctantly ended the kiss, but pressed his forehead against hers. “We need to go inside.”

“I’d say.” She cupped his hard as fuck dick. “After everything that happened, are you sure you’re up for it?”

“I’ll manage.”

She snort-laughed. “Oorah.”