Having It All by Kati Wilde

shudders. The next second she’s in my arms, burying her face against my chest. “You don’t have to do it,” she whispers and her tears soak into my shirt. “You don’t have to.”
    “I would have fucking liked to,” Red says, his voice hard and rough, and I don’t think he’s acting. He doesn’t resent that I did it, but he’d have liked to.
    I don’t say anything. There’s no hiding my satisfaction and I’ll let Landauer make of it what he will. He’s got his suspicions but he’s got his doubts, too. But there can be absolutely no doubt that it makes me damn happy to think about Reichmann dead.
    And this woman in my arms—she’s protecting me, even now. Having my back, even now. My back, her dad’s, and every one of my brothers. Crying against me, but so damn strong.
    “Anyway.” Landauer dons his hat. “I just wanted to let Miss Erickson know that Reichmann won’t be bothering her again.”
    She turns toward him, sniffling and shuddering and wiping her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
    Just fucking amazing.
    • • •
    Jenny
    I’m reading in the window seat when Saxon comes out of the shower with just a towel around his hips. God. I let my book fall to my lap and drink in all that thick, gleaming muscle and tanned skin. He went in to get his wounds checked out today and the bandages are smaller now. Just a patch against the side of his neck and a square over the worst part of his shoulder. His dark hair’s still damp. He doesn’t have it pulled back, and the ends fall even with his strong jaw. For now, he’s been shaving instead of growing his beard back, and I can’t decide which I love more. He looks big and mean and sexy either way—and all mine.
    I’m about to get in so much trouble.
    I come up off the seat. “So are you taking off now?”
    “Taking off?” He stops in front of the closet. His gaze slides down over my tank and sleep shorts, and a hot shiver races across my skin. “Where?”
    “Back to your place, I guess. Since I don’t need protection anymore and that’s the only reason you’re here.”
    Dark blue eyes shoot up to meet mine. His face is like granite and he’s got that old look in his eyes, the one that says it’ll be dangerous to take another step.
    So I step closer. “But I suppose there’s probably a bunch of other girls now who might want your protection. Especially since you apparently have this need to go around saving girls in trouble. But I’m not in trouble anymore, so…”
    I trail off with a shrug. I’m close enough now to feel his warmth, to breathe in the clean soapy smell of him. His eyes are still locked on my face.
    His voice is rough. “I told you I liked your pussy, princess.”
    “So you’re going to stay for that?”
    “Fuck, yeah, I am.”
    All at once his strong arm snags around my waist and he hauls me up against his broad chest, striding toward the bed. He tosses me into the middle and comes after me, catching my ankles as I scramble back. Excitement sizzles every nerve. The friction of the sheet against my skin is a warm burn when he drags me toward him again.
    “And because this is all mine now. This bed. My place here with you.” Hard fingers rip my shorts and panties down my legs. “And especially this sweet pussy. So, yeah, I’m going straight to my place.”
    His hands grip my knees and spread them wide, pinning them to the bed. Oh, my God. I’m displayed like a butterfly and his head lowers without hesitation, licking a slow path from my entrance to my clit. His hot mouth closes over that aching bud of flesh and sucks hard.
    I scream, my hips bucking. He growls and goes for another slow taste followed by a rough lick, lashing his tongue over my clit. It’s so good, too good, I almost can’t bear it and then almost cry when he lifts his head.
    “So wet. You want my cock, Jenny? Isn’t that what you’re here for—my big cock?”
    Filling me. Because I’m empty and aching. “Yes. God, yes.”
    “Get on