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came to sexual
conduct with the club members were simple. She didn’t want foreplay, she didn’t
want to be kissed or held; she had only wanted to be fucked. And she had
enforced those demands herself. Because they made her weak. They made her want.
And Jared knew he made her want those things she could never have more than
others.
    And now she was here. A part of his
home, of his life. He had no choice but to stay close to her, to protect her,
and to shield her from the plant Madison had placed within his home to watch
Kimberly and to report any sexual misconduct.
    He shifted uncomfortably as he
leaned against the wide post, wishing he could ease the pressure in his jeans
just a bit. His erection was killing him. Walking away from Kimberly was the
hardest thing he had ever done in his life, but God help him, he was dying for
her.
    “You can have me…like Sax…” The
words whispered through his mind as his eyes closed in tormented desire.
    Like Sax. He could have her anally.
    Fury pulsed inside him as he
clenched his teeth against the need to have all of her. He wanted everything,
and the fact that he couldn’t fight the shield placed between them enraged him.
    He could fight another man, or any
danger that raised its head to threaten her. He could seduce her, if it was
only her stubbornness, out-argue her if it was her anger holding them apart.
But it was something out of their control. Something that would destroy her if
he forced her to choose.
    So he had to choose. Because he
couldn’t bear the pain he saw in her eyes, and the need he felt shuddering
through her body. He couldn’t still the need to hold her, to show her, if only
with his touch, the love he had for her. A love he knew would destroy him eventually,
because he couldn’t fully have her. Not now. Not ever.
    “You’re not here to advise me on
this one, Dad,” he whispered as he stared into the mountains his father so
loved.
    He missed the man whose advice he
had so come to rely on throughout his adult years. His death, five years
before, had left a hollow spot in his soul that echoed with regret in times
like this.
    His father had raised him with
solid values, with a sense of family and honor, one he refused to break now.
Fact was fact. He couldn’t fully possess the woman he loved with every beat of
his heart, but he could give her a time without pressure, without demands. A
time to hold to their hearts in the long, lonely years that would come.
    He lowered his head, his hands
gripping his forearms as he crossed them over his chest and nudged at the side
of the support post with the toe of his boot. There was nothing else he could
do.
    “You know, it’s not real bright to
stand in full view like that when you could possibly have a terrorist or other
unknown assailant waiting to pop your ass.”
    He grinned as Kimberly spoke from
the back door, her voice irritated and still shadowed with arousal. He wondered
if she knew how that husky little sound made him crazy to fuck her.
    He turned, glancing back as she
stepped outside, watching him warily.
    “Sorry, some days my control is not
what I would want it to be,” he grunted with an edge of self-mockery. “So much
for my Trojan status, huh?”
    “The Trojans.” She shook her head
at the title that had been given to the eight men that Stanton’s wife had
identified as being part of the exclusive men’s club. “I imagine you’re more
like them than either of us wants to admit to right now. But it doesn’t change
the fact that you aren’t indestructible. You shouldn’t be out in the open like
this.”
    “My neck’s not itching. I’m not
worried,” he told her, wondering at the pleasure that just the sight of her
brought him.
    He wanted to see her clothed in
nothing but moonlight, reaching for him, her body shimmering with moisture, her
eyes glazed with need. His hunger for just that rocked him to the very core of
his being.
    “Oh Lord, another man whose neck
itches,” she grumped.