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I’ve taken a ‘wife’.” He dragged a hand down his face. “Fuck.”
    “Why would he want to hurt me? He doesn’t even know me.”
    “Your being with me makes you a target,” he said, his jaw clenching. “The Johnson brothers murdered a family of five in Texas and then burned down a nearby church. I caught up to them in Kansas and there was a gunfight. I killed Bart Johnson.”
    “Deke’s brother,” she said, her amber eyes studying him.
    He nodded. “Deke got away. A year ago, he set me up with the help of a lying whore and it damn near cost me my life.”
    “No wonder you were so angry when you thought he had sent me to the ranch.” She reached out to touch the scar that ran along his cheek. “Did he do this?”
    “He was going for my throat.” Thankfully, he’d had enough strength left after having been beaten and stabbed twice to twist away from the final thrust of his blade.
    She looked ready to cry.
    “Don’t,” he told her. “I don’t want your pity, Brianna. I just need you to understand how dangerous this situation is. Deke is coming for me.”
    “Then you should leave.”
    “I’m not running,” he said angrily. “Hell, I’m waiting for the bastard to come for me. One way or another it’ll be over. And I don’t want you here when that happens.”
    Her smile faltered. “I didn’t know. I never meant to cause you more trouble. I just wanted to stay at the ranch – with you.”
    His expression softened. He hadn’t meant to be so hard on her, but she had to know how serious the situation was. “Darlin’,” he said, dragging her up against him, “trouble should be your middle name.” He covered her mouth with his, doing what he’d ached to do since she’d walked out of his bedroom with his clothes, rolled and cuffed, lying against those sweet womanly curves.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. Lord help him, but he liked this modern day female. Her spunk. Her determination. And, most of all, the depth of her passion that she wasn’t the least bit afraid to share with him.
    “We need to get home,” he said with a groan. When what he really wanted to do was rip his clothes from her body and take her hard in the back of the wagon, shoving his hard, pulsing cock into the tight sheathe of her pussy.
    As if sensing his need, Brianna turned, her fingers working to free his rigid flesh from the confines of his jeans.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
    “Making up for nearly getting you shot in town,” she answered with a grin as her fingers curled around his cock.
    The muscles in his thighs went rock hard and his head dropped back with a groan. “Damn.”
    “Is that damn in a good way?” she asked as she stroked his steely length. “Or a bad way?”
    Before he could reply, she lowered her head and ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock.
    “Good,” he growled through clenched teeth. “Definitely good.”
    She took him deep in her mouth, her long hair spreading across his thighs like a curtain of silk.
    He buried his fingers in those long, silken strands, his hips bucking. “Brianna...”
    “That’s right, Jake,” she said, her breath caressing his straining flesh. “I want you to know who’s fucking you with her mouth.”
    And she did. Fast. Hard. Sucking him like he’d never been sucked before.
    To hell with getting back to the ranch anytime soon. Dropping the reins, he thrust into her sweet mouth once more and then lifted her away until she stood between his parted thighs. The horses knew their way home.
    “Take your pants off,” he rasped.
    “They’re yours,” she reminded him saucily.
    “So are you,” he muttered as he yanked the too-big pants down and thrust a finger inside her.
    Brianna cried out, her thighs clenching against his hand.
    “So wet.” He drew her to him and helped her shake a leg free of his pants. Then he groaned as she moved to