And in the orgasm, I knew what I needed. I needed Emory, his strong arms, the way he controlled and worked me, the way he could so easily tip me over the edge and make me come. But more than that, I needed his protectiveness, his amazing smile, everything about him.

As my orgasm finished, I bent over again, pressing my ass against him. “Come inside me,” I gasped. “Fuck me hard, Emory.”

He grinned and fucked me deeper, harder, his body thrusting against mine. The cool slap of his skin against mine sent chills all over me as he groaned and grunted his pleasure, working me and fucking me hard.

And then I watched him tense, his face locked in a blissful look. I could feel him coming deep inside me, his cock spurting its pleasure deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his orgasm slowly passed and he rocked slower and slower in and out of me. “Fuck, Tara.”

He pulled himself out and leaned against the wall next to me, panting. I pressed myself up against him as I sweated, and he wrapped his strong arms around me.

“I really, really needed that,” I said.

“I know you did.”

He grinned at me and I gave him a look. “We should get back out there, relieve Travis of his duty.”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “In a minute.”

I nodded, not wanting to move either. I stayed there in his arms, feeling safe, comfortable, warm.

But most importantly, feeling something at all.

Emory made me feel something, took the numbness away with his strength, and I knew that was more important than anything else.

24

Emory

I began to get dressed, relaxation running through my body.

I hadn’t been able to stop myself. As soon as Travis pulled up, I followed Tara back into the rest stop bathroom, desire rolling through my core. After what had happened, I needed her, couldn’t risk waiting another second.

She was going to pretend like she didn’t need me just as much, but we both knew the truth. She couldn’t turn me down as much as I couldn’t turn away from her. The attraction between us was intense, powerful, drawing me ever deeper into her.

She smiled at me as I pulled my pants on. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I grunted, realizing I had been staring at her. “You have something hanging out of your pants.”

“What?” She looked down at herself. “Oh shit. I forgot about this.” She pulled a little business card from her pocket. It had been hanging slightly out, just so that I could see the white tip.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Business card. I found it on the body of one of the guys.”

“Let me see.” I reached out and she handed it to me.

“I meant to tell you sooner, but I forgot in all the excitement. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You did good finding it.”

I studied the card. It was pretty plain, with only a man’s name on it, a company, and his contact information.

“Donald Richardson,” I read out loud. “Works for Atomic Contracting.” I looked at her, frowning. “I’m not sure what this means.”

She looked surprised. “I do actually.”

I cocked my head at her. “You recognize this guy’s name?”

“Not the name, but the company. They supply parts for nuclear power plants.”

Something clicked inside me, something I didn’t even realize I’d been thinking about.

“How do you know that?” I asked her.

“My dad works with them a lot. He’s something of a middle man, hooking up contractors to local nuclear power plants, mostly in Michigan.”

“Fuck,” I said, the plot falling into place all around me. “Your dad works for nuclear power plants?”

“Not just that,” she said. “Power stations all over the place, but yeah, he does nuclear power too.”

This was it. This was the reason Omar and his people were here. This was the reason they were targeting Tara and her family.

It was a fucking coincidence. Omar could have gone after any of the employees who did Roger Bright’s job, but they decided to target him because of me. They must have seen how it could benefit them: Not only would they get to go after the nuclear power plant, but they’d also get some revenge on me.

How could I have been so fucking stupid? I’d done a background on Tara’s family and seen that her dad worked in the energy sector, but I hadn’t delved any further into his job. I just hadn’t thought it was important. I was so focused on my own relationship with Omar, so convinced that the whole thing was just a personal attack on me, that I had missed this.

I’d missed the obvious. Omar wanted Tara’s father to help them attack a nuclear power plant.

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