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God help him, he prayed. Please God, don’t let that bastard rape her. He felt his skin breaking beneath the ropes, felt the moisture of his own blood and couldn’t stop.

He had to get free. He had to help her. Becca would never survive such brutality.

Jacob had called in the State boys. Jackson knew that. How Jacob knew what the hell was going on Jackson didn’t know, but he knew help was coming. He just had to distract him, had to delay him.

“Lawrence, you don’t want to do this,” he screamed out again as Becca flinched, her eyes dazed as Todd’s mouth moved between her naked, helpless thighs.

Lawrence stopped, turned his head back to sneer at Jackson.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she, Jackson?” he called out. “Our little Rebecca gets so hot and wet when you’re eating her tight pussy. Does she beg you like she used to beg me?”

A red haze of rage went over Jackson at those words.

Becca mouthed the word “no,” repeated it over and over, as though she needed to deny his claim.

“Only a fool takes an unwilling woman, Todd.” He fought to hold the other man’s attention. “You know Becca, man. She’ll kill you when she gets free. And if she doesn’t, then by God I will.”

“Rebecca!” Lawrence screamed as he came to his feet. “Her name is Rebecca, you stupid sheep fucker. She’s not a pokey hick Becca.”

“Then Rebecca will kill you,” he snarled bitterly. “Your ego is making an ass of you, Lawrence. She doesn’t want you.”

Lawrence glanced down at Becca’s bound body, watching her struggle as Jackson fought to get free.

“Doesn’t matter,” he sneered. “I’ll take her anyway and you’ll watch. Watch as I fuck her and as I kill her. And you’ll die knowing I was the last man to have her. That I took back what belonged to me.”

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“No. Stop.” Jackson’s lips curled back from his teeth as Lawrence went to his knees again, his mouth latching onto the flesh between Becca’s thighs as she screamed out in pain.

The sound tore through him like a thousand blades. Her eyes closed as she strained against the ropes, fighting like a demon, demented, unable to accept what was happening to her.

“I love you, Becca!” He screamed out the vow as he fought his own ropes. “I love you, baby.”

He screamed out her name again, struggling, fighting the ropes as terror lit a fury inside his soul that threatened to drive him insane. He screamed out Lawrence’s name again, heaving against the ropes that restrained him like an enraged bull.

Then he heard the disgusted hiss behind him. “Shut the fuck up before they see me, you moron.”

The female voice was filled with anger, as she tucked a gun into his hand. “Hang on, I’ll cut you loose.”

Jackson started praying. He watched in horror as Lawrence’s mouth came away from Becca’s thighs, a sneer on his lips as he rose to his feet, his hands going to the crotch of his pants to pull his penis free. Then he glanced at Jackson. The knife sliced through the rope as Lawrence’s eyes widened.

Jackson wasted no time. With Becca’s screams still echoing in his ears, he brought the gun around as he went to his knee and fired. He took out Lawrence and Martin, each with a shot to the forehead, as four State Trooper vehicles screamed into the clearing.

Then Roby and Whittaker fell as Jacob came out firing as well. Jackson swung around then for the three terrorists.

He shot low, taking out a knee, an ankle, but Jacob went for the heart. The third was dead before he hit the ground. Before he could think Jackson was on his feet and running for Becca.

The woman who had cut him loose, obviously the one Jacob had at his cabin weeks before, was already cutting her loose and kicking Lawrence’s lifeless body to the side.

“Becca.” He caught her as she began scrambling hysterically away from Lawrence’s body, her desperate sobs cutting into his heart as he jerked his T-shirt off and forced it over her head.

She fought him as he dressed her, strangled cries pouring from her throat as she begged him to let her wash. To let her clean Lawrence’s touch from her body.

“It’s okay, baby.” He pulled her into his arms as the hysteria began to slowly ease.

His arms tightened around her, rocking her as State Troopers poured into the area and an official helicopter flew low overhead.

“Oh God. Jackson.” She clutched at him then, burying her face against his chest as she shuddered in reaction. “I was so scared. I was so scared.”

Her voice was hoarse, dazed and shocky as her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. She fought to get closer to him as his arms tightened around her, his body bending over her, sheltering her, holding her as close as possible.

“It’s over, baby.” He felt tears on his own cheeks, his muscles still taut, tight as he fought his own reaction. He held her tighter, rocking her, holding her close, his eyes 122

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closing as emotion washed over him. “I love you, Becca,” he whispered as she finally stilled against him. “Do you understand me, baby? I knew it a week ago and didn’t tell you. I knew it when you were sixteen and was too terrified to accept it. I love you.” He rocked her, whispered the strangled words in her ear as he felt his own tears dampen his cheeks.

So close, he had come so close to losing her, and she hadn’t even known that she held his heart and soul. He swore that not a day would go by now that she didn’t know, that she didn’t hear the words from his lips, the feeling in his touch.

Hell had erupted around them. Troopers were yelling orders back and forth, and Arabic curses filled the air as more sirens joined the melee going on around them.

Jackson lifted Becca in his arms and carried her to the stream. There he held her as she washed, as she cried and fought to get past the horror of what Lawrence had done to her.

She had known him, and though she hadn’t loved him, hadn’t really liked him, she had never believed that such evil existed in him. That innocence had been stripped from her, and though Jackson knew she would survive it intact, she would never forget it.

He helped her dress after drying her carefully, thankful that she was slowly calming down, the color coming back into her face. He had hidden her in the cave, carrying her to the farthest corner of it, allowing her the privacy she needed to come to grips with it.

Outside, Sandor was calling his name, his voice fierce, imperative. There were reports to make and a briefing to get through, but Jackson hadn’t observed the rules since taking office, he figured now wasn’t a hell of a good time to start. They would get what they needed when he got around to giving it to them.

“Jackson.” Her voice, soft, husky from the tears she had shed earlier drew his attention to her.

He turned around on the crate he had been sitting on, watching as she came from the shadows of the back of the cave. She was dressed in jeans and his shirt. Her wet hair brushed back, her face no longer so pale. She walked into his arms.

Without hesitation, without the fear he had worried would be there, she came to him.

“I want to go home, Jackson,” she whispered. “Take me home and love me. I want this memory wiped away, Jackson.”

She sounded fierce, angry, his Becca. He listened to the commotion outside, thought again of all that needed to be done.

“We’ll have to sneak away,” he whispered with a smile of anticipation. “They’re looking for us.”

“Let ‘em look.” Her lips caressed his neck as her arms tightened around him. “Let’s go home, Jackson. You promised me the nightstick. I think I’m ready now.”

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Epilogue

Rebecca whimpered as she watched Jackson watch her from lowered lids while he licked and sucked her toes. She never knew the nerves in her toes were directly connected to the nerves in her cunt. She sighed as his tongue moved to her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee. He paused there nibbling, sucking, driving her crazy.

His silver eyes glittered with naughtiness as his hands caressed her. He looked up at her through dark lashes. “Feel good?”

“Mm hmm.” She closed her eyes and submerged herself in Jackson, his scent, his touch.

He sucked at her inner thigh and she gasped, liquid arousal spreading through the sensitive folds of her pussy. She parted her legs for him, the short stubble on his cheeks rubbing against her swollen lips. Her blood heated as he kissed her there, his tongue delving inside, drawing her juices through the narrow slit.

She felt him move away and lean over the side of the bed. Her eyes sprung open to see him holding a long black nightstick. A slow smile spread across her face to match his. “I was joking,” she said.

He lifted a brow. “I wasn’t.”

She gave him a dubious look. “Jackson…”

“Trust me, baby. I will never, ever hurt you.” He nestled himself between her thighs again and plunged his tongue inside her, drawing it up and over her clit. He lapped at her, making her moan and writhe. He spread her apart, his thumbs rubbing over the sensitive folds as he pressed the nightstick against her entrance. She felt her muscled walls clench, sucking it inside as his tongue circled and rasped over her swelling clit.

“Rub your breasts, baby, rub those gorgeous berries for me,” Jackson mumbled, his voice vibrating against her cunt. “Damn, I wish I had more hands.”

“Me too,” she panted as she cupped her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

He chuckled against her and the nightstick sunk a little deeper. She groaned and arched up, taking as much of it as she could.

Rebecca cried out at the sharp pleasure that fired through her. He gave her as much of the nightstick as she could take, then drew it out slowly as he took her clit between his lips, sucked gently, giving it little flicks of his tongue.

“Oh God, Jackson,” she screamed as he sucked harder, thrusting the nightstick in and out. She bucked up as the climax slammed through her.

He kissed his way up her body, pausing at her navel and her breasts. His mouth closed over one pert nipple. His hand molded the other breast, she cried out as his thumb rasped over it. The ripples cascading over her didn’t have a chance to subside before they grew again. Jackson slid up her body, his mouth possessing her, muffling her moans as he entered her in one smooth stroke.

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The weight of Jackson covering her body, pressing her into the soft mattress, felt more than wonderful. He kissed her bruised cheek, whispering sweet things in her ear.

His hand supported her head as his hard body, slick with sweat, slid over hers, the length of his cock moving inside her with long, slow thrusts. With every stroke waves of pleasure flowed over her, each one deeper, more powerful, pushing her toward her climax.

Rebecca wrapped her legs around his and tilted her hips, taking him deeper, reveling in the power of his desire for her. Feeling his body tremble, the muscles in his back ripple as he struggled to take it slow, intensified her own passion. Her hands traveled downward to grip his tight ass, pulling him in deeper, arching her back. She whimpered, not sure if she could take this pace much longer. The sensual ache emanating through her body made her yearn for release but at the same time the friction of Jackson’s substantial cock slowly pumping felt so good, she wanted it to last forever.

He withdrew slowly then plunged into her. She arched up her head, fell back on a cry. “Becca. God, Becca I need…” He moaned against her neck, sucking and licking as he picked up the pace.

“Yes,” she cried as he grasped her hips and rose to his knees. She gasped and bucked up, her hips pistoning up to meet his driving thrusts. “Jack…Jackson,” she cried breathlessly. His ravenous mouth moved over her jaw, her neck, her mouth, their tongues tangling, lips nibbling. “I love you, Jackson. Oh God, I love you so much.”

“Becca. I love you, baby,” he croaked.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and hung on as sensations burst along every nerve cell. Jackson stiffened and plunged deep inside her, calling her name, his body trembling. She moaned and cried though her orgasm as it swept over her in long undulating waves. Jackson groaned, filling her with hot jets of his cream.

He rolled over taking her with him. She lay on his chest listening to his heart pound.

* * * * *

“Time to get up.” Jackson nosed aside Becca’s hair from her nape and kissed the sensitive skin gently.

Sleeping on her stomach, her body relaxed and flushed, she was a temptation he was hard pressed to ignore. Getting her back to the house after the arrest and general cleanup of the traffickers and terrorist families had been hell. Unfortunately, Sandor had caught them trying to sneak away, and had delayed them by several hours. But the cleanup and reports had been made and they were finally allowed to head home.

Home. It had been a long time since anyplace had been home.

“Becca,” he whispered against her neck again, his hand moving slowly over the curves of her rear as he pressed her to wake up. He had plans, and they had an appointment, one he wasn’t about to cancel. He had spent the last hour setting it up, and getting everything ready. There was no room for excuses, no way for her to wiggle out of it.

“Wha…” she mumbled into the pillows, trying to burrow deeper in the mattress to escape.

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“Wake up, baby,” he chuckled as she scooted away from him.

“Go ‘way,” she growled, pulling the pillow over her head.

Jackson pulled the pillow away, amazed as he always was, how his heart could just soften, melt with the smallest things she did. She amazed him, captivated him, made his so damned horny that half the time he was in a haze of lust. And he loved her. Loved her in ways he didn’t think was possible.

“Becca, this is important. Wake up.” He pulled the blankets from her as she tried to burrow under them once again.

She flopped over on her back. Her firm breasts peaked with those pretty little berry nipples, making his mouth water. Her eyes were narrowed in warning.