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made her frown.
    She didn’t answer. Couldn’t guarantee she would be here when he got better. As if sensing her thoughts his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
    “ If you leave, I’ll hunt you down until I find you and rest assured I’ll make you mine in every sense of the word. Do you understand what I’m saying, Callie? You’re mine.”
    Okay, so those words pretty much confirmed his intentions toward her.
    She nodded, trying hard not to cave into the lusty excitement shooting through her at Luke’s dark threat.
    He opened his mouth and awaited the next spoon of broth.
    His wet tongue was now lying dormant. Resting. Waiting for when he was strong enough to pleasure her.
    Callie’s pussy trembled and creamed hot with anticipation.
    Despite her need to walk away from him in order to keep him safe, she had a feeling she’d never be able to walk away from Luke Outlaw again.

Chapter Three
     
    After she’d spoon-fed him Luke had fallen into a deep satisfied sleep filled with erotic dreams of Callie.
    She arched against his mouth as he tunneled his tongue deeper into her wet pussy. Eagerly he sipped the warm, sweet cream sliding down her channel into his mouth.
    Her whimpers of pleasure made his cock rock-hard. Made his whole body hum. Made him want to brand her his forever. Made him want to claim her legally, even if it meant asking his brothers to join him …
    Delicate fingers slid sensuously over his injured shoulder making him open his eyes and he relaxed beneath her seductive touch as Callie smeared a thick greasy substance around the edges of the bullet hole.
    To his surprise, his wound wasn’t hurting near as bad as the last time he’d woke up. And he wasn’t as tired either.
    He smiled.
    He was on the mend.
    And that meant he could soon concentrate on seducing Callie back into his life.
    “ What is that stuff you’re using?”
    Her hand stilled for a moment. He’d surprised her. She hadn’t realized he was awake.
    “ Comfrey plants and lard melted together. Promotes healing,” she shrugged her thin shoulders and smeared more of the thick greasy substance around the angry, red-ragged hole. “It’s the best I can do.”
    “ It’s working.” The soothing balm extinguished the throbbing pain.
    “ Good. Do you think you can get onto your side? I need to check the other wound.”
    He nodded.
    It wasn’t a feat he wanted to do anytime soon as with her help he managed to get into the position she wanted him in.
    When he was on his side, he breathed through the pain that lanced his shoulder and when the pain became less intense he became very aware of the mild air slapping his ass.
    His very bare ass.
    It was at that moment he understood that he was totally naked and the sheets had slipped down over his hips.
    An odd excitement rippled through him as he looked over his shoulder and caught her gazing at his butt.
    “ You like what you see?”
    “ Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she answered quickly as a pretty pink blush swept across her cheeks.
    Gingerly she removed the tape that held the bandage in place and soon he was sighing his relief as she smoothed more of that goopy stuff onto his injured flesh.
    “ Why did the Barlows shoot you?”
    The question caught him quite off-guard. How could he tell her he’d walked in on the Barlow brothers having sex with their new wife, her youngest half-sister?
    “ Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were hiding here?” he snapped trying to take focus off the question she’d just asked.
    Her fingers stilled on his flesh.
    Immediately he wished he hadn’t asked. For years, he’d wondered and worried about her. For years, he’d fought the terrorists with a burning rage inside him. It was because of them that his fiancée was gone from his life.
    As far as he was concerned, all terrorists were in the same barrel, rotten to the core.
    Especially the DogMarX, a group focused against women’s rights. A group of men who believed a woman should be