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“Well, I’m fucking grateful for that,” he growled. “I’m going to touch you, Bianca. I’m not going to make love to you but I’m going to touch you and let you know what it will feel like.” She nodded and he pressed her body against the slick tiles of his shower.

Lifting one leg high, resting in the crook of his elbow, his fingers from the other hand began dancing between her legs, gently sliding back and forth, in and out.

Bianca couldn’t help but moan, writhing against him as her hips involuntarily thrust forward and then back.

“Coo-Cooper,” she gasped.

“I know, baby. I know it feels good,” he said kissing down her neck and then claiming her mouth as he scissored his fingers inside her. He stretched her, plied her body to match his big hands but he didn’t take her virginity, not yet.

When her body shook with heavenly release, he gripped his cock and began to stroke. Without even asking, her fingersclosed over his own and he guided her along his length, taking her thumb and rolling it over this sensitive head.

“You’re so perfect,” she murmured.

She reached out with her other hand, touching his heavy balls and Cooper lost it. He growled like an angry bear as his seed spewed across her breasts, the milky white liquid drastic against her tanned skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Why?” she smiled. “I thought it was wonderful.” He took her mouth, almost violently, kissing her over and over again.

“Bianca, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he moaned.

“Me, too,” she said smiling up at him. “Maybe we should get to breakfast and pick this all up again later.”

Cooper could only laugh, nodding at her.

“Baby, we will talk about this and so much more. You are mine, Bianca. You might not know what that means but you will. I’m never letting you go again.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

“And then he said, ‘you’re mine’. Like some primitive caveman,” she scoffed staring at the women around the table. Cooper was speaking with Ham and the others and she was seated with Lyra, Bella, and a dozen other women.

They all smirked at her, some chuckling beneath their breath, shaking their heads.

“What? Did I say something funny?” she frowned.

“Bianca, the men here are very possessive. But in the best possible ways. They protect, they love, they support, and when you belong to them, when one says, ‘you’re mine’, they mean it in every good way you can imagine,” said Sadie.

“I don’t want to be possessed,” she frowned.

“I think you do,” smiled Bella. “Most women do. Not in a violent, ownership sort of way. In the way all of our men love us. We are all free to pursue our own interests, to explore with or without the men.”

“Well, mostly,” smiled Lyra. “Bianca, these men come from very dangerous jobs where the outside world and everyonein it could be a hazard to them and those they love. Can you imagine the weight of that on a man, or a woman by the way. Piper and many other women were part of the military or government agencies. They understand what that feels like.”

“But the trackers?” she frowned holding up her wrist for the others to see the bracelet. “He’s tracking my every move.”

“You’re damn right he is,” said Sadie. “You should thank God and G.R.I.P. that he is. Imagine if someone who was trying to get even for what happened to Rodriguez was chasing you. You decide to flex your independence and take off, going into town to shop. You are not skilled enough to know when a man is trailing you or when a woman might be tricking you.”

Bianca started to protest but Sadie raised her hand.

“I didn’t say you weren’t smart. You’re incredibly smart. Imagine the guilt that Coop would feel if you were taken and he had no idea where, when or how? He already feels guilt for what happened to you and by your own admission, you wandered where you shouldn’t have.”

“Yes, but I-,” she trailed off. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. I get it. But are they following you all the time?”

“Not all the time,” said Lyra. “The comms team has a lock on where we are at all times. They know when we leave the property and when we’re on property. If someone says, ‘where’s Lyra?’, they always have the answer and that makes my husband feel much better. It’s worth it to me.”

She was quiet for a long moment, looking down at her hands. She shook her head and then looked at the other women.

“If I’d had the bracelet, he would have known, in the jungle?” she whispered.