Page 93 of Sin for You

“I love you, Quinn.” I touched her beautiful face. “Look at me,” I rasped, the same words I’d said in the ranch guesthouse, needing to see it even though she’d said the words.

Her lashes fluttered open.

“Tell me you believe me, that you know that I’ll never hurt you. That you know I’ll never leave you alone, because the idea of being without you is…fuck, I can’t think of anything bad enough to describe it besides actually being without you. Nothing could be worse than that.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I believe it.” She cupped my jaw, fingers brushing over my beard.

“You believe me?” I rasped.

Her eyes warmed, warming me as well. “Do you know why I hounded you for a job here?”

I shook my head. “Why?”

“Because no one makes me feel as safe or special, because I trusted you to treat me with care in your own unique, frowny, loveable Bull way while I was at my most vulnerable. No one makes me feel the way you do. I just wanted to be near you. I always want to be near you, Logan.”

“Fuck, baby,” I choked out.

“I love you, too.” Her hands slid up and down my back, her legs still wrapped around my hips. “And I know with every part of me that you would never purposely hurt me. I know it.”

I pressed my forehead against hers. “You’ll let me take care of you?” I said, voice shot to shit.

“If you let me take care of you,” she said back.

I was pretty sure my heart would burst right out of my chest in that moment, but somehow it didn’t. It just got a whole fuck of a lot fuller, and it felt amazing. “Deal.”

Then my girl wrapped herself around me and pulled me down for another kiss.

I was pretty sure in the history of kissing, nothing topped it.

Until she kissed me again.

Epilogue

Quinn

Eighteen months later

I squeezed Cassy’s hand as Cal’s truck rolled up outside the ranch. Cal and Bull were back from seeing Dane in Black Stone. Dane hadn’t been home since he left over a year ago, and Cal and Bull wanted him back at Rocktown Ink where he belonged.

We were all desperate to see him but hadn’t expected him to follow our guys home.

The rumble of a Harley filled the air, the bike pulling up behind the truck. Dane kicked out the stand, swinging his leg over the seat.

The sound of a horse whinnying had Cassy and me glancing over at the barn in time to see a flustered-looking Everly lead Aiko outside, shove her foot in the stirrup, throw her leg over the mare’s back, and take off across the field so fast she was nothing but a blur.

Cassy had grown close with the younger woman after Dane moved, and had taken her under her wing. Thankfully Dane hadn’t seen Everly speed off because Eves wasn’t quite as ready to see her best friend as we were. Which was not surprising, and if Dane wanted her to talk to him, he had some serious work to do.

“How will I tell him Everly works and lives here now?” Cassy said, watching her go and bouncing her nine-month-old son, Jack, on her hip.

“It’s going to be fine.” I hoped so anyway.

Dane took off his helmet, as the doors to the truck opened, and then all three Calero men were walking toward us. Dane looked—God—the same but also nothing like the boy he’d been before. His hair wasn’t blue anymore; it was dark and buzzed off. All the piercings were gone, and he was bigger. Not as lean. He looked harder, and it broke my heart when his dark eyes came to me and the wicked glint that had once been there was nowhere to be found.

We’d visited him in Black Stone, of course, as often as we could, had seen where he lived, where he worked, but seeing him here, home, was a shock to the system.

I rushed forward, with Cassy right beside me. She passed her and Cal’s son to Bull who was closest, and we engulfed Dane in the mother of all group hugs. “You’re coming home?”

He chuckled, squeezing us both and kissing us each on the top of the head. “Yes, women, I’m coming home. You may shower me with affection and food. Lots of home cooking would be great.”