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Pulling back, he stared into her damp eyes. What? He frowned down at her. Don t even think about
leaving me, Heather. I won t let you go.
Leaving you? she questioned him roughly, her green eyes sparkling with her tears. Sam, I was
terrified. Completely terrified. You would have let that evil woman kill you. I know you would have. You
walked right out of our room like a fucking sacrifice. Her fist bounced on his upper arm as she struck
him harshly. Damn you. You know better than that.
Sam laughed. He couldn t help it, couldn t stem the happiness overflowing inside his soul. Oh no, baby.
The minute I had her outside she was done for. I would have come back, Heather. I wouldn t, couldn t
let you go, baby.
He held her close again, her slight weight enfolded in his arms as Sam looked over her head to Brock.
He had stood before the door, knowing what would happen if Heather walked out unwarily. He had
covered the slight crack she had made when opening it, had eased aside for the gunshot. But he had
stood there, protecting her, ensuring her life. The same as he had protected Marly.
Rick s men applied first aid to Anna, prepped her for the ambulance and moved her quickly downstairs
as Cade and Marly followed. It would be hard on Marly, he knew. Her gentle heart, her dreams of her
mother returning, were shattered forever. But she wasn t alone. And she never would be.
I owe you a bath, Sam whispered into Heather s still damp hair. A bath and a lovin . Think you can
handle me?
She snorted tearfully. You and two more just like you& She paused. Well, maybe we ll wait to try
that one again.
Sam chuckled, held her closer and drew her slowly into their room. The past was over. There were still
questions that needed to be answered, and he knew his returning memories wouldn t be easy on any of
them. But the demons were gone. The fears were laid to rest and his life stretched out before him now,
devoid of the loneliness, of the bleak, desperate pain. And Heather s gift of love had healed those raw,
aching wounds in his soul. Her acceptance, her love. The gift of her heart to them all.
Chapter Forty
Several weeks later, Sam sat alone in the dark shadows of the family room, staring out at the night
through the glass doors. The bodyguards were gone. The house was silent, safe again. It had been so
long since they had all felt safe. Twelve years to be exact. In the past weeks, Sam had realized how
oppressive the memories of the abuse had been, how the repression of them had affected his own life.
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Slowly, the memories had returned. Bleak, filled with pain, shame, and finally a resigned acceptance.
It happened, we survived it. Doesn t matter how we survived it, Sam, we did. And we re healing,
that s all that matters.Brock s quiet words not too long ago had slowly made sense to him. With
Heather s help, with her smart mouth, her take-charge tone and her sweet loving, he had finally found a
measure of acceptance and peace.
Sam? He turned as Heather s soft voice questioned him from the doorway.
She walked into the room, her slender body covered by an almost sheer silk nightie that fell only as far
as her thighs.
You should be sleeping. He wrapped his arms around her as she came to him. The sweet scent of her
perfume went to his head; the feel of her slender body sent a surge of lust through his cock. He would
never get enough of her. No matter how many times he had her.
You weren t in bed with me. She snuggled into his arms, a little drowsy as he sat down in the chair at
his side and pulled her into his lap.
I was just thinking. He kept his voice quiet as he spoke, relishing the soft intimacy of holding her like
this.
The past weeks had been rife with confusion, with Marly s shattered dreams of her mother and Anna s
eventual burial. Heather s bullet hadn t killed her, but her own twisted hatred had. She had died in her
attempt to escape the hospital and come after the Augusts once again. After tricking her guard and
stealing his gun, she had been stopped as she slipped down the hallway. A police officer s bullet had
stopped her after she had fired on him.
Remembering? she asked gently.
Sam smoothed his hand over her silky hair, enjoying the feel of it against his palm.
Questioning maybe, he sighed. Accepting.
She was quiet for long moments. Finally she sighed deeply, her lips pressing against his bare chest.
And have you accepted? she asked him, moving, turning her body until she faced him, her legs spread
across his, the heat of her cunt settling against the strength of the erection straining beneath his sweat
pants.
Sam laid his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes, a grin edging his mouth. She wasn t going to
baby him, nor would she pamper to the memories. She was tough as nails, and refused to let him blame
himself, or wallow in the pain of the past. Not that he had any intentions of doing it. Remembering was
easier than forgetting, and acceptance had slowly settled over him.
Would you let me do otherwise? he asked her as he kissed her pert nose gently.
She snorted. Like I can control you. You do what you want, Sam. I ve always known that.
He shook his head, leaning his head back on the high rest of the chair as he stared at her. Yeah, he did
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what he wanted. And all he wanted in life was to love this woman. To give her more pleasure than she
could bear, to make her life as smooth as possible. Which reminded him&
What were you doing cooking tonight? I swear, next time I have to wait on the three of you to clean the
mess up before I can take you to bed, I m going to paddle your butt.
Hmm. She arched a brow suggestively. Sounds like fun. Wanna go for it now?
He frowned fiercely. We could have gone out to eat, Heather. You didn t have to cook.
I m tired of eating out. She smoothed her hands over his chest, her nails biting lightly at his skin.
Make Cade hire a housekeeper if you want to help.
He snorted. She would run off the first time she heard us all fucking in here. Damned prudes.
We have bedrooms, she chuckled, the sound soft, husky with desire.
Uh uh. Sam shook his head firmly. In here. It s good in here, Heather. All of us together, loving,
laughing. The bedroom wouldn t be the same.
The openness of the family room, the feeling of freedom, of acceptance, wouldn t be the same in any
other room, he thought, not for those occasions. Not that he wasn t prone to take any of the three
women in whatever room he caught them in. He was. But those nights when all their desires converged,
and the sharing became heated, intense, drawing screams of pleasure, pleas for release, the family room
couldn t be replaced.
Pervert. She rocked against his cock, her wet pussy moistening his pants.
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