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him, titillating energy swelled through her. She was going to have a really hard time adjusting to

that special bonus of their joining.

“That’s the only bonus you see in getting this close to me?”

“No, I see the advantage of being with a man who exceeded my expectations in every

single possible way.”

“I don’t want to sound like a prick but you do realize you are levitating in order to wash

my hair, right?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“It’s a little too early to scream that out loud!” he grumbled.

“No, you don’t understand. I was trying to do this earlier and it just happened now

without me even giving it much concentration. That means....”

“That means I make you over the top happy and that you need me in order to reach your

full potential with your abilities.”

She lowered herself back to the ground. He lathered up his hands with soap and looked

at her.

“What do you think you’re going to do with those hands?” she muttered stepping away

from him.

“I was going to wash you.”

“This is too weird for me.” She shook her head. “I am a grown woman.”

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“If you weren’t I wouldn’t be in this shower with you,” he muttered. “Come on, come

here,” he said, though it sounded more like an order than a request.

“I shouldn’t let you push me around like this,” she muttered, finding herself obeying him

yet again.

“You can order me around if you want to, it would be good for you. I think you’ve been

at the mercy of a man for far too long, pulling the weight of the entire relationship instead of

letting him pull his own weight.”

“There you go again. We aren’t supposed to talk about him, remember? You smacked

me for thinking about him,” she pushed him on the chest. He’d soaped her down now she had to

soap him down and get them rinsed before he charged the air with anymore-sexual energy.

She was going to soap him below the waist when he grabbed her and pulled her up. His

grip was firm. “I am holding myself in check by a very thin string, Samantha. Let’s just get

finished and get the soap off so I can seduce you again.” His eyes flared passionately.

“Why would you think you’re going to seduce me?” she asked, as he reached for the

hand shower and made short of work of the soap on both of them.

“Why not make it three for three,” he said, smiling at her.

“You little piss ant. You are making me sound like I am a weak willed easy woman.”

“Aren’t you?” he joked.

She pushed him again and sent him back so he slammed against the marble side of the

shower. He looked shocked that she’d moved him with such force. She walked toward the

shower door and had her hand on it, when he reached her.

“Touch me and I throw you against the wall again,” she threatened.

She’d just about slipped out of the shower when he went and did the unthinkable. He

touched her.

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“I told you not to touch me,” she reached back and was about to punch him. She caught

herself in mid-swing. “Wait a minute. You’re doing all of this to goad me. You jerk.”

He looked at her innocently. “You should have hit me, then I would have an excuse to

smack that gorgeous little ass of yours again.”

“This is foreplay for you, isn’t it? My God! I must have been turning you on left, right

and center back when I was being a total bitch to you!”

“You were. I could barely keep my hands off you. I almost did lose it with you a few

times, especially that day in the Limo.”

He hoisted her up and kissed her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and

moved her mouth to kiss his cheek. “You need a shave,” she murmured.

“So do you,” he said when she wrapped her legs around him, taking him deep inside of

her.

She gasped. “You....” He cut her off with a kiss on the lips and turned around so her back

was against the wall. He pumped into her so furiously that she could literally feel his need for

her driving him on. If she hadn’t been so relaxed and aroused, her thoughts ran away with her

when he found her bud with his fingers. “Shit, Dev,” she gasped. Her channel throbbed as he

continued driving inside of her. She reached down and slapped his ass. He groaned. “You’ll pay

for that,” he continued driving her toward ecstasy. He was rooted so deep within her that she

could literally feel him touching her womb. His shaft was almost too large for her and every

time he entered her slit she was reminded of that fact. Whether she would be walking

comfortably tomorrow she didn’t know.

Her climax started building inside of her; she didn’t know how he was lasting so long.

“I have good control,” he muttered, nuzzling her neck and then lowering his mouth to

take one of her nipples. When he did, she scratched her nails against his back. “Good God,

woman,” he groaned, surging within her he let out a roar at the same time that she cried out.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered, feeling weak all over. “That was....”

“Shush,” he murmured, covering her mouth with his again. She held him against her, not

wanting him to leave.

“I am not going anywhere. You can call me a bastard; an asshole or Lord Dumbo and I

won’t leave you. For you, they are just words, words that sometimes have an impact but most of

the time, you just amuse me. You keep me on my toes, you make my life interesting and I

wouldn’t give that up for anything.”

She stared straight into his eyes. “So, I can’t hope to drive you away is that what you’re

saying?”

“Exactly. You did that for too many years, Samantha. It’s not going to work anymore.”

She closed her eyes. She felt contented, safe and overjoyed.

“I don’t know what to say now,” she confessed.

“Don’t say anything,” he murmured, carrying her out of the bathroom he laid her down

on the bed, which had been covered with thick fluffy towels.

“You think of everything,” she mused.

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“You bet your sweet ass I do.”

Her eyes darted to the desk that they had used earlier. The living area was visible from

the Master Bedroom. His suite of rooms had to have at least four bedrooms and several

bathrooms.

The desk had been put to rights and on the top of the desk sat some paper documents.

She wrapped a towel around herself and her hair. Moving to the edge of the bed while he dried,

she got up and went over to the documents.

“How did you get all of this ready in such a short amount of time,” she asked, rustling the

papers.

“I have little miracle workers that jump at my beck and call.”

“Right,” she muttered, reading the heading of the one document. “You were serious about

that whole ludicrous idea of signing a contract that kept me from divorcing you!”

He sighed. “You sound like your ready for a fight. I hoped that wouldn’t happen but I

see I was mistaken.”

“Gabriel.” Silence met her for a few seconds. She turned to see him just staring at her.

“Do I have to call you Devlin in order to get any action from you?”

He looked conflicted. “I like savoring the sound of you saying my first name. It makes

me feel good inside.”

“Oh, okay.” she smiled. “Get me a bloody pen, please. Wait, we don’t have a witness.”

“I can fix that. I’ll call Jewel down once you put on something more than just a towel and

I get dressed. She’ll witness us signing the contracts and then, she’ll have the ship’s preacher

marry us.”

“Two people?”

“Yes.”

“Get my family. They should see this. Dylan should see this. Maybe that will make him

snap out of his Tyler’s adoring stupor. I don’t know what I’ll put on, I guess I’ll get married in

the clothes I was wearing before you relieved me of them.” She laughed.

“I’ll get Jewel to bring you something, the two of you are about the same size.”

“No. Johanna can bring me a dress.”

“You have a dress?” he looked genuinely shocked.

“Don’t be a jackass, Devlin. Of course I own a dress. I don’t always play the part of

hard kick ass woman.”

“Everything you own he’s seen hasn’t he? Don’t answer that, I already know the answer.

I’ll get Jewel to bring you a dress that she hasn’t even taken out of the garment bag yet. The

little lady is a bloody shopaholic. She’ll have something in her wardrobes that’s completely fresh

for both of us.”

“What about you?” she asked.

“I have several suits here.”

“Of course you do. Why would I think otherwise? I have never seen a man so

impeccably dressed and since you have money coming out your ass, I shouldn’t think being able

to afford a few closetfuls of designer duds should be a problem for you.” She moved away from

the desk and sat back on the bed next to him. “So you’ll do it?”

He nodded his head. It had a finality to it that made her heart surge. She was always one

for living life on the edge and jumping headfirst into marrying Devlin seemed perfectly fitting

when she thought of how she lived her life. Before she’d met Tyler every day had been fresh,

she’d lived life at its maximum potential and after she’d married him, she’d conditioned herself

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to live life the way he’d wanted her to. In fact, she’d spent many nights wondering if she should

have turned her back on the hunt to make him happy. Now, she could go back to living the way

she wanted to enjoy life—and she’d have Devlin to keep her warm at night. She knew Devlin

would push her to give up the hunt, but in the end, he’d relent, he wouldn’t admit it without a

fight, but he loved the adventure she brought into his life just as much as she did. As he’d

already stated, she kept him on his toes—she kept his life interesting. She smiled.

“Go now, before we get distracted again.” She put her hand on his arm and he leaned

down to kiss her.

“I will never get enough of you,” he murmured huskily, “So, here I go. I am going to

leave and make the calls.”

He left the bedroom shutting the door behind him.

“Samantha, you’re stark raving mad, but at least you’ll be happy before you die,” she

whispered, closing her eyes against the undeniable fear and dread abut the upcoming rescue

mission that mixed with her euphoria over the way things had gone with Devlin.

* * * *

“Thanks, Jewel, I will see you in about ten minutes,” Devlin said.

“Right, Dad. You should contact her family now. From what my security AI says,

they’ve been fighting like cats and dogs on the
Excalibur
.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, looks like without their fearless leader Johanna is a bit lost. She stood up to Dylan

and now he’s sulking in their quarters. Veronica is with Johanna and Charlotte…well, she wants

to leave the ship. As for Quinn, I think he is on Johanna’s side since he threw some pretty cruel

insults toward Dylan and Charlotte.”

“What do you mean, leave? She can’t leave!”

“I know, but she is royally pissed and having a pissed off Alpha Psychic around makes

me feel jittery.”

“Totally understandable. Open a channel between the
Excalibur
and me please, Jewel.

Samantha wants her family here to witness our vows.”

“I can tell you that’s going to go over like a lead balloon with a bomb hidden inside.”

“Nonetheless.... What Samantha wants, she gets.”

Jewel sighed. “Here you go,” she murmured, going silent as she opened the channel to

the
Excalibur
.

“Devlin?” Johanna asked, sounding strained to the breaking point. “Please tell me you

will be bringing Samantha back here so we can go after Tyler and Rory.”

“Johanna is that Devlin?” Quinn asked.

“Yes,” Johanna said a bit too testily.

“Devlin, don’t let them disembark yet. I do not want to do something stupid to get Rory

killed and right now all Dylan is thinking about is his little shit of a brother. I almost got into

fisticuffs with him to convince him that Tyler can take care of himself but my daughter can’t.

After what Tyler did to Samantha I should bloody his face, I mean that’s the job of a big brother

isn’t it? I can’t say I have had much practice in the last few years, and for that, I think I have

some time to make up for.” Quinn sighed heavily.

“I’ll tell Samantha how Dylan is viewing things. We would like you to come down to

our quarters to witness our marriage.”

“Get out!” Quinn shouted, sounding pleased.

“He’s not kidding, Quinn,” Johanna muttered.

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“I know,” Quinn said. “I am damn pleased for the both of them. Samantha finally has a

husband that can beat her at her own game. Maybe now, we’ll have someone to talk some sense

into her besides, you, Johanna.”

“That’s a jerky thing to say,” Johanna said. “Samantha can get carried away sometimes

but I always know where I stand with her, as for you and Charlotte, I am at the end of my rope

with you two.”

“Okay, no more arguments. Jewel tells me that everyone is at each other’s throats.”