Savage Secrets (Titan #6) (40 page)

“I am.”

“Thank God.”

She wasn’t turning around, and maybe that was how it had to be right now. Her hand drifted behind her, lazing across his thigh, crooking her arm under the covers. “I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

“Here and now, Caterina. Just you and me. Don’t think about anything else.”

She tugged on his boxers, and he made quick work of losing them.

“Just us.”

“That’s right.”

She kept her back to him. “Take my shirt off.”

With pleasure
. He pushed onto an elbow, running his hand over the jut of her hipbone, then back across the sinful curve of her backside. God, he’d missed her body. He spread his fingers as he drifted under her shirt and up her warm back. Following her spine, he trailed its valley to midway, then back down again. He toyed with the hem of her shirt then followed the same path, but with the fabric this time. The shirt bunched, and she shrugged out of it. Her hair pulled out and fell against him when she pulled her head through.

Completely naked. Such a luscious body. Rocco wrapped her in his arms, pulling her to his chest, his forearms covering her breasts. They were swollen, her nipples tight, and how he’d love to bury his face into her chest, teeth the tips until she bucked, delve his hand into her pussy, and make her moan. And that would come. He knew it. But now, he’d never been more turned on. She placed all kinds of trust and was taking a risk with him. It was almost too much to understand.

The bare length of his shaft pressed between them with the covers draped over. Her foot rubbed his calf, so delicate against the harsh hairs on his leg.

“You know how much I love you.”

She nodded, her leg hooking back over his. The sweet taste of her seared his memory when hot moistness wicked over his dick. Dropping his arm, he again cupped her sex with one hand and palmed her breast with the other. His thumb flicked across her nipple, making her groan. The slide of their bodies swaying into each other guided his shaft between them, coating him, so hot and silky. Every single move brought him closer, and when his eyes closed, the head of his cock pressed into her like nothing else he could imagine.

She gasped. He froze, eyes rocketing open, muscles locked—fucking scared he’d screwed up.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Are you…” What? What would he say…?

“Here and now. With you, Roc.”

Yeah, he was here and now as long as she was too. Rocco rolled his hips and bit his lip. Wet for him, she was too much. Absolutely perfect. He eased back, needing to connect them again. His chest went tight. Caterina’s chest stuttered with ragged breaths. Fucking beautiful sounds. He thrust again. Stronger and deeper, and she mirrored the motion. The back and forth just about killed him. He could barely breathe, couldn’t think, and was buried inside her. So fucking tight.

Flesh against flesh. No barriers, so smooth.

He rolled into her again, one arm underneath her, wrapped around her, holding tight, and the other giving him access to her clitoris. Pumping from behind, stroking her in the front, and holding his whole world in his arms, Rocco experienced them. So perfect, so in sync.

She tightened around his cock. Those pleas and cries that he’d missed so much fell from her lips. She’d strung tight, and he worked her, making her moan, owning each gasp. Harder. Deeper. She bucked, her muscles rippling, her body unraveling. He’d make her come a dozen times over if it felt this good.

“Rocco,” she called his name with such intense satisfaction that his eyes sank shut, and he lost himself in her and came with her, hotness coating him with each tight thrust.

Best sex of his life. He kissed her shoulder and smoothed a hand over her stomach. Tomorrow they’d find out boy or girl, but tonight he’d finally found his wife.

EPILOGUE

Twenty years later…

Music boomed through the speakers.
Fighting soldiers from the sky; Fearless men who jump and die.
The drums beat a slow, patriotic march that brought tears to Caterina’s eyes and a tightness in her chest. Two screens flanked a stage, a video montage of night vision attacks and folded flags to commemorate a soldier’s sacrifice.
Put silver wings on my son's chest; Make him one of America's best.

She couldn’t hear any more. Too many emotions clogged her senses.

All went quiet. She sniffled, blinked, and wiped at her eyes.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the Special Forces qualification course graduation ceremony. The graduates will join you…” Cheers and applause ripped through the small auditorium, drowning out the rest.

Caterina threw her arms in the air, clapping overheard. She wrapped herself around Rocco while he whistled loud and proud. Their first born was a Green Beret.

Rocco snagged her in his arms and spun her in the tight aisle, laying a big, fat wet one on her kisser. Their brood of teenagers, two on each side, simultaneously groaned at their parents and cheered their oldest brother.

Cat kicked her feet until he put her down. “Let’s go.”

But they got nowhere. The audience’s exit was blocked until all the Special Forces graduates had filed out. Too excited to wait, she considered walking on the chairs, but that would embarrass everyone. Though making her kids cringe was a favorite pastime, she wasn’t trying to incite military social disaster protocol—teenage eyes rolling, husband teasing. Instead, she shooed them down the aisle. No go. No one moved. Bottleneck.

“Can you see him?”

Rocco searched over everyone’s head. “Not yet.”

His smile was as big as hers, and while he was playing it cool, he shifted in his boots, ready to push people out of their way. The Savage bunch wasn’t a patient group. Then again, they didn’t raise their family that way. Get in, get it done right, get out. Life was some variation of that, and having a pack of boys as honorable and driven as their daddy made it all work out.

She slipped on her coat, fidgeting, and shoved her hands into her pockets. The corner of what felt like an envelope scratched her knuckles. She pulled it out. Mom and Dad was scrawled on the front, and she tugged at Rocco’s shirt.

He turned from crowd-watching, bottleneck-waiting duty, and she waggled it in front of him.

“What is that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, open it.”

She did, unfolding the paper, and he read over her shoulder.

Dear Mom and Dad,

My entire life, you pushed me past what I thought I could accomplish. Today, all that paid off. The best of the best. That’s been drilled into me. By you. By the US Army. And now by my peers. Special Forces. Thank you for everything you gave, sacrificed, believed in, and fought for to get me here because I know I didn’t do it alone.

Love,

Jacián Arrio Savage

Jacián Arrio. His name meant a warlike healer, and it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Their baby gave her peace, healed her from the inside out, and as he turned into a man, was everything she’d ever hoped for. Exactly like his father. That was it. She was done. Her heart seized up. Her throat ached. Happy tears spilled down her cheeks. When she looked at her husband, even he was a little misty. That’d be her secret. No one as tough and manly as Rocco would want that slipping out. Instead, she jumped up and kissed him again.

“
Ay Dios mio
,” he teased, and it never got old.

The crowd started moving, and it dragged her attention to the door. “Let’s go.”

Surrounded by her family, hunting for their graduate, Caterina beamed. A minute later, they were in an open area and searching, searching—

Jace
.

She pointed, and the entire brood moved with the precision of a tactical team. Their daddy had taught them well. They moved swiftly through the crowd, and their target was surrounded. Her baby boy. All grown up. The boys slapped backs and punched chests. Roc jumped in too, but she hung back, watching all their proud excitement.

After all the testosterone emoting she could handle, Cat pushed into the knot of Savage men and grabbed her boy.

“I am so proud of you,” she whispered but knew he already knew. It was her favorite thing to say. That boy might’ve been built like a cinder block wall like his daddy and was a feisty fighter like his mama, but he was something special on his own.

“I wouldn’t be here without you and Dad.” Jacián kissed her cheek. “I love you, Momma.”

One of his brothers grabbed him, and before walking off with his brothers, he hugged Rocco. All their boys would follow similar paths, and the admiration they had for Jacián was a testament to how they lived their lives: strong and loved.

Rocco stood behind her, letting her lean against him as he always did. His hands cupped her hips, his chin fit down in the nook of her shoulder and neck. “You did good, Kitten.”

“
We
did good.”

They did perfect.

THE END

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

There are so many people I want to wrap my arms around and hug. Thank you to all the Titan readers who have supported this series. It means the world to me. A big shout out to all the ladies in Team Titan! I love chatting with you day in, day out. You make me smile so often.

Thank you to my family. My mom gave me a ferocious love of reading and writing, my dad a can-do attitude, and my sister, who is my role model and best friend, you push me each day to be a better person. Thank you to my husband who is my rock and my world.

To the team that helped ready Rocco and Caterina for the world, I adore you. The Red Adept editorial team rocks. A special thank you to Lynn and Karen for helping me. Thank you to Rihaneh Odde-Rivera for assisting with the Spanish phrasing. Thank you to the kick butt crit team that worked on this book: Amy Anhalt, Kaci Presnell, Victoria Van Tiem, Claudia Haraway Handel, Racquel Reck, Sharon Cordes Cermak, and Jamie Salsbury.

Thanks to the design ladies that helped me on so many projects. Kim Killion, Jennifer Jakes, and Abigail Simmons at Hot Damn Designs, you three are simply amazing. Amanda Simpson of Pixel Mischief, you are my branding genius. Amber Haas of Phat Cat Design, you make make simple ideas turn into visual fun.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cristin Harber is a USA Today bestselling romantic suspense and military romance author. She lives outside Washington, DC with her family and English Bulldog, and enjoys chatting with readers.

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SAVAGE SECRETS

Copyright 2014 by Cristin Harber

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