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  I slam into her harder, drive deeper. “You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

  “Please,” she moans. “Please, Blaze.”

  I unwind the fingers of my right hand from hers and insinuate it beneath her hips. One touch of her clit is all it takes.

  She screams and tightens around my dick. Her orgasm rolling in, I allow myself to surrender to the pleasure, as well. In just a few more strokes, I join her, bellowing, “yes!” at the top of my lungs.

  I clean up and lift her into my bed, offer her water and caresses.

  She curls into me and I wrap my body around her protectively. She brings out every ounce of hero I have in me, all directed at her.

  “Move in with me,” I blurt before I can stop myself.

  She opens her eyes, and gives me a sleepy look. “Okay.”

  A relieved laugh escapes my lips. “Okay? Really? I didn’t ask too soon?”

  “Oh, you asked way too soon, but I don’t care. I’m ready to let you take care of me.”

  My chest squeezes so tight I can’t breathe. “Yeah?” I choke out.

  She rakes her fingernails over my chest, traces the lines of my tattoos. “As long as you let me rescue you, too, sometimes.”

  “Every day,” I say gruffly. “You rescue me every fucking day I get to see you.” I bring my mouth down on hers, kissing and sucking her pouty lips until I’m sure she knows who I belong to. It’s her, all the way.

  Only her.

  The End

  Be sure to read the other books in the Hard ‘n Dirty Series:

  Getting Dirty

  Filthy Fight

  Hard Wood

  Blaze

  Hammered

  Drilled

  Jacked up

  Beauty and the Lumberjacks

  Hammered - Sneak Peek

  Be sure to check out the next book in the Hard n’ Dirty series - Hammered by Alexis Alvarez

  The environmental chick? Yeah, she’s hot.

  I’d love to bend her over the hood of her stupid little electric car and smack that ass.

  But the project comes first.

  I don’t have time for dating, especially tree-huggers. I have to get this build completed on time.

  But a kiss never hurt anyone... right?

  She just better not be playing me to get info on my boss. Or shut down this project.

  Because she’ll find out that I can give as good as I get.

  That I have creative ways to punish her.

  Get her begging for more…

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  Talia

  “No problem getting through that fence.” I turn to my friend and partner in crime, Lem, and give her a bright smile. “Now we need to find the elusive Danton Carter.”

  Across the construction site, a few men in hard hats turn to stare. When they don’t look away immediately, my heart rate accelerates.

  Lem rolls her eyes and touches her skirt. “Not loving the dust, Talia.”

  “I don’t want to get kicked out before we talk to their boss.” I scan the area. “Do you see him anywhere?” I push my hair out of my face. “It’s so humid.”

  My eyes catch on a man by a stack of 2x4s. He’s tall and built, and has the beginnings of a scruffy beard on his chiseled face. Super hot. He meets my eyes and I look away quickly.

  “Too bad we’re not looking for that guy.” Lem nods her head in his direction. “Right?”

  “If it doesn’t have a beer gut, several rows of jowls, and a cowboy hat with a feather, it isn’t Danton Carter. Once you see his pic on the website, you can’t unsee it.”

  “Hot guy is staring.” Lem steps closer to me.

  “Act like we belong. Walk that way.” I point to a silver trailer. “Maybe Carter’s in there, eating pork rinds.”

  Lem snorts.

  “Actually, he’s not eating pork rinds. He’s devouring the small, delicate bodies of the Moorish Crane. The very ones we’re trying to save. The ones he’s killing with this expansion into the woods.” My voice rises.

  The handsome man puts down his hammer, unwraps a flannel shirt from his waist, and wipes his face with it.

  Jesus, this guy is ripped! In his mid-thirties, I’d guess, his tanned skin is muscled like a fitness model, with a six-pack, strong biceps and triceps, narrow hips, and broad shoulders. His blue jeans ride low on his hips, and those boots… I do have a thing for guys in boots and worn jeans.

  He tosses his shirt onto the pile of wood and strides toward me and my bestie, adjusting his hard hat.

  “Talia. Incoming.”

  “I can see that,” I hiss back, adjusting my skirt, wishing my heels weren’t so high. If I had sneakers on, I’d already be banging on that trailer.

  “Ladies.” His voice is low and rich, but not welcoming. “This is a construction site. Private property. I need you to leave.”

  I stick out my hand. “Hi. I’m Talia Carlsson and this is my colleague, Lem Hayes. We’re both volunteers from the—”

  He doesn’t take my hand. “I don’t care where you’re from; you need to exit the premises. You’re not authorized, and you don’t have hard hats and boots. Let’s go.”

  He gestures to the fence and gate. “I assumed the Employees Only sign might keep random people out. And the lock.” He narrows his eyes.

  I cough. “It was left open.”

  The man smiles, but it seems sort of predatory. “I suppose if I watched the security footage, I’d see exactly how you got in.”

  “Maybe there’s no need to do that.” Lem pulls at my sleeve. “We can leave right now.”

  “Not until we speak to Danton Carter.” I cross my arms.

  The man stills. “What do you want with Danton Carter?”

  “We’re from Earth First Environmentals.” I reach into my case and pull out a card. “My contact info.”

  He takes the card and slides it into his front pocket without reading it, an easy move that makes my stomach flip, as I look at his lean hips. “Let me guess.” His voice is flat. “You’re with the group that keeps pestering us.”

  “If you give us a chance to talk to him, I would appreciate it.” I make eye contact to show my sincerity. His eyes are a gorgeous cerulean blue. Holy mother of everything, who has eyes like that? And those lashes?

  “Ladies, we need to walk.” His hand hovers just above my shoulder. “If you are injured on this site, it’s my ass.”

  I try not to think about how much I’d like his ass, and how nice it looks in those jeans. I feel the warmth from his hand, and even though he doesn’t touch me, a little shiver of arousal sparks in my core.

  “We’re not going near the work zone. We just wanted to find Danton.” I look back. “Or someone who knows where he is. Can you tell me where to find him?”

  “The dangers are not limited to being hit in the head with an I-beam. You could trip over your own feet, fall and break your neck, and then sue.” He blows out a breath.

  “Does that happen super often?” Lem’s voice is innocent.

  “When people wear shoes like that, you better damn well believe it,” he says, a note of disgust in his tone, pointing at my heels.

  “Ooh, no, these shoes are very comfortable,” I disagree, glancing down. “I walk quite well in them.”

  Then I trip over an air molecule and fall right into the man.

  Strong chest. Abs of steel. Arms that encircle me with strength. And his scent – not sweaty, like you’d assume, but sort of clean. Like soap, faint aftershave. Then a hint of deodorant and musk.

  It’s over fast, then I’m back on my feet, breathing a little hard.

  “Exactly,” he says, condescension dripping from his voice, “what I was talking about.” He rolls his eyes at me and Lem, but mostly at me. “Are you alright?” It’s like those last words were pulled from him.

  “Yes.” I take a breath. “I only did that”—I sniff—“to make you feel good about yourself, like you get things right sometimes. It was intenti
onal.” I stick up my chin and cross my arms. “You’re welcome.” I uncross my arms and adjust my hair, and his eyes follow the movement.

  He scowls at me, hands on his hips, and slowly a smile works its way to his lips. “Is that so.”

  “It’s exactly so.” My mouth twitches. “Because now that you’re softened up, you’re going to take us to see Danton Carter. Who’s one elusive… guy.” Sonofabitch, is what I wanted to say, but probably it’s not the best idea to insult a man’s boss in front of him.

  “If he’s elusive to you, Ms.”—he pulls the card from his pocket and glances at it—“Carlsson, it’s for a reason. Have you considered that?”

  “What’s your name again?”

  He quirks a brow. “Again? Don’t recall I told it to you, yet.”

  “You didn’t. That was my way of asking.”

  “Kind of a roundabout way, don’t you think?”

  “So what is it?”

  He smiles at me. “You can call me Dane. Dane… Troy.”

  “And this”—he gestures at the fence through which we recently came—“is called the exit. And this”—he raises his hand in a little Miss America wave—“is goodbye.”

  “But wait.”

  “Nice chatting, ladies.” He fixes us with a steely stare, and I gulp, stepping back through the opening with Lem. He clicks the lock shut and crosses his arms over that impressive chest. “You two have a fantastic day.”

  When we don’t make a move to walk away, he raises one brow. “I’d sure hate to have to call security, which I will do in half a heartbeat if I see either of you two around here again in those.” He waves a hand at my heels, then turns to go.

  “So I can come back if I wear my combat boots?” I call, and he snorts, turns back as if he can’t resist one more look.

  “Please,” I implore. “It’s important. We have a miniscule window of opportunity here, and we only need a few minutes of his time. I’ve tried all the more traditional means—”

  “You mean legitimate—”

  “He’s not responding to emails, phone calls, texts, tweets.”

  “If he’s not responding, it means the answer to whatever you want is probably already a no. Thank him for saving you some time,” he says drily. “Bye.”

  Lem and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching as he strides back to his pile of boards. He picks up the shirt and puts it on without glancing in our direction, then heads over to the group of men nearby.

  “Is he a foreman?” Lem rummages in her purse and grabs her keys.

  “He’s a dick.” I scowl.

  “I’m sorry.” Lem turns to me. “That did not go well.”

  “Understatement. Did we look stupid?”

  “Well, women and feminists everywhere are crying, so I’d have to go with a resounding yes.” Lem shakes her head.

  I groan in frustration as we get into her Prius. “I just thought if we could see him, face to face. Once. But we can’t even get past his guard dog.”

  “It’s not over,” she consoles me. “They’re not scheduled to break into the breeding grounds for a few weeks, right? So you have time to track him down. Make your case.”

  “Yeah.” I stare at the plastic banner that sways in the desultory breeze. Danton Carter Construction Corp. It’s held up on either side by two rough pieces of wood, one of which has pink spray paint. I see more pink marks along the ground, a dashed line, probably tracing the path of a future gas line or electric wire. “They’ve already built this much. Why would they change it now just because we asked?”

  Lem nods. “And since everything they’re doing is legal, they don’t need to.”

  “Maybe Mark is right. I’m wasting my time on this crane project.”

  “Well, the thing about your time is that only you get to decide. Although…” she trails off and glances at me.

  “What?”

  “I mean, there are other breeding grounds for the cranes. And we do have other issues to handle. I hate to say bigger ones, but…” she pauses again. “I mean, you know I agree that Mark’s a douche ninety percent of the time. But he may be right, just this once.”

  “Please. Ninety-five, Lem. Get it right.”

  We both laugh, and she slows down to drive over a series of muddy bumps and a well of murky water in between.

  “This is really far out. Weird place for corporate offices, don’t you think?” Lem looks out at the wild tangle of bushes that leads into the woods.

  “That’s the thing. The zoning paperwork is so vague it could be anything.” I pull up the stack of printouts from my laptop case near my feet. “We’re assuming corporate offices. But maybe it’s a personal retreat for the big man himself. Funded with company money.”

  “The legal team tried to untangle it and said it’s legit, though. Right?”

  “Yup. And Mark said he needs them to work the sea lion issue in Carlsbad.” I sigh. “Wish I’d gone to law school sometimes.”

  “Buy a box of Cracker Jack.” Lem snorts. “I hear they have some degrees in there.”

  I smile, but then frown as we pass a meadow. “I bet he plans to develop all of this into urban blight. I can’t believe they sold him the land. Assholes, all of them. Our current city council sucks.”

  “Don’t disagree there.”

  When we make it to the main road, gravel pings the underside of the car as Lem pulls out. “Where to now?”

  “Back to the volunteer office.” I scowl. “We have to figure out our next steps.”

  But as we drive, I can’t get the image of Dane Troy out of my mind. Those eyes, those muscles. That mouth. And I can’t deny that even if we didn’t exactly get along, I’m dying to see him again.

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