Free Racing Hard (Dirt Track Dogs Book 4) by P. Jameson Page B

when she started shaking her head. “I can’t.”
    Surge went cold. “Can’t?”
    She shook her head, looking miserable.
    “But… why? Do you need more time? Maybe I’m coming on too strong. I told you, I’m patient. I’ll wait for you—”
    “No. Stop.” Her tone was pure agony as her hand slid down to her belly, covering her claw marks. “I can’t . The attack shredded my uterus. It’s too scarred up to allow a pregnancy.”
    And the hits kept coming. Goddamn it.
    “You can’t have young?” he whispered, feeling despair for her. For them . Because he was in her future. He refused to believe otherwise.
    She blinked a volley of tears away and stared at some spot over his shoulder pretending to be strong.
    In one move, he pulled her off the ground, wrapping her in his arms so he could hold her tight while she let it all go. “S’all right. It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.”
    Pressing her face to his neck, she sobbed quietly.
    “We’re in this together, baby girl.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear as he breathed the truth into her. “Me and you, until the sun goes down on the Surge show. Nothing could take me away from you.”
    She shook her head, her hair brushing his cheek. “But that’s what I’m saying. If… if we do this, me and you… we might never have a family. I’ve seen you with Grace. You were meant to be a father.”
    “Yes. And you were meant to be a mother. You’re a natural, the way you’ve tended to our little one. We’ll either find a way, or we’ll learn to be satisfied being a family of two.”
    She pulled back to look at him. Even with tear streaked cheeks and a Rudolph nose, she was so damn beautiful. “Surge…” Her voice was full of despair.
    “Tana…”
    “Why do you want me? I’m broken.”
    “Because, baby. There’s nothing more beautiful than two fucked up people fitting their broken pieces together to make something whole. Can’t you see it? The way our broken pieces match?”
    “I do see it,” she whispered, curving her palm around his cheek.
    “Mate me, Tana. Complete me. Be mine.” His heart was on the ledge. If she said yes, it’d leap into the abyss and never come back. He’d be hers for the long haul and love every fucking minute of it.
    Her watery gaze transformed into a tiny smile. “I want this. I want everything. With you, Surge.”
    Relieved, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Is that a yes?”
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    Surge inhaled deep, pushing back his own tears. With her uttered word, his wolf felt stronger, like he had a purpose. To protect and provide. To make her and their little girl happy.
    There was only one thing left to do.
    “I’m going to kiss you now,” he rasped. “And I’m not going to stop until you’re claimed. Until you carry my mark on your body. Until my scent is so mixed up with yours, people know we belong to each other. Understand?”
    “Oh god,” she moaned. “This is happening.”
    “Fuck yes, this is happening, Tana. Are you ready?”
    She caressed his cheek, staring into his eyes, loving him with her gaze. “Take me now.”
    A growl rumbled in his chest, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He dove for her mouth, her lush lips meeting his in a clash of fury. For a first kiss, it wasn’t gentle. He didn’t softly explore her. He devoured her. And she came at him with equal force, betraying her desperation and all she’d been holding back for the past few weeks.
    He broke their kiss long enough to pull her to a stand, and then found her lips again, prying them open to taste the seductive heat of her mouth. Her tongue was soft but desperate, needing him like he needed her.
    Sliding his hands past her ribs, down to the dip of her waist, he lifted her to wrap her legs around his body. His knees went weak when her center brushed against the tip of his hardened cock.
    He wouldn’t take her on the ground, though the wolf in him found the idea to be hot as fuck. Gritty and real, totally