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  With a pointed tongue, she traced its shape. “Let me down, baby,” she hissed, dragging her teeth up to his throat. “I want you inside me.”

  Wrapping her arms around his head, she tried to force their mouths together again. “In front of the sap?”

  Relaxing her kiss, she spoke against him. “What if this is our last chance?” she murmured, licking the seam of his lips. “What if there’s never another chance to have me?”

  The question was a tease, though there was an element of truth in it. They’d lived without each other for months.

  With her arms and legs locked around his neck and torso, he loosened his embrace. Harlow didn’t disconnect from his body, she clung to him while he wrestled off his shirt to toss it aside.

  Collapsing onto the bed, Ryske scooped her legs higher around him, grinding himself down harder. In a feigned attempt to fight him, she pushed back, matching his vigor.

  Harlow whimpered. “Oh, fuck, Crash,” she gasped.

  Seizing her throat, Ryske rose up revealing his manic need.

  Also by Scarlett Finn

  GO NOVELS

  GO WITH IT

  GO IT ALONE

  GO ALL OUT

  EXILE

  HIDE & SEEK

  KISS CHASE

  THE BRANDED SERIES

  BRANDED

  SCARRED

  MARKED

  THE KINDRED SERIES

  RAVEN

  SWALLOW

  CUCKOO

  SWIFT

  FALCON

  FINCH

  THE EXPLICIT SERIES

  EXPLICIT INSTRUCTION

  EXPLICIT DETAIL

  EXPLICIT MEMORY

  RISQUE SERIES

  TAKE A RISK

  RISK IT ALL

  GAME OF RISK

  HARROW DUET

  FIGHTING FATE

  FIGHTING BACK

  MISTAKE DUET

  MISTAKE ME NOT

  SLEIGHT MISTAKE

  STANDALONE ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

  RELUCTANT SUSPICION

  RESCUED

  STANDALONE CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

  GETTING TRICKY

  HEIR’S AFFAIR

  MAESTRO’S MUSE

  REMEMBER WHEN…

  RIVALS ON AIR

  SWEET SEAS

  THIRTEEN

  XY FACTOR

  Copyright © 2019 Scarlett Finn

  The right of Scarlett Finn to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

  First published in 2019

  Apart from any use permitted under UK copyright law, this publication may only be reproduced, stored, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, with prior permission in writing of the publishers or, in the case of reprographic production, in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency.

  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved.

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  Harlow Sweeting couldn’t have dreamt there would ever come a point in her life when she’d be accustomed to the sound of jail. Turned out three months was all it took.

  The rules weren’t so bad. Well, most of them.

  Throughout her childhood, rules were the norm. Her parents’ rules weren’t quite as stringent as the ones she had to follow in jail. It wasn’t like she’d grown up under lock and key or without a scrap of privacy. Although, her mom probably would’ve preferred it that way.

  Six of the seven jail units housed male inmates; only one was meant for women. In total, there were around two hundred and fifty inmates meant to abide by the rules. Her included.

  This facility was a change of scene. She’d started her tenure in a compound closer to the city where it was dirtier, more crowded, and scarier… Not that she’d ever let on about the last one.

  Anyone who said jail wasn’t an intimidating place was lying. Living in government accommodations made for a tense experience, especially in the first few days. After a while, the routine became easier. Over time the inmates got used to newcomers and no one was ever “new” for long. The next batch of fresh meat was always just over the horizon.

  Learning how not to make herself a target and how to keep her head down were priorities. Eventually, Harlow had formed some alliances. Friends would be too strong a word. No one could ever relax enough to trust anyone else’s story all the way. It paid to be wary. Being on guard was the only way to ensure staying alive.

  The women in her current unit were still getting used to her, but she’d get there. Unfortunately, Harlow had nothing but time in this place.

  After following the line on the floor, she and a bunch of other female inmates waited for the guard to open the door to the visitation room. The familiar jangle of keys and thud of locks was never as optimistic as when she was waiting to get into this room.

  Visitation had been a difficult process; more so for those on the outside than her. Lena had never come; Harlow understood why. Her parents had visited. Rupert and Clyde as well. Her crew were the ones who got most perturbed if they couldn’t get in.

  Everyone wanted an explanation.

  Everyone, including the man currently waiting for her in the visitation hall.

  It never mattered how many of the circular tables were occupied, Harlow always pinpointed Ryske like he was standing alone under a spotlight on a darkened stage. Others she might take a minute to notice, but him, she always saw straight away.

  From across the room, they zeroed in on each other. Neither would blink. Whenever she was striding toward him, she would pretend they were in a nightclub, or at Floyd’s, anywhere except in jail. Under his all-consuming scrutiny, she’d bask in the fantasy for a few seconds. In those fleeting instants, she was a woman going to join a man, nothing else existed.

  It never lasted. Someone would make a noise or there would be a smell that would remind her this was no dancehall.

  Each inmate was allowed a maximum of two visits a week. Only two people were allowed at any one time. Hence why there were often conflicts to resolve. All of her crew had come to see her, including Bale. She enjoyed how the guys could make her forget with stories of their antics, even if it was only for a few minutes.

  Licking her lips, Harlow anticipated Ryske’s hands before they slid onto either side of her face. They carried on into her hair beneath her ears, scooping her mouth up so he could kiss her as thoroughly as was allowed.

  She scraped her nails on his shirt, letting them catch the neck to pull it down so she could make contact with his tattoo.

  “Hey!” the guard against the wall five feet away called.

  Ryske stepped back and opened his hands at the guy. “Every fucking week.”

  “Shh,” she said, pushing him down to the bench at his side of the table.

  Once they were seated, they weren’t allowed back up again until the end of the visit. The most they could do was hold hands across the wide table. Harlow didn’t care that the seats were uncomfortable, or that she had to perch in a half crouch just to reach him, but she hated that they were so far apart.

  “Bet that guy never gets any from his fucking wife,” Ryske muttered over his shoulder.

  She squeezed his hands. “Would you please stop trying to start fights with the guards who get to decide whether or not I get put into solitary?”

  “You been a bad girl this week, baby?” he asked, dipping to kiss her knuckles, which made the guard clear his throat and Ryske growl. “What the hell problem does he have with me kissing your fucking hands? He got a thing for you, baby, huh? I get it. You’re the hottest piece of ass in this place, on the fucking planet. He’s jealous. Well, she’s fucking taken so—”

  “Stop swearing, it’s not allowed,” she said, transferring her hand from inside his to on top so she could stroke his knuckles.

  “It’s how I talk. Swearing is how I talk—”

  “Crash,” she said. “I’ll get up and walk out of here if you don’t calm down. What’s wrong with you today? You haven’t been riled like this for weeks.” Not since the first visits he’d had to make to her behind bars. “What happened?”

  “I talked to your lawyer,” he grumbled.

  Understanding, she nodded. “She told you it’s going to be at least another six months until the trial,” Harlow said, lacing her fingers through his.

  “Something about the prosecution gathering evidence. It’s fucking nuts. They said they have you on video going in. That’s their evidence. That’s it. What do they need to gather about that? It’s a flimsy fucking case and they know it.”

  Harlow wished she could do more to calm him down. None of the truths they had to face were easy. “My blood is
at the scene.”

  “Because he hit you,” he said. Harlow tried to be subtle about sealing her mouth. “Or because it was there from when he held you prisoner?” Curling her lips into her mouth, she hated that they were back here again, and could tell from the way he grumbled that he wasn’t a fan either. “I don’t understand why you won’t talk.”

  It broke her heart to see him so frustrated. “Baby, I’ve been telling you since the beginning of this…” Looking him square in the eye, she didn’t blink. “I’m going to be convicted of murder. You said it yourself, twenty years… That’s what we’re looking at.” She cleared her throat and forced herself to speak. “You have to move on.”

  “No.”

  “Ryske, I love you. You know that I do. But I won’t let you keep coming here every week and doing this to yourself… It’s crazy… Please tell me the guys are saying the same thing. I talked to Dover and—”

  “Yeah, stop fucking doing that. It pisses all of us off.”

  “Calling the bar?”

  “Demanding we abandon you,” he stated.

  Part of her wanted to remind him that they hadn’t hesitated to do that before. Except she didn’t want to be cruel when they’d all been so kind to her.

  Ryske wasn’t a sulker; he didn’t pout. He was cocky and wasn’t great at hearing what he didn’t want to hear. He’d been like that since they met. Nothing about her going to jail had lessened his confidence.

  “Bale told me he got his job back,” she said, trying to change the subject.

  His scowl deepened. “You want to do that? Sit here and shoot the shit like our entire fucking lives aren’t circling the drain?”

  She widened her smile. “Noon told me about Frida. She faked a pregnancy?” Harlow laughed. “That’s funny… I mean, I guess it’s not ha-ha funny, but a girl’s got to be desperate to get into the apartment if she goes to those lengths… None of you liked her?”

  “Switching off reality isn’t so easy for me, Trink,” he said. “Guess you’ve got no fucking clue what it does to me to see you in here.” He laid a hand on his chest. “My heart fucking stops every time you walk through that door in that fucking jumpsuit…” He looked away. “It should be me.”

  “Hey,” she said, planting her feet on the floor to rise in a subtle crouch that gave her the reach to touch his face and bring his attention back to her. “That wouldn’t change anything… that would just put both of us here. We’ve talked about this. You can’t confess. You can’t. You weren’t even there.”

  For a second, he looked into her. “But you were,” he said and snatched her hands closer. “Baby, you have to talk to me. You have to tell me what happened.” Shaking her head, she tried to retreat, but he just clung tighter. “What is it? What are you protecting? Who are you protecting? I don’t get what the fuck happened that would make you clam up like this. Everything to the cops was ‘no comment.’ You won’t even tell the lawyer what happened… She gave me the papers.”

  That perked Harlow up. “The power of attorney and medical proxy stuff? Did you sign them?” He nodded. “I don’t have much in the way of assets, some jewelry, that’s about it. There’s some money in the bank and—”

  “I don’t want your fucking money.”

  “I know that,” she said, sinking down to lay her temple on the table. “I know that, baby… Look at me, Crash.” Their hands were still linked, but she lay to the side, her head on the table, her smile spread wide. “I was dreaming about you last night… I woke up wet for you.”

  She didn’t know if the guard heard the whisper, but Ryske did and that was all she cared about. “I’m supposed to cheer you up.”

  “You do every night at lights out,” she said and sat up to pull their hands in her direction. “Ryske, I wouldn’t have gotten through this without you. You don’t know what our time together means to me. I’m just sorry I… I’m sorry I wasted so much of it.”

  His mood was a little lighter, so he took a turn to be optimistic. “We’re going to have plenty of it after you get out of here.”

  That statement only made her sigh. “I’m not getting out of here, Ryske,” she said. “When they sentence me, I could go anywhere. This place is already two hours from Floyd’s.”

  “Forty-five minutes for Noon,” he said, making her smile. “Look, Trink, you can keep telling me to move on and to stop visiting. But I don’t care if I have to drive cross-country just to turn round and come back again to make it in time for next visiting. I’m going to keep coming for you.”

  His eyelids began to sink and his lips curled. He was flirting with her and it was working.

  “I don’t think I miss anything more than the taste of you,” she whispered. “The other girls talk about good coffee and chocolate cake… All I ever think about is you.”

  “I’ll mail you some in your letters,” he said, but couldn’t hold in his own laugh. It got out even before hers did.

  “Think you’d start a riot,” she said. “We women are pretty sex-starved in here…” Harlow glanced around at the tables surrounding theirs. “They’ve noticed how many men come here to visit.”

  “To visit you?”

  She shrugged. “My mom’s been the only woman. She’s only come once. It’s too much for her… I understand that.”

  Much as Harlow was sure of what she was doing, there was still a part of her that felt shame for disappointing her parents. “Marlowe still coming?”

  She nodded, tracing her fingernail around the star on his wrist. “Less now than he did… I told him he’s off the hook for our deal. Don’t think it’s good for business to be associated with a murderess.”

  “Told you I’d get you one way or another,” he said, gaining her attention. “By default… I’ll take it.”

  “Crash… will you do something for me, baby?”

  Narrowing one eye, he was sort of squinting at her, which made his suspicion obvious. “Last time you conned me with that, you told me to let you go. What do you want me to do?”

  “Get laid,” she said. Ryske groaned. “Maze told me you haven’t been with anyone since me. Is that true?”

  “I haven’t been with anyone except you since we met,” he said, pushing her arm up to show her stars. “And I won’t be with anyone until you’re out of here… Well, guess I should be honest, sometimes you do join me in the shower.”

  “Tease,” she said and he winked. “That’s the last place we did it.”

  “It is,” he said, taking her hand to his mouth. “Boy am I glad we did.”

  “Sure, otherwise you might not have had the chance to change my mind about shower sex.”

  “Told you, baby, you just needed the right guy.”

  Sliding her hand away, she managed to get both from him and tucked them under the table. “And you need to get yourself the right girl… It’s not me, Ryske. I wish it could be, but… it’s not me.” His expression didn’t change. “Are you hearing me?”

  “No,” he said. “I’m not listening to your waffling.”

  “You’re an arrogant prick, you know that?”

  Her question just fueled his confidence. “Damn right, baby. Just how much do you want me?” He leaned over the table. “Are your panties soaked through right now?”

  It was amazing how he could tease her, and use that damn swagger of his to take her right out of this place. “I’m not wearing panties.”

  The guard coughed at them. Ryske didn’t turn this time, but his eyes did rise like he was trying to temper his instinctive reaction to lash out or rage. “I don’t know how the fuck you deal with this place.”

  “It’s easier when you’re not here,” she said. “I think you bring out the naughty in me.”

  “That’s the hope, Trink.”

  Letting herself take her hands from beneath the table, she slid them across to his again. “Remember the night we met?” she asked, opening her fingers at the same time he did.

  Their palms stayed flat on the table, but their digits twined.

  “Mm hmm.”

  “I remember I was nervous to shake Maze’s hand after he told me you were criminals… Now all I dream about at night is riding his best friend raw… It’s amazing how far we’ve come, isn’t it?”