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“More,” she begged. “I need more.”

Within seconds, her clothes were removed until she was completely bare in front of me.

“I need all of you, Reese. Every inch. Please don’t deprive me a second longer.”

After undressing, I settled between her legs, running the head of my cock through her folds and wetting the tip with her juices.

“Tell me you’re mine, Shasta. Forever, now, and always.”

She nodded breathlessly. “I’m yours.”

My cock sank into her, possessing her in ways I’ve always wanted. With each inward thrust, her fingers dug into me, clutching me, dragging me closer, drinking in our passion like she’d been craving it for months.

“I love you,” I murmured, brushing my lips over her neck, cheek, and ear. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too,” she moaned. “Faster. Please!”

The speed of my thrusts increased, and she started to scream, her whole body shuddering as the headboard banged violently against the wall.

The wood beneath us cracked, and the mattress hit the floor, but we were so consumed by our sinful reunion to notice the breaking bed. Pulling up her legs, I got even deeper, making the woman mine even more so than before.

“I’m going to come, Reese!” she moaned to the heavens, eyes rolling up into her head as her legs and ass jiggled beneath me.

Her walls clenched around my shaft, and without warning, my load shot into her, filling her to the brim.

We both laid there for a second, completely spent. She was fucking breathing so erratically, and it was a phenomenal sight to behold.

This woman was my whole damn world, and when I returned home, every damn asshole in that place would know it. I don’t give a fuck who has been with her before. Shasta Hall was mine to own, and the second we returned to the clubhouse, I was staking my claim, letting all those assholes know just who owned the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.

Chapter Thirty

Shasta

Every cell in my body was on high alert as we pulled back into the clubhouse parking lot.

Wasp had followed us home, but he was silent the entire time. He barely said a word to me anymore. Maybe it was out of respect for Snyder, but I think a lot of it had to do with disappointment.

But he knew I was right. He wasn’t the right Lewd Outlaw for me. The only one that mattered, was the man I was currently clutching on to, both of us worrying about the backlash my return would bring.

Snyder had warned me that a lot of them were pissed, some of them even blamed me for what happened in the club. My thoughts mirrored theirs. Would Warrant still be alive if I had never fallen down this strange rabbit hole I found myself in?

Now I was standing on their doorstep, waiting for the firing squad to commence.

Snyder gripped my hand, forcing me to look up at him. “Hey, whatever happens in there, just remember that we can get through anything as long as we are together.”

Nodding, I fell into step behind him, taking slow, deep breaths to fight the anxiety rising to the surface.

A lot had happened in two days. The worst was saying goodbye to Ramona, Axl, Josie, and Summer. I’d say Joe too, but the man went into hibernation the second he heard we were leaving.

Josie had given me a sad hug, whispering into my hair, “Don’t worry, he’ll come around.”

But losing Joe’s friendship almost broke me. For the last five months, he was the person who kept me together, while Ramona played doctor with Josie. His rejection of our friendship wounded me, but I understood why. It was the same reason I couldn’t fully give him my heart... it just hurt to get too close.

Ramona and I gave each other a long hug, and we both had to wipe away our tears. “I don’t think I’d still be living if you hadn’t been there to support me all these years,” I told her. “Thank you for being my friend and always being there for me.”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to miss the hell out of you, Shasta. Please come back to see us when you can.”

“We will,” Snyder said, holding out the cut that was in his hand. “This belongs to you, Brother.”

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