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“Oh fuck,” I cry, burying my face in the pillow. I’m so swollen and sensitive, but it feels so damn good. He’s a man possessed now, thrusting into me so hard that I have to lift myself to my forearms so I can brace myself and press back against him with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect on my cock,” he rasps as he suddenly lowers his front over my back, and his hand comes around to cup my throat and grip it lightly as he uses the new position to give him the momentum and angle he needs. When he pulls my head back a bit, it makes my stomach and inner walls clench in reaction, which in turn makes him groan and grind himself into me. “That’s it, spitfire, squeeze me so tight I’ll never want to leave,” he whispers in my ear. “Let me feel all that wild coming on my cock. Give Daddy what he wants like a good girl.”

Well, new kink unlocked.

Between the previous orgasms, the way his piercings are sliding against me, and those words, I’m flying over the edge and screaming his name. And this time, he follows me over, and I hear him give a low groan as he grits out my name between his teeth. Seems Viper isn’t much of a screamer, but holy shit, it’s definitely sexier to hear him saying my name in a way so only I can hear.

When we both finally still, and I collapse on the bed, I know I’m in trouble. So deeply in trouble, because I don’t want to move. I don’t want to get up and leave, like I normally do. Usually, as soon as I can walk, I’m out with a wink, a thank you, and a maybe we’ll meet again some time. Not this time. This time, I’m too weak to move, and I can feel myself drifting off. And when Viper leaves to dispose of the condom and comes back to the bed, pulling me into him, I don’t fight him.

Worse, I don’t try to leave when he wakes me up a couple hours later to do it all over again. But most terrifying of all, is that when he falls asleep, I watch him and don’t want to leave. It’s not like we’ve had this big long heartfelt connection, or like we’ve fallen in love or anything so ridiculous. But our chemistry is off the charts and there’s something that makes me want to ask questions I definitely shouldn’t.

So I do the one thing I know I have to. I carefully and quietly climb out of the bed, dress, and slip out the door. Not daring to look back because I know if I do, I’m going to want to get right back into that bed, and I can’t allow that.

No, this is just going to be one of those nights I’ll remember when I’m old and gray. And probably tomorrow considering how sore I am right now. Sadie is going to love this story when I tell her. Now to just hope I haven’t cursed myself for the rest of my life settling for shit lovers because damn it all, I don’t know how anyone will ever top Viper of the Devil’s Soldiers MC.

TWO

VIPER

When it comes to my son, I will never give up until I know he’s safe.

One Month Later

“Are you ready for today, brother?” Shadow asks, watching me with those dark eyes of his. The creepy bastard always seems to know everything, but I’ve long since learned there is no use in hiding. Not to mention, I do the same with him, and so it’s not like I keep much from him anyway.

At six feet, with dark brown hair that edges on black, Shadow is a creepy fucker, but he’s also been my best friend for a long time. Former Special Forces, we call him Shadow because half the time, you don’t know he’s there until he lets you know, or it’s too late to run. He keeps his hair shorter on the sides but longer on top and has a rugged look with his ink and the scar on his jaw, but the man will do anything for his family or the club, and he’s also fantastic with Archer.

Then again, maybe he’s hoping Archer is going to be a good influence on his wild daughter, Macy, who I swear is going to land her five-year-old butt in jail before she’s a teenager. Especially if she continues to hang out with the women.

“More than,” I reply with a grim nod. “Maggie’s pitching a fit and has been blowing up my phone for the last week, but I’ve mostly been ignoring her. She’s pissed because if the judge sides with me, she’s about to lose all that money I’ve been paying her, and that loser she’s been hanging around with doesn’t have the kind of money I do. Now she’ll have to work more than just a few hours a week to afford the shit she loves more than our son.” That last part comes out in a bitter snarl. I’ll hide those feelings in front of the judge, but with my brothers, I let them hear it.

“Thought she said she was done with that shit,” Shadow says with a scowl.

I snort. Maggie is good at hiding things, but not this. It’s in the way she’s lost so much weight, and the fact she’s always sniffing and rubbing at her nose. The only thing that has saved her from me losing my complete shit with her, is that she knows better than to do it in front of Archer. But my son knows something is up, because he constantly tells me how she’s always annoyed and irritable, and she likes to sleep a lot more. Which in turn means, she missed picking him up from school, and I had to get him. She tried to say she would take me back to court and complain to the judge, but I beat her to it by filing for custody instead of weekend visits and some holidays.

“Can’t stop an addict unless they want to be stopped,” I say with a huff, scrubbing my hand over my face. God, I never thought this would be my life, but here we are. I should have taken Maggie to court a long time ago, but I always figured no judge would side with me being a biker, and Archer seemed fine with his Mom. Now, though, I know she mostly ignores him and spends more time on her phone or with her new boyfriend. And I have a feeling he’s the one that’s introduced her to the shit she’s now addicted to.

“Are you using that when you go to court?” Shadow asks curiously.

I shrug. “I only know what I’ve seen, but I have no proof. If I have to bring it up to make sure that my case is heard, then I will, but without concrete proof, I don’t want to mention it in front of Archer.” Who, despite my protests, the judge demanded be there for this hearing.

“What did Hunter say?”

Hunter Darton is the lawyer the club helped me find. The man is a shark, and I’m glad he’s on my side. Though, my ex-wife’s lawyer is equally shark-like, but the woman is a man-hater so it’s no surprise she’s fighting so hard for her client and trying to hang me out to dry. I can even respect it, but at the same time, nothing is going to stop me from making sure my son is safe. I’m going the legal route right now, but if this goes south, I’m fully prepared to take my son and run.

“Hunter said we need to ask for drug testing on Maggie, and then we need to try and prove that Archer is better off with being with either both of us equally or me full-time if she fails. The problem is that they won’t administer it today, they’ll probably do it after she’s had a few days to get it out of her system. I only asked him to make sure the request isn’t made in front of Archer.” I may not like my ex-wife, but I won’t purposely harm the relationship my son has with her. I’m an asshole, but when it comes to my son, I’ll put that aside.

“Can they do a hair follicle test?” Shadow asks. “That shit would make sure she can’t hide anything she’s been doing.”

I shrug. “Depends on the judge and how harsh he wants to be. But I’m going to let Hunter do all the talking. I don’t care what he requests, as long as Archer is safe.”

“You find anything on the new boyfriend?”

I shake my head. “Hunter advised me not to look into him unless it’s absolutely necessary because it will hurt my chances of getting Archer if they catch wind of it and bring it back to the court.”

Shadow snorts. “As if Cryos would ever let that happen.”

“I know, but for now, I’m going to see how today goes, and then I’ll make some decisions.”

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