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“But . . .”

“No buts, Gwyneth,” he says, brushing his lips against mine. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen . . .” Shifting us until I’m straddling him, his cock presses inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips. “We’re going to spend the rest of today and tonight fuckin’. I’m also gonna make sure you eat something. You’re gonna stop blaming yourself. Accept the club’s protection. Dagger’s moving back into the other room, we’re gonna get back to how it started out, and you’re going back to work. You help people, baby, and that’s what you need to remember. You can’t save them all.”

“I know that.” I gasp, his cock moving slowly inside me as he rolls his hips.That doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me when I lose someone, especially when it’s like Lissa. I never knew her, but she’s Bruiser’s mom. I try not to think of it, though, not with him inside me. His thick shaft hits just the right spot.

Bruiser jerks up, releases my hair, both hands moving to my rear where he palms either side of my ass. “Now, ride me, Princess.”

Gripping his shoulders and digging my nails in, I comply. I ride him, rotate my hips, and take him fully inside me with each downward movement. It feels amazing. Utterly blissfully.

In this moment, it’s only him and me. The outside world doesn’t exist. I love every minute of it. Never do I want it to end. Bruiser allows me to take my time, to ride him as I want. At least for a little while. Then he gets down to business, flips me to my back, and takes me the way I need him to.

Talk about mind-blowing, it’s exactly what he does. He blows my mind and leaves me boneless, totally spent.

CHAPTER TWELVE

GWYNETH

“What’s your actual name?” I ask, staring across the kitchen the next morning, wearing nothing more than Bruiser’s T-shirt while watching him cook breakfast, a cup of coffee in my hands. “I know your parents didn’t name you Bruiser. I mean, unless your last name is different from your mom’s, I know is Gentry.”

“My parents named me Dorian Tyler Gentry,” he answers me while flipping bacon but looks over in my direction. “My parents were married for two years before they had my sister, Leanna, she’s six years older than me.”

“That’s a pretty large age gap between the two of you,” I remark, thinking of the mere two-year difference between Simon and myself. We’re close in age, and though we love each other, it’s nothing compared to what I saw at the funeral, the way Bruiser stuck to his sister, comforting her and the children.

“Yeah, parents wanted more, but Mom couldn’t have them. They were lucky to get me out of the deal,” he states and returns his attention to the bacon.

For a moment, I allow myself to think about the night before. After two rounds in bed of him rocking my world, Bruiser ordered pizza. I’m not one for pizza, I prefer pasta, but eating it in front of the TV. Again, with me in his shirt and him just as he is now in jeans still undone. Also, like then, I keep thinking about how easily it would be to slip those jeans off him and go to my knees. Last night, he didn’t give me the chance to get my own taste. He spent it devouring me, and I loved every bit of it. Still, I want my chance to pleasure him as well. Though not while he’s dealing with hot bacon grease.

“What are the plans for today?” he asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I don’t know. I need to get back to work. Which the next shift is tomorrow.”

Angie texted me about the shift change, stating that she and Mick are back on shift tomorrow.

“You going to the gym?” Bruiser cocks a brow and plates the delicious-smelling food he’d been cooking.

“No.” I don’t want to tell him that I’m thinking of taking a break. That I thought about leaving the area.

“Why not?” Setting a plate in front of me, he takes the seat next to me, focusing his full attention on me.

“I just feel like staying home.” I shrug, pick up my fork, ready to eat and talk about this.

“I know you haven’t been teaching the class, Princess. You’ve been sparring with Rico and working out to the point of exhaustion.”

“Let me guess, my babysitters reported everything little thing I did.” I scoff and take a bite of the bacon he cooked just the way I like it without even knowing it’s how I eat it.

Bruiser watches me closely. “Colt and Carbine were doing what they were told to do. Their job was to protect you and make sure you were safe, Gwyneth. They couldn’t exactly do that when you barred them from your apartment. So, they reported in.”

“Exactly what a babysitter is supposed to do.” I shrug.

“Princess, you need to get the fuck over your issue about having the club watch over you,” he states, narrowing his gaze. “Your safety is important as well as those my brothers claimed as ol’ ladies. No one wants to see you taken, beaten, or raped.”

I feel the color draining down my face at those words. I don’t want or need to think about what could happen to me if this man actually did manage to get his hands on me. “No one is going to do that to me,” I murmur tersely, maybe even a bit weakly.

“You’re damn right. No one is going to do any of that shit to you,” Bruiser proclaims, getting up from his seat. He jerks me from mine and into his arms. “I’m gonna make sure nothing happens to you, Gwyneth. So, brace, Princess, ‘cause you’re in for a rude awakening if you can deal with not having us protect you. Dagger’s back on the rig with you and I’m at your back as well as in your bed.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to speak further. Instead, I find myself locked to him and his lips on mine. All I can do is wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight.

“Got to ask you something,” Bruiser states hours later.

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