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“I can’t get enough.”

“That makes two of us.”

I shudder as he lines up and starts to push into me, and my back arches further on its own. We fall forward together until I’m resting my forearms and elbows on the seat of the bike and Hendrix is buried inside me. I’ve lost track of the number of times we’ve done this at this point, but this time feels different in a way I can’t pinpoint. It isn’t just sex. It’s more than the primal need and hunger I usually feel.

As he throbs inside me, something else does too. It’s a deep, intense connection I’ve only felt hints of before that’s warm and growing brighter like a coal in a fire. The only word I can think of to describe how it feels is… complete.

I feel whole with him inside me like this. Like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be and who I’m supposed to be with.

Hendrix rolls his hips backward, slowly pulling himself out of me, and I can’t help gripping him as he does. He groans his approval, then crashes back into me, rocking the bike beneath us with the force of it, but the kickstand is sturdy and keeps us all upright.

Hendrix doesn’t seem to notice or care though as he picks up the pace, driving in and out of me like a man possessed. He even starts to use the swing of the bike to help get deeper into me, timing his thrusts so that I’m rocking backward onto his cock as he pushes into me like I’m in a sling. My fingernails dig into the leather cushion, and I throw my head back in pleasure.

I glance over my shoulder at him to find his eyes are intensely focused on watching his cock disappear in and out of me. But he spots me watching and glances up at me with his eyes so full of passion that they look like melted emeralds swirling in the fire between us.

I wonder if he’s feeling the same connection, the same deepness I am.

Like he can read my thoughts, he reaches both hands up to my shoulders and grips them tightly to brace himself so he can increase the pace again, clapping and slamming into my cheeks so hard and fast that I’m amazed we haven’t knocked the bike over. A car hurtles past on the road beside us, and I’m sure they got a show they weren’t asking for, but we’re both too lost to the sensation to give a damn.

“Come for me,” Hendrix grunts through short breaths. “Fucking melt for me.”

His words give me chills and make an orgasm swell. I couldn’t hold it back even if I tried, so I rest my face on the leather seat and hold on to the bike for dear life as it roars through me. My body shudders and my knees give, but Hendrix keeps me upright by the shoulders and doesn’t let up until his own release overwhelms him.

He bottoms out in me, pulling me backward into him by the shoulders, and grunts as he goes rigid. I feel him spasming inside me, flooding me with his warmth, and let out a little gasp as his knot swells and locks us together.

Panting, he falls forward onto me, kissing my shoulder and neck.

I smile against the leather, feeling the most sated I’ve felt in a while. “Thank you.”

He laughs against me. “Always, darlin’.”

Chapter 35

Jesse

I pause to wipe off my brow and check on the horizon. I heard the roar of the motorcycle a few minutes ago, which means that Grace is back with Hendrix from riding around for a few hours.

I love that she’s overcoming her fear and having fun with it. And I know Hendrix has had a hell of a good time teaching her how to ride the bike. Helping her find more confidence has helped him to find confidence for himself in his own riding, which makes me glad as hell to see.

Blinking, I shake my head as I pull myself out of my thoughts. Damn it. I’ve been just standing here staring into the distance like a fool thinking about Grace for the past few minutes. It’s far from the first time. I’m a sap over her.

I can practically feel my dad playfully shoving me in the shoulder and telling me to get a move on, boy, this barn ain’t gonna sweep itself.

He would love that Grace was here, making us happy. He’d love that I had officially made the other men my pack and that we were all living together, that the ranch hadn’t died and is still full of laughter and people.

Dad’s death was probably the worst time of my life. I know I couldn’t have gotten through it on my own. Easton and Hendrix have insisted that’s not true, but I know they’re just being kind because they believe in me as their leader. I know myself, and I know I needed my pack to get through this.

I’m just glad that they were here. They were the missing pieces I didn’t know I needed. They were the ones that helped me keep everything afloat and prevented my family’s legacy from dying.

And now we have Grace. The other missing piece.

It’s sort of been something in the back of my mind, the idea of having an Omega or even perhaps a Beta, but someone. But I know Cade’s got his hang ups, and we’re in the middle of a small town where we already know everyone, so I didn’t think it would really happen. Just an idle pipe dream in my daydreams, but nothing more. It’s not like I didn’t have a huge amount of stuff to work on at the ranch, taking up all my time and energy.

Now Grace is here and I don’t know what we’ll do without her. It’s moments like these I wish Dad was here. I could turn to him and ask for his advice.

Dad was the kind of guy who just cut through bullshit. He’d lay it all out for me and make it all feel so simple and easy.

I still miss him. But at least I can think of him fondly and not with the anger and pain I had when he first passed.

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