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I roll my eyes as the brothers laugh, and Breaker murmurs, “This is better than TV.”

I give him a grin, because yeah, it probably is, then look back at Piston, who smiles and asks, “You’re in college?”

I nod. “Part-time while interning at Summer’s Vets to be a vet nurse. I’m learning from Brook, Tech’s old lady, and my best friend.” I squeeze Piston’s arm. “She made me godmother to her son…. Can you believe that?”

His eyes soften as he pulls me into his arms, and whispers, “I’m proud of you, after everything you’ve been through…. I’m so fucking proud of you. And yes, I’ll help you pass your math class.”

I nod, sighing with relief because I really don’t want to redo the year.

Just then, my father speaks, “Can I please hold my daughter?”

My eyes tear up. I’m so mad at him, yet I have missed him so much, and knowing he resigned as soon as he heard I was missing….

He loved that job.

Sniffling, I move out of Piston’s arms and straight into my father’s, and my body shakes. My sobs rip from my chest, my past, my pain, pouring out of me as my father holds me tight.

There’s so much pain to work through, but I hope and pray, we can get through it, because I have missed him. I’ve missed all of them.

They’re my family, every man in this room is, even if I’m still pissed at my husband, my love outshines everything else. Freedom from my terror fills me.

It’s just a shame I didn’t keep my guard up; then maybe everyone would have survived what came next.

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Sniper – Three Days Later

I groan, feeling a warm, wet heat sliding down my cock, gripping me. I open my eyes, sleep still clouding them, but I make out the figure sucking me into her body, taking all of me.

I moan, my hands gripping my woman’s hips as I realize what’s pulled me from my sleep.

“Fuck, I love your pregnancy hormones,” I rasp, sitting up, my eyes connecting with my beautiful woman’s green ones.

She gasps, muttering, “You’re still in the doghouse.”

I chuckle, not believing the words she uttered. “Uh huh.”

I take her lips hard.

I know she’s still pissed at me, but I also know she loves me; it’s why she hasn’t tried to leave me; it’s why she hasn’t mentioned the divorce papers I tore up.

She’s still punishing me, though. She’ll talk to me about Autumn and what we’ll need for the twins, she’ll fuck me, making sure it’s more for her pleasure—as it should be, and she’ll let me hold her. She won’t kiss me lovingly unless we’re like this, she won’t cook for me if Autumn demands her cooking, which is fucking torture, and she won’t tell me about her day at the vet, which sometimes can be fucking annoying because one of their clients has a thing for my wife, and she’s punishing me with it.

But I know I need to allow it.

I mean, I did omit being a brother, and I may have tampered with her pills and blatantly lied about who I screwed before she came. And let’s not forget me being the club player, and we’ll leave out me locking her up to stop her from divorcing me, which still haunts me knowing what I know now.

I’m lucky I still have my balls.

Aurora pushes her tongue through my lips, tangling it with mine, and I groan at her taste, squeezing her hips as she lifts, and then slams back down, swiveling her pelvis for friction.

I allow her to take her pleasure, gently rubbing my thumbs over her sensitive nipples for extra stimulation, making her gasp, and I swallow the sound.

Our kiss heats up as her movement quickens, her walls tightening even more around me, causing my balls to tighten.

“Come for me, Firecracker,” I rasp breathlessly against her lips as I thrust up hard.

She grips my hair on the nape of my neck, and drops her head back, my lips instantly going to her neck, marking her, knowing she’s still refusing to wear my cut.

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