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I make a beeline for Anna, sitting beside her, and pulling her in tight. She melts into me and lays her cheek on my chest. “You okay, sweetheart?”

She nods, not looking up at me. “I’m better now that you’re here.”

I tell her and Vapor about how we tracked down Scott and his brother, only to discover they had nothing to do with my boat getting torched. Vapor’s expression blanks out. I know him well enough to realize this means he’s as stumped as the rest of us but doesn’t want to alarm the womenfolk.

I cuddle Anna up and continue making polite conversation, hoping to distract Trix and Hark from their anxiety until Siege, Rigs, and Rider show up with their old ladies. Cleo and Mattie go on a coffee quest.

Rigs takes Hark aside and talks him down to the point that he can at least sit down with Rigs’ son, Evan, and talk. Evan is a year older than Hark, but he’s prospecting for the Legion, which is something Hark is interested in doing once he’s done with high school, so they have a lot to talk about.

After half an hour, Tracker sticks his head around the door to give us a quick update, saying the baby’s responding to treatment, but they’re gonna keep her in for a couple of days. Everything checked out okay, but because she’s so young they don’t wanna take any chances.

It’s good news, but it’s still worrying for all of us. Mel is like a sister to everyone in the club, and when she’s hurting, we all hurt. Anna must feel how tense I am because she clutches me closer and rises up to drop a kiss on my lips before laying her head back down on my chest. God, this woman makes me feel so fucking seen and respected. I need her in my life something fierce, so I remind myself not to fuck this up.

Since Anna is falling asleep, and everything seems to be under control, I peace out with my club brothers and we head back to the clubhouse. My brothers understand why we left, there’s nothing we can do here, and after the incident with the boat we both need to decompress and get some shut-eye. Tomorrow morning we’re gonna have an early meeting and see if we can get to the bottom of who torched my boat, so it’s easier to stay here than go back home to the tattoo shop. We’re both dead tired so after a quick shower we crash out in Rigs’ old suite for the night. Falling asleep with the woman I’m falling in love with, feels like winning the romance lottery.

Chapter 16

Annalese

I wake up with a hot biker curled around me. I snuggle back against him, loving the feeling of being his little spoon. When he shifts, his thick cock slides against my ass. It’s a thrilling reminder that we didn’t get a chance to have sex last night. We had both been too exhausted. The thought of making up for lost time is too tempting, especially when Haze pulls me back against his chest.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

Rubbing my backside against his cock, I respond, “Well rested and ready for some lovin’.”

I feel his cock throb against my heated skin, as his hand moves down between my legs. “Not wet enough,” he murmurs drowsily.

I give him an indignant huff. “In my own defense, I’ve only been awake for two minutes.”

“I want you on my face. Say yes, and I’ll make you all kinds of wet for me,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

Glancing over my shoulder, I tell him, “You could use your hands.” I don’t know why but jumping on his face first thing in the morning seems rude.

“Need to taste you. I need it.” Rolling over onto his back, he taps his chest. “I want one knee on each side of my head and your pretty pussy spread open against my mouth. Don’t make me beg.”

I begin moving into place almost immediately because his softly spoken words stoke my desire, making me want to do everything he says.

Once I’m where he wants me, I feel momentarily vulnerable, spread open above his face. His big hands come up to wrap around my ass and his thumbs slide through my slit, honing in on my core and my clit. Pleasure floods my pussy when his thick fingers tease me and spread me open for this mouth.

Haze’s devilish tongue delights in teasing an orgasm out of me almost immediately. Making me come is so effortless for him. He excels where other men have failed, and I love that about him. His tongue does a lazy figure of eight, rimming my now weeping core and up around my clit. This is Haze’s idea of giving me a break between orgasms, but one is enough. I’m ready to have him inside me. We’ve spent all this time fooling around and want to take things to the next level. So, I tap out.

When I smack my hand against his shoulder, he reluctantly lets me go.

“So soon?” he asks grumpily.

“I want your cock inside me.” Telling him what I want directly, causes him to sit up and pay attention.

Gazing up at me, he asks, “You sure about that, sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, yesterday was pretty stressful for you.”

After every guy I’ve ever dated constantly pestered me for sex, hearing Haze rein in his own sexual needs to make sure I’m comfortable, hits me right in the feels. He’s thousand times better than any man I’ve met, much less dated.

“Oh, I want it alright,” I say as I move down and rub my pussy against his abs.

He groans, “So fucking sexy.”

He rolls over on top of me and I bring my legs up on either side to give him room to work. Instead of diving right in, he lifts one of my legs and cradles it in the crook of his arm. I feel his thick cock sliding through my folds. A needy sound escapes from the back of my throat when the tip of his cock collides with my sensitive clit.

“You like that don’t you, beautiful?” His rough voice whispers in my ear.

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