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That alone told me that they didn’t steal her fire.

What I didn’t know at that moment in time was that I was going to break my back to make sure that no one ever managed to steal her fire.

And last, it hit me… I was fucking captivated.

Then… I watched as her cheeks took on a light pink blush and then she looked at Asher, smiled, and nodded.

He winked at her, and said, “Hey, darlin’.”

And no, it didn’t slip my brain that she hadn’t blushed. Not at fucking all.

That alone surprised me because any time a woman looked at Asher, they fucking blushed. It was the whole silver fox vibe he had going on, or so I’ve heard.

Then she looked back at me, feeling this, needing this, I opened my mouth, lowered my voice, and said, “Hey.”

I could feel them.

Piney and Asher’s stares. They knew.

I never talk.

But I just did.

To her.

She smiled shyly back at me, her cheeks taking on that light pink blush again, and whispered, “Hi.”

And with that one word, with only one syllable, she slid right beneath my skin.

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Watching Whit and Lizette up on the platform, her tits bouncing with the motion while she was riding Whit’s dick had another memory slamming into me. Hard.

No, the memory didn’t come because of the lust in Lizette’s gaze.

Nor did the memory come from watching her bounce on Whit’s dick.

No, the memory came from seeing the look on Lizette’s face and recalling the look on Adeline’s face, visually, as she rode me just shy of two years ago. The look of pure adoration.

She was given the option of picking anyone to help get the memory of those hands off her mind and her body.

And you could have knocked me over with a fucking feather when she had picked me.

Not only was I the biggest son of a bitch in the club, but my body was littered with scars.

My face, chest, arms, legs, back, you name a place on my body, I’ve got a scar as well as a story for each and every single one of them.

And when Piney had looked at her and asked why she had picked me?

She had simply smiled while clutching the bottom of her t-shirt, and said, “Because when he walked into the hospital room, he had made himself look smaller so he wouldn’t frighten me. That action says more than any mere words could ever convey.”

That seemed to be all there was to it, but I could see the gears turning in a few of my brothers’ faces.

It wasn’t until later that night after we got her settled and brought her to the clubhouse so she could finish healing that I overheard Piney asking her the real reason why.

He knew there was more to it than that.

You didn’t simply pick someone to help you get over having your body violated because of one action that took place.

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