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I nod once, and he presses his lips in a thin line before he answers. “Never.”

“Emotionally?”

“Not if I can ever help it.”

“Are you going to cheat on me?” I ask.

“Don’t see a reason to.”

Sliding my hand from the center of his chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck. “Then I don’t care about anything else.”

“I will kill for you, Kyle. To protect you. To keep you. I will kill for you and not even think twice. I won’t even blink.”

Leaning over him, I touch my lips to his. “Good,” I exhale. “I’ll try to be so good to you that you’ll feel that way every day of your life.”

“Fuck,” he hisses.

No more words are spoken. He lifts my hips slightly, then glides me down along his length. I take all of him inside of me with ease, and without even an ounce of hesitation, I begin to move.

I fuck him slow and easy, coming for the third time this evening. And I know that I said it wasn’t the only reason I wanted him, but I can’t help but be grateful that he’s a man who can make me come so damn good—he makes every single ounce of me feel absolutely amazing, inside and out.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

GNAW

I can’t lether anywhere out of my sight. I don’t know how I’m going to go on with my duties at the club, not when I can’t even leave her with Ophelia, and I’ve got one of the fuckers tied up, and the rest are dead.

“You ready?” I ask.

I look over to Kyle, who is shoving clothes into a suitcase. She’s a professional at this shit, and it shows. I fucking hate that shit for her. She stands in front of her suitcase, her hands on her hips before she lifts her head, her attention shifting to meet mine.

“Are we coming back here?” she asks.

Fuck me.

We.

I love that shit. Absolutely love it. The feeling I get when she says that—we—when she asks me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before in my goddamn life. I could kick down a brick wall barefoot.

“Yeah, baby. We’ll be back. Can’t let you not have your Ophelia time,” I say with a chuckle.

She gives me a smile, and I watch as she takes a few things out of her neatly packed bag and places them around the room. A few things she hangs up, a couple of little whatever she places on the nightstand. Then she turns to me with a smile.

“I’m ready now,” she states.

I hold out my hand, palm facing up, and she slips her fingers inside. There’s a truck with a prospect waiting outside. I sent him a text a while ago and asked him to bring a cage to take Kyle’s bags to the clubhouse, but she’s on the back of my bike.

After touching my mouth to hers, I make my way over to the bed and lift her bag off before I pull it toward the door and her. She follows behind me, locking the door to her room as the prospect loads up her bag.

I thank him, and he promises to meet us at the clubhouse before he starts the engine and reverses out of the parking spot. When I look at her car, I almost ask her if she wants to drive, and I’ll follow her, but I decide against it.

I don’t want her even that far from me right now. Maybe not ever again. “You good leaving your car here?” I ask.

She hums. “I am,” she says as she walks to the bike and climbs on.

I smile at the sight of her. She looks damn good on the back of my bike. Then I wonder if she’d fuck me on it. Bet I she would, without hesitation. Climbing onto the bike in front of her, I start the engine, and she instantly wraps her arms around my waist.

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