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Moments pass as his pace increases and I meet him at every thrust until I can’t hold on any longer.

“That’s it, little bird, come with my cock in this beautiful ass and my fingers in your dripping cunt.”

“Gabriel,” I cry.

“Again.”

“Gabriel…” A moan of pure pleasure leaves me as he wraps his hand tight around my throat, using it for leverage as he fucks unforgivingly into my ass.

“So soft. So fucking sweet, letting me stuff my cock into this tight little ass,” Gabriel grunts as I come harder than I ever have, my cunt clenching and dripping around his fingers.

“Brinley… my fucking queen,” he growls as I feel him stiffen inside me and fill me with warmth. “Every part of you is perfect,” he groans, followed by only my name as he grips my hair tight before adding with his deep raspy tone. “I possess all of you.”

My heart beats fast and erratic as I ride out my high with him, the leather of my cut sticking to my arms as a veil of sweat covers me.

I never want to come down. I’ll never tire of him.

Gabriel falls into me, still gripping my hair in his hand, a layer of sweat covering his hard chest.

“And every single part of you is now mine,” he breathes.

I smile as his lips meet my cheek, my neck.

“It always was…” I tell him.

And it always will be.

Two Weeks Later

“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful,” I tell Gabriel with tears in my eyes as I dismount from his bike in my driveway. My father’s pickup truck sits perfectly restored, a beautiful robin's egg blue. “It looks brand new,” I tell him, running my hand over the glimmering paint.

“It virtually is. Mike made it run like a dream too.”

“I had no idea you were so close to finishing it, you said another… wait—” I turn and face him. “This is where you’ve been at night when you said you had club business this last week? In the shop with my truck?” I ask instantly, judging the look on his face.

He nods, looking way too serious for having just surprised me.

“And you aren’t selling it. It’s too pretty to sell,” he says.

I look to the front lawn where the for sale sign already sits, my only connection to my parents.

“I won’t need the money.” I wager the idea of keeping it in my mind.

“Some mean, gruff biker did fix my porch for me and won’t take a penny,” I say as I eye the beautiful new cedar wrap around that will draw in any buyer, my realtor says. Layla and I have been decorating it up with Edison lights and furniture for the last week. I move toward my big strapping, secretly caring man and wrap my arms around his cut, the leather of my own pressed against his.

“I want you to keep it. It’ll be the last piece you have of them after this house sells. No arguments,” Gabriel says.

His thoughtfulness hits me as I turn to look at it. Not a soul outside this life would believe Gabriel has this side to him, I have no idea how I’m the lucky one who gets to have it all to myself.

“Besides, you’ll look hot as fuck driving it.”

“I will, will I?” I ask, reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss him, his words igniting me like they always do.

We wait for the realtor to come for the open house and chat for a few minutes. He's already had interested parties; he says he thinks it will sell in no time. As he sets up and we do a final sweep of the house, I feel a pang of grief wash over me for the first time. I was never really close with my parents but just letting this place go is a final, but necessary step in order to move toward my dreams.

“The realtor thinks I can get upwards of a million,” I tell Gabriel as we stand in my childhood bedroom, now staged as a sitting room.

“Good enough for your store and to keep a good savings for anything else this beautiful brain can dream up,” he says, wrapping his strong arms around my waist from behind me.

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