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“Please,” she says hoarsely. “I need you.”

I pull away, gazing hungrily into her eyes. "Are you ready for me, darlin’?" I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “You ready to take my cock?”

Mallory nods, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Yes. Give it to me, please, honey. I need you.”

I position myself at her entrance. She’s soaking wet, primed and ready for me. She’s about to explode at any moment. Bracing myself above her, I thrust into her, feeling her tight heat squeezing my cock. She lets out a low moan, her hands gripping my shoulders. I begin to thrust, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of her body around me. She meets my thrusts, her hips rising to meet mine, her gaze never leaving mine.

I grit my teeth. The feeling of her tight, hot pussy is enough to send me over the edge, but I fight it, needing her to come, needing to feel her lose control.

I rotate my hips, pounding into her harder and faster. Her breath hitches, her eyes wide with pleasure and need. She's close, so close.

"Oh my god. Please, Shane," she cries out, her body arching off the bed.

Her pussy clenches around me, milking my cock for everything it's worth. It's intense, raw, and so fucking good. I can't hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, my cock jerking as I let go of the control I've been clinging to for so long.

I pull out of her and collapse onto the bed, both of us panting and sweaty, trying to catch our breaths. I pull her into my arms, needing to have her close to me. She rests her head on my chest.

Content. That’s exactly how I feel. Content and in love. I never want this feeling to end, but the gnawing in my gut tells me something's coming. Something bad. I just pray we're ready for it.

Chapter 21

Mallory

Isink down onto the sofa beside Shane and he pulls me in close to him. I go willingly, loving the comfort he gives me. "Your mom text you back yet, babe?"

I shake my head. "No. I don't know whether I should call her or not. I don't want to interrupt her time with Nichola, but I'm worried."

I'm probably overreacting and Ma’s grand, no doubt sipping on cocktails with Nichola as they pamper themselves. Ma told me two days ago that she was going to a spa with Nichola and they were going for a few days. I was happy for her, so pleased that she was enjoying her time with her best friend, but not hearing from her panics me. It's probably stupid, but it's been months since I've been away from her for so long. Not to mention, with Micah out there I'm scared something bad will happen to her.

"If you're mom hasn't gotten back by morning, call Nichola," he says as he presses a kiss to my head. "Your mom will understand why you're worked up."

I smile. I love that he gets me. He understands what I'm feeling. He's without a doubt the sweetest guy ever. I've fallen sohard for him. There's no doubt in my mind that I'm in love with him. I'm just unsure how to express it.

"Do you miss New York?" I ask him as I snuggle even deeper into his warm body.

"Not really," he says, his hand splayed across my stomach. "Other than my brothers, I didn't have much there."

"What about family?" I ask. He's not spoken about them at all. I know nothing about them.

"Don't have any. My mom was a kid when she had me and did what she thought was right and gave me up for adoption. Problem was, the couple who had planned on adoptin' me found out they were pregnant when I was a few weeks old. By then my mom had upped and left."

"What happened?" I ask, horrified that someone would give up a baby they were going to adopt. I could never do that.

"I bounced from foster home to foster home, for whatever reason. I wasn't adopted. By the time I was old enough to understand what was goin' on, I didn't give a fuck about that. I was immune to the bullshit of bouncin' from home to home. Once I aged out, I found the Vipers and joined the club."

"I'm sorry," I say softly. "It must have been tough growing up in different houses." I can't imagine how tough it was. I'd have hated it.

"It was what it was," he says thickly. "What about you? Your mom and dad, how was your relationship with them?"

"Dad wasn't around. I'm not sure why, but Ma told me recently that he was part of one of the crime families in Dublin and wasn't a great guy. From what Ma said, he was constantly cheating on her. The last she heard, he'd left town. I was about eight."

It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would have. I guess the years of not having him around and finding out the truth about him has healed the pain of not having a family around.

"And your mom?"

"That's a different story," I sigh. "Ma tried her hardest to ensure I had everything. She worked her ass off to ensure that she was financially stable and could take care of me. But that meant she wasn't always around. I felt abandoned as I grew up. I was always left to myself. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. She didn't seem to care. It hurt a lot. The neglect was emotional and it took its toll."

"It makes even more sense to me as to why you didn't tell me about Shay. You didn't want him to feel as you did."

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