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When I stop, her cheeks are red and her eyes are dewy. She gasps softly as she looks up at me, and I kiss her softly.

“You are a queen,” I say firmly. “And every queen should have a man who begs to kneel before her.”

I move back so I can get down on my knees. Leslie watches me, her eyes wide. When I grab the skirt and flick it up over my head, she covers her mouth with both hands and shuts her eyes.

I plunge my mouth into her pussy, lapping at the outer lips and shoving my tongue inside. I dig my fingers into her thick thighs and fill my mouth with her, moaning low in my throat as I drink up all her sweet juice.

I don’t stop, even as I feel shivers running through her and goosebumps rushing across her skin. I hear her muffled cries as she tries desperately to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. I just open my mouth even wider and moan into her,feeling the spasms of her gorgeous pussy against my mouth and tongue as she comes over and over again.

Chapter 16 - Leslie

A couple of days after our adventure to Montrose, I wake up next to Kyle and spend a few moments watching him sleep. My chest hurts with the strength of my love, and my continued resistance to it.

All I want is to be consumed by this feeling, but the last time I trusted him, I completely lost myself.

My eyes slide across the room, picking out the details of the beautiful gray dress where it hangs on the outside of the closet door. We bought it, of course. I think it’s gorgeous. I’m just not sure I believe that it looks amazing on me.

I close my eyes, feeling my body awaken at the memories of that time in the dressing room. I can hear Kyle’s eager whispers, feel his hot breath on my cheek, and the urgency of his hands on me.

He truly seems to worship me. These memories are so tempting to give in to, but my heart just can’t jump. The cavern is too deep, the pain too intense.

How can I trust? How?

As if he can sense my thoughts, Kyle’s eyes flicker open. He smiles at me, and I smile back. Just looking at him brings me so much joy. I truly can’t stop smiling when I’m with him.

“Hey, you,” he whispers.

“Hi,” I whisper back.

He grins and stretches out an arm, pulling me close to him. I snuggle against his body, running my fingers across the smooth skin of his back. For a minute, I listen to the beat of his heart and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. There’s somuch that I want to say, but there’s still far too much fear in me to even try.

I begin to feel a certain urgency rising in him, and I untangle myself from his arms and get up, wrapping myself in a robe. I can’t keep being so intimate with him while my heart feels cracked open in my chest.

This is literally killing me, and I thought the last twelve months without him were bad.

In the kitchen, I put on the coffee and stare out the window, not really seeing the pretty line of trees or the rugged mountains beyond. I hear Kyle step behind me and turn around, trying to smile and not show my inner conflict.

He’s so hurt and damaged, and he knows what he did to me was wrong. There’s no point in making him feel bad for it. He’s already trying as hard as he can to make it up to me.

“Want some coffee?” I ask.

“Sure, yeah,” Kyle answers, sitting down at the table. He has his phone in his hand, and after a quick flick across the screen, he lets out a sharp gasp.

“What is it?”

“It’s Bae,” he says. “I’ve got to go and meet everyone at Shelley’s right now.”

I turn around so fast, I almost drop the cups on the floor. “What do you mean? What’s happening?”

“The biker pack is on the move. The scouts have called in, and they need reinforcements. Seriously, that’s all I know for now.”

He looks up at me, his eyes pained. I can tell by how drawn and pale he is that this is causing him an extreme amount of stress.

“Oh, Kyle,” I whisper, hurrying over to wrap my arms around him. “You’ve been through so much. Surely they can do this without you.”

He shakes his head. “No way, babe. I’m sorry, but this is exactly what I went undercover for. They don’t know these guys like I do, and without me, people are going to get hurt. I guarantee it.”

I cling to him for a few seconds, wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do when he leaves. I know I’ll go crazy just sitting around here worrying about him.

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