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She scoots back and I crawl up her body, putting one leg over my shoulder before lining the head of my cock at her entrance. I push in slow. She’s tight. So, fucking tight. It takes me a few minutes to work my way inside. I start with long, slow strokes.

Charlie hooks her other leg over my ass pulling me closer.

“Faster please. Fuck me, faster.”

“Your wish is my command,” I say, speeding up.

I fuck her faster feeling a low tingling in my back, I know I don’t have long before I cum. I press my thumb down on her clit and rub at the same time I cant my hips, so I hit her spot. A few more strokes and she cums. I’m not far behind. She pulls me down into a big kiss and I collapse next to her pulling her with me while I’m still inside her.

Chapter 21

Wizard

Ifidget with my tie for the millionth time as we wait for the family court judge. My other hand is entwined with Charlie’s. Olivia Albrecht-Scott sat on Charlie’s other side. Sitting next to Olivia, the firm’s other founding partners, Sabina Rabinovich and Maxi Kelly.

Though their firm was fairly new, they were already in the top five law firms in the city. Olivia came from the number three law firm and her father is a senior partner in the best law firm in not only the city, but the tri-state area. Her other father is the state’s attorney general. Currently, neither JR nor his attorney are present. The only thing holding us up is the judge got caught in traffic.

The doors fly open and the bailiff scurries through.

“All rise for the honorable Jordan Davis.”

I’d put the judge around six feet, athletic build, mid-fifties with salt and pepper hair. His piercing blue eyes survey the room before he tells everyone to sit.

He calls our case first. Olivia presents the case. Opposing counsel shows up and asks for a continuance. It’s denied, and full custody with no visitation is temporarily granted. The court will reconvene in thirty days.

It takes another hour for us to get all the court documents for the school and Charlie.

The school year starts the following week. I plan on surprising the girls with a back-to-school shopping trip. I shouldrun it by Charlie, but I’m going with ‘ask for forgiveness instead of permission’.

We take one of the club’s SUVs. A big black bullet-proof beauty with tinted windows. I drive us to the girls' school.

“Do you want me to come in or stay in the cage?”

“Are vehicles really that bad?”

I laugh. “In some ways, yes. It’s a cage where my sled is freedom. But cages have their uses.”

“Like hauling groceries and grumpy hormone fueled teens. And please come in with me.”

I nod and hurry out of my side of the cage to open her door. She threads her fingers through mine as we walk into the school. The halls are mostly quiet, with only the sophomore class doing orientation today. Each grade has their own orientation day. I have no idea why. Charlie said it’s tradition and she has no idea why.

She gave me a crash course on the school and rules last night and this morning asked if I will be an emergency contact for the girls. I said yes, of course. Charlie’s not the only one I’ve grown to care for.

I’ve spent far more time with Charlie, but last night, when those girls were in danger, a fierce sense of protectiveness settled into my heart. I knew then I’d lay down my life to protect theirs.

Charlie stops outside the office.

“I never officially thanked you for saving my daughters last night.”

Her voice catches and I squeeze her hand.

“I don’t know what would’ve happened if you and your brothers hadn't shown up. I can’t bear to think what could’ve happened.”

I draw her into my arms and kiss the top of her head.

“Don’t go down that road, Spitfire. My brothers and I will do everything in our power to protect you and the girls. You’re safe behind our walls. I have eyes everywhere. There’s not an inch of the place not under surveillance. I even have the water covered.

“Most of my brothers are military-trained. Some elite forces. Plus, Bug has sent me a few experimental military grade protection devices. Our backup generators have backup generators, and we have our own bodega. Not to mention the clubhouse has enough to feed an army for a month.”

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