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I swear to fuck, I’d never been driven to the edge so quickly before.

Hell, it was almost embarrassing how quickly she got me to the edge.

“I’m gonna—“ I started to warn her.

But she just swallowed me deeper, letting me come down her throat.

I came so hard my fucking vision went white and my whole body trembled. While this fucking woman groaned around my cock like she couldn’t get enough.

I felt all fucking trembly as she slowly slid back up my length before releasing me.

She even reached down to pull my pants back into place before tilting her head back to look up at me, a cocky look in her eyes that she’d sure as shit earned.

“Fuck,” I said, getting a little giggle out of her.

“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling as leaned down to grab her panties and jeans. “Took the word right out of my mouth,” she added, lifting her feet as I slipped her legs into the holes of her panties.

She stood, letting me slide them into place.

My hands slid around her hips, sinking into her ass to pull her against me as my lips moved down to take her lips again. This time, it was soft and sweet and lingering.

Finally, we realized we had to break apart and start actually talking about the situation before we walked out there to talk to the club and her daughter.

“Seems like we got a little… distracted,” she said, sitting back down on the bed once she was fully dressed.

“Yep,” I agreed, sitting with her. “Can’t seem to find a single fuck to give about that, though.”

“Me either,” she agreed, leaning into me. “But what do we do now?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Sabrina

My head was kind of swirling with the options.

Honestly, I didn’t think there would be so many things to choose from.

Clearly, this club knew a thing or two about how to survive dangerous situations.

“I wanted to give you the choices first, so if there are any that are absolutely out for you, you can decide to omit them when you talk to Daph.”

I knew I was supposed to be thinking about important things. Like the best way for my daughter and myself to stay safe.

But, God, I loved how he’d started using that nickname for my kid. I knew a guy once who always insisted on referring to her as “your kid,” in a way that always felt to me that he had absolutely no intention of ever wanting to get to know her or be involved with her. And my daughter and I were a package deal.

Callow’s comfort with her was clear whenever he discussed the situation we were in.

I mean, knowing that I would want to keep options secret from Daph was really intuitive. Because I knew my kid. Shewould be packing up a bag to try out that weird survivalist camp called Hailstorm. Or, yeah, even staying at this biker clubhouse.

I wouldn’t say those ideas were permanently off my list of choices. I just wasn’t sure I needed them to be the first line of defense. For all we knew, the attack was isolated and wouldn’t happen again. Until I had evidence of there definitely being major risk to us moving forward, I wasn’t comfortable completely upending our lives to live in, as I understood it, shipping containers behind electric fences with attack dogs and men and women walking around with machine guns.

I wouldn’t lie, the idea of staying at the clubhouse was definitely tempting. Not necessarily for the protection aspect, though.

Oh, no.

It had nothing to do with that.

And everything to do with what had just happened with Callow in his room.

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