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“I’m going to cum,” I cry out, my fingers curling into the flesh of his shoulder.

“Fuck, baby, yes.”

Together we find our release, a perfect explosion.

My head drops to his shoulder, and I breathe him in, my heart aching with the time we spent apart.

“I hated not being able to touch you,” I murmur, and my voice hitches.

“Hush, baby. We’re good now.”

His fingers glide down my back as he soothes me.

“Tell me we are going to end this ...”

He pulls me back, his green eyes meeting me. “I swear it.”

“Do you think Xander is okay? Hound stabbed him, I’m so worried he didn’t make it.”

“I’ll find out, but I’m sure he’s good. We’ll make sure he is protected and gets what he was promised. I gotta know, how did Hound get into the women’s side of the prison?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “From what I heard, he had his hands in a lot of pies, and I think he got someone to help him. I don’t know how he knew what we were planning, but he did. He just...knew. That scares me.”

“Men like that have more control of what goes on in those prisons than even the guards. There was nothin’ you could have done. We’ll fix this, I swear it.”

I hope he’s right.

God, do I hope he’s right.

7 – Serenity

Iwake before Jackson the next morning.

Glancing over, I look at him stretched out in the back of the truck on the mattress we rolled out. One hand is tucked up behind his head, and the other rests on his bare stomach. My heart skips a beat as I stare down at him, loving the way his hair falls over his perfect bronze skin.

Jackson ages like fine wine, and I don’t think there is ever a time I won’t look at him and go weak at the knees.

Reaching over, I slowly move the blanket, licking my lips as I expose his naked cock. He fucked me once more before we went to sleep last night, right here in the back of the truck, my legs over his shoulders as he drove his cock into me, his muscles flexing beneath the moonlight.

Utter perfection.

But I need more.

Shifting, I slide down until I am able to carefully guide his cock into my mouth. He stirs, jerking, and it takes him a moment to realize what’s going on. The second he does, his dick hardens in my mouth and his low growl vibrates through his body. Using my tongue, I slide it up and down his length, taking him deep and then releasing him again.

He growls, fingers moving down to glide through my hair as I suck him.

I want to feel him release down my throat, the warm pleasure reminding me that we’re really back together again.

Curling my hand around his shaft, I lick and suck while gently stroking. His body is tight, and his fingers go fromstroking to tightening in my hair as I bob my head harder, faster, until he has no other option but to let it all go. With a feral hiss, he cums in my mouth, filling me. I moan, taking all of him, before slowly releasing his cock and licking my lips.

Our eyes meet.

“My turn,” he hisses.

He pushes up, taking hold of my naked body and flipping me over until I land on my back, then he is between my legs, his hot breath against my clit, his mouth taunting and teasing as he carefully flickers his tongue over me, just enough to tease. I arch up, gripping the blanket as I try to thrust myself into his eager mouth.

He growls against my flesh before closing his lips over my clit.

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