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I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, as he pounds into me.

The rough brick scrapes against my back, but I barely feel it, lost in the sensation of his body against mine.

“Fuck, Sera,” he pants, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel so good.”

I answer him with a moan, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts.

The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

Turmoil’s hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit, and that’s all it takes.

I shatter around him, my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Turmoil follows right behind me, his hips stuttering as he spills himself inside me with a low groan.

We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other, our hearts pounding in sync.

As our breathing slows, Turmoil presses a tender kiss to my forehead, a stark contrast to the primal passion of just moments before.

“I’ve got you, babe,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around me. “I’ve always got you.”

And in that moment, with Turmoil’s strong body surrounding me and his words echoing in my ears, I finally feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Turmoil

It’s hard to believe it’s been three weeks since my woman came to the clubhouse and began gathering intel for the club.

Speaking of the devil, she struts in, her high heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Her piercing gray eyes find me across the room and she makes her way over, a worried crease across her brow.

“Abe, have you heard anything about Raven? She went into labor yesterday,” Seraphina asks, her usually commanding voice tinged with concern for our friend.

I nod, pulling out my phone. “Yeah, Hawk sent a group text a little while ago. They had a baby boy.” A grin spreads across my face. “They named him Phoenix.”

“Oh that’s lovely,” Seraphina exclaims, her ruby red lips curving into a delighted smile that lights up her face. “A strong name. I’m so happy for them.”

I can just picture the big, tough biker cradling his newborn son, totally enamored. “Me too. Hawk’s gonna be a great dad.”

Becoming a father changes a man.

Not that I’d know firsthand, but I’ve seen it happen often enough in the club.

Maybe someday, when we’re ready for it.

My eyes flick over to Seraphina, with her bombshell body poured into a tight black dress, and the way her silky hair tumbles over her shoulder, she’s a walking temptation.

Being around her makes me ache to pull her close and bury my face in her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

To run my hands over her smooth skin and...

I swallow hard, reeling my thoughts back in.

We’ve been dating for a little while now, but I still feel like there’s so much I don’t know about the mysterious British beauty.

She keeps her secrets close to her chest, but I’m a patient man.

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