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Humming, I lift my head, my eyes connecting with hers again before I speak. “Yeah, you fuckin’ will, sweetheart, because I’m going to make sure of that shit.”

I’m going to make damn fucking sure, too. I will spend the rest of my life making her feel every bit as perfect as she is. Because to me, that’s exactly what she is—perfect. And those assholes don’t fucking deserve the woman she is. They never did.

“I wonder if my real mother would have done things differently,” she murmurs.

Fuck.

I feel guilty as fuck.

I didn’t personally kill Vixen, but I wasn’t against it either. She betrayed the club. I understood why, but that didn’t change the fact that she did it, and she knew the consequences.

“Your mother lived her life on her terms. We can all look back and wish that we did things differently, but if we had, we wouldn’t be where we are right this minute. Same goes for you.”

She chews on her bottom lip for a moment. Then she lets out a breath. “Do you think that we would be right here if you’d done those things in your past differently?”

I chuckle, my gaze searching hers, and then I lower my head to brush my lips across hers before I straighten again. “James, there is no fucking doubt in my mind that every fucking road I could have taken would have led me to you eventually. I’m just so fucking happy that I’m here with you right now.”

“I love you, Nashville Stanley. I love you so much, and I’m scared to death.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “Nothing to be scared of, sweetheart, because I fuckin’ love you, too. Nothing will ever touch you again. Not a goddamn thing. You’re mine, and you’re not going anywhere.”

And I mean that with every fiber of my being.

She is not going any-fucking-where ever again.

James is mine.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

NASH

James slowly sinksdown along the length of my cock, taking me all the way inside of her body. Closing my eyes, I grip her waist firmly, keeping her fully seated and still. When I open my eyes, I look up into her face.

I wish I could throw her onto her back and pound into her until she screams my name, but I’m still sore as fuck. If I ever get stabbed again, I am going to make sure that the fuck who does it suffers for a hell of a lot longer than Pencil Dick because this shit is ridiculous as fuck.

“I need to move, baby,” she breathes.

“Baby?” I ask.

She grips the headboard, and I can hear it creak beneath her firm grasp as she bends slightly, her mouth hovering above mine, her lips so fucking close to my own that I can practically taste her.

“I need to move,Daddy.”

That shit should absolutely not turn me on. But it’s hot as fuck, especially when she whispers it all breathily like she justdid. My fingertips glide up her sides until they reach her tits. Cupping them, I slide my thumbs across her already-hardened nipples. James whimpers, her lips parting as she begins to pant. I can feel her thighs trembling as she tries to hold still, but her control is wavering, and it’s so fucking beautiful to watch.

“Move, James. I want you to fuck me until we both come.”

Her breath hitches at my words, and she does exactly what I’ve asked. She rises slightly then slams down along my cock. She rides me, taking anything and everything that she needs to take from me.

It’s fucking beautiful.

I watch her, the pain in my side disappearing at the sight of her riding my dick and taking the pleasure she desires from my body. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I press my thumb against her clit. I don’t do anything but hold it there. She grinds against my thumb with each downstroke.

Her body climbs higher and higher with each roll of her hips. I can feel her pussy flutter around me as she inches toward her release. Clenching my jaw, I watch her in awe. She’s so fucking beautiful normally but on the edge of a climax? Goddamn breathtaking.

Then it happens. She throws her head back as she slams down one more time. Her moans fill the room, and I pinch my eyes closed as her muscles tense, and she comes. Her pussy squeezes me so fucking tightly, forcing my orgasm.

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