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Pleasure spreads through every inch of me. I can’t hold back. My hands clutch Owen’s taut ass cheeks as he thrusts into me and the rush of euphoria spreads through me. I crave more. I want him deeper. Every inch of him. Owen’s scent envelops me as my fingers tease their way over his back muscles. He is so goddamn sexy. A gush pulses between my thighs as his masculine body pushes his dick deeper into me. He cradles me against the bed, both claiming and protecting me with each thrust.

It’s so hot.

“I want you,” he grunts as he delivers another deep thrust between my legs. It’s enough to make me cum. His dick. His words. Everything about Owen. I pull him deeper again, clutching his back with agitated desperation as I beg for his cum.

“Then take me,” I whisper. “Just fuck me…”

I haveneversaid anything like that. Never meant it. Never done it for any other reason than to make a man finish. This time, I ride my own waves of pleasure with Owen’s thrusting. I want him to feel what I feel. Our lips join and I can feel his dick stiffen inside me as our bodies move together.

I want him to finish inside me. I need it. Grasping onto Owen, I pull him in deeper. My body begs for him and he responds with a final thrust and an eruption inside me that makes every inch of me shudder. So much cum. So warm. The pleasure spirals through my core and towards all my extremities. I have zero control. Just feeling in every part of my body.

Owen kisses my neck, sending another shiver through me and reminding me that I am the complete opposite of numb. Every inch of me tingles with life. With desire. I can feel sweat on my skin. Smell Owen. Myself. Our bodies feel so slick and warm together. I wriggle beneath Owen, giving him access to more of my neck.

“Mm,” he murmurs. “That tastes good.”

His dick stiffens between my legs before he withdraws. My chest catches. Round two already? Damn. I pull him closer, wrapping my thighs around him tightly to keep him in bed where I shouldn’t even want Owen Shaw.

But he feels so good.

And just for tonight, even if it’s just the mind-blowing sex talking, I want to let everything go.

Twenty-Six

Owen

Two Weeks Later

Iam in love with Vickie. Tonight, I’ll prove it to her by killing the man who hurt her and making sure she sits pretty by my side as I take over Las Vegas at my brother’s behest. I understand what Wyatt wants from all of us now — a club so fucking big we never have to deal with this again. More recruits. More members. More loyalty and power to the Rebel Barbarians.

With Vickie’s memories from her time in Vegas, intelligence from Southpaw, and my own memories from previous Vegas-related screw-ups, I track Hakeem first to the YMCA where he plays pickup basketball twice a week. For years, he hasn’t shaken up that routine. Vickie remembers it well and she hasn’t been under this monster’s thumb in ages.

She won’t ever have to worry about that sicko again after tonight. Although, I truly doubt whether Vickie worries about him. By now, she’s tough enough to handle just about anything.

I take her along in the car Southpaw gives me for the job. I can tell it used to belong to a Hollingsworth because I find long red hairs all over the place. Dog hair in the backseat too. Doesn’t make the Chevy Suburban any less fun to drive. Vickie can’t relax in the front seat as we wait for Hakeem to leave his Wednesday evening pickup game.

I have back up out here in Vegas and they’re waiting at the apartment complex where we plan on trailing Hakeem to complete the job and double check for a police presence. Deacon and Magnum are stationed a few miles away from this pick up game waiting for updates. I’m glad that I have Vickie with me instead of running this surveillance alone. She makes everything about the job and being out here less lonely. I haven’t been tempted to leave my post and gamble once. That rarely happens.

My phone pings with a new betting opportunity, so I pull it out to quickly throw $13 dollars into a minor league baseball game, earning me a pinch on the thigh from Vickie. Surveillance is boring. She can’t expect me to be completely clean. I’ll find out if I win in two hours. Twoexcitinghours of uncertainty. Vickie rolls her eyes, conscious of my gambler-vision and expressing her disapproval that I’ve “lost focus”.

“Don’t you think it’s weird we’ve been watching him for a week and he hasn’t noticed?” Vickie asks, giving me a very serious look with those wide brown eyes. I wish we could drive this car to a secluded parking lot and have a high-school style make out session, but we both need to get our heads in the game. No more gambling. No more fantasizing about her sweet ass lips around my dick again. I move in the driver’s seat to dull my erection.

“He’s at the top of the food chain. He doesn’t worry about predators.”

“The Hakeem I remember was paranoid as fuck,” she says. “I just find it weird that he hasn’t noticed.”

“He still has those sidekicks with him,” I remind her. “It’s not like he’s running around alone.”

We have five more minutes until he leaves the basketball game. Those sidekicks might end up six feet under tonight too. I haven’t mentioned that to Vickie, but I’m sure she figured it out. She has a gun too. I don’t know if she’s ready to use it. If she were supposed to use it on me… then yes, she would. But I don’t know if she has it in her heart to shoot those sidekicks — especially based on what she says next.

Vickie gives me the stern look I expect. “His nephews are just teenagers.”

“Teenagers can pull triggers.”

“Hold on,” she says. “He’s leaving early.”

She sits up and her gaze beelines to Hakeem as the bald bastard leaves the YMCA. It’s fucked up that he uses what should be a center for the community to recruit teenagers into his gang of criminals that kidnap and sell women across Las Vegas and out of state.

The worst part is knowing how badly Hakeem affects Vickie. Her body language changes whenever he gets close, like she’s afraid he can see straight through the tinted Suburban windows. Once he’s dead, she’ll know how much I love her. It will feel real to her. We can start our lives together in Vegas with absolute certainty that nothing bad will ever happen to Vickie again.

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