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Fire burst over my skin, and my orgasm exploded like fireworks over my body. It erupted from every cell and ricocheted over every nerve and fibre of my being, cosmic euphoria flooded through me. My hips tremored and shook against Lamb as his thrusts powered faster and faster through my rippling orgasm until he hardened against me and pushed between my folds just in time to let his hot stream pump over my vagina and between my lips. The wet warmth dripped onto the sheets, but I did not care.

Lamb collapsed against me, our body fluids mixing between us as we both struggled to catch our breaths.

Exhaustion took over; my energy spent from the chaos of the day, the panic at the bar, and now Lamb had drained the last of my reserves. I turned just enough to breathe free of a pillowcase, and air pulled into my lungs, but my body refused to move anymore. I was wet, damp, and hot, but all I could feel was my body sinking into the softness of the bed, marinating in Lamb’s scent and heat until darkness dragged me under, promising me something I had not had in a long time.

Sweet oblivion.

Chapter Twenty-Four

LAMB

Ipulled the door closed softly behind me, careful not to make even the slightest of noise. Exhausted from the previous events, Ash laid asleep in the bed, but I had learned that staying asleep was a difficult balance for Ash, and that there was no way to predict when she would wake or what could wake her.

“Your little test didn’t go so well,” Jax growled, a clean bandage wrapped around his hand. He tugged and played with the cotton dressing, adjusting it against his palm. It only served to aggravate the wound more, and blood was already soaking into the white material.

“I needed to know where she was,” I answered, ignoring the bitter bite of his words. I walked past him, pulling him away from the door. We had soundproofed a lot of the clubroom, but noise still traveled well through the walls of the sleeping quarters. “Needed to know how much freedom I could give her here.”

“You could just say you were worried about her,” Jax grunted, dropping his hand to his side long enough to give me a crooked brow full of attitude and knowing.

I shook my head in return, not liking how my hair brushed against the sides of my face. It had come undone from my earlier work to tame it, and I had no time to fix it. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, really?” Jax snorted. “You know, for someone so smart, it’s nice to see you can be a fool, too.” His posture straightened, and a little more bounce popped into his step, his ire falling from his shoulders. “It makes me feel better about myself.”

“If you’re doubting my intelligence, we could always set up another poker night,” I challenged.

Color dripped from Jax’s tanned face. Even the black of his tattoos seemed a little ashen. “Ronnie still hasn’t forgiven me for that.” He rubbed his good hand over his chest, the tight line of his lips telling more than he knew. It lasted briefly, as a new, lighter expression washed away the creases. “I’m also not stupid enough to place bets with you.” Jax jogged a step ahead, turning back and wagging a finger in my face. “See? Smarter.”

I held back my answer, letting the man bask in his delusions.

“Oh!” Jax shouted, pausing in his slow escape. “Prez is out back. Wants to see you.”

I sighed. “I’m sure he does.”

It wasn’t hard to find the huge seven-foot-tall Russian man. Even with the vast, vacant field belonging to the clubhouse, and the wide expanse of trees that lined the edges of the metal fence, he was like a lighthouse on the shore.

Hunched like a mountain, the man sat on the rickety hand-crafted bench, a cigarette wagging between his lips, unlit. His beard, more salt than pepper now, looked wiry and wilder than I’d seen in a long while. His hair was tied tight behind his head,begging to be trimmed as it fought to free itself from the thin band holding it together.

I stood to one side, observing him for a while, and as the minutes passed, and Wolf didn’t make a single motion to acknowledge me, impatience crept up my spine.

Ash was asleep, and I wanted to be there when she woke, whether it was five minutes or five hours from now. Either was possible.

I leaned forward, plucking the white stick from his pursed lips, triggering life into the stone man. I put the cigarette between my own, tasting the bitter taste of nicotine and beer around the filter. Fishing a lighter out of my pocket was second nature as I cupped my hands against the elements, and with a flick of my finger, breathed life into the cigarette.

I took a drag before pulling it out and offering it back.

Wolf’s face was a bag of lines, each weaving in the most contorted expression of disgust I had ever seen on him. “Fuck no,” he growled, practically snarling at the little cigarette between my fingers. I didn’t see the big deal. It wasn’t like I licked it.

I shrugged off his refusal, putting the cigarette back to my lips and taking a long inhale, the warm smoke filling my lungs before escaping into the wind.

The bench creaked as he leaned back against its delicate support.

I dropped in next to him, filling whatever small gap the giant left.

Wolf fished out another crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket, tapping out another white stick and propping it between his lips. I reached again for my lighter, but Wolf already had his out, setting his smoke alight. Orange embers glowed with his deep long draw.

“I meant what I said, Lamb.” Wolf pulled the cigarette from his lips, looking down at the concrete floor between his large black boots. Weeds were creeping through the cracks; fresh rain and cooling autumn weather gave rise to the persistent growth. “I need your head on straight and tight.”

I looked out over the field, the dark clouds that had begun to gather now stitching into an ominous black sky. The air grew thick and heavy, a storm ready and waiting.

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