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I suppressed a shudder.

I got the call. Roanoke told me how they found her, but she had to pull that trigger. She was in a situation where she needed to reach for a gun to pull the trigger.

I let my head fall to her shoulder.

She tensed at first, but relaxed. A hand came up, catching the back of my head and she held me back.

“They almost got you.”

She moved in closer, hugging me.

God. I needed her. I needed this touch. I needed everything about her.

“I love you.”

She was it for me. It was her or no one.

She had tensed, but I didn’t care. I said it again, “I love you.”

She leaned back, and I lifted my head up.

“No masks, Shane. Your rule.” She was searching me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I love you more than my club.”

A fierce emotion pushed forward in her eyes, shining bright at me. Tears filled them, and she tried blinking them away, clearing her vision but she couldn’t. More and more were flooding her until she reached up, grasping my face. “I love you too, Shane.”

I was lifting her, not even thinking.

I just needed to feel her, hold her. I’d never go a day not needing this.

She hugged me back, just as hard, harder even. Pressing her face into my neck, she broke out against my skin, “I love you so much it scares me.”

I moved my head back until she lifted hers, looking at me and I moved in.

I needed to taste her.

Her mouth opened under mine, and God, she tasted like my ecstasy. Pure heaven. My paradise.

I groaned, wanting more, but she had family that still needed to be rescued. I started to pull away, but she stopped me.

Her hand went to my chest. “No.”

I looked at her again, wanting to make sure I heard her right.

She began to lift herself up so I bent down, and caught her. Lifting her instead.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and they tightened. Her eyes darkened. She bit her lip, but I felt her heart picking up and her breathing deepened. She needed me too. This was for her.

I waited, feeling like she needed to dominate me this time. I didn’t know why I felt it. Could never explain it, but I waited and she reached between our bodies, unzipping me, slipping in, finding my cock. She began working me up, her hand holding me, moving down, sliding up and down. Her thumb moved over my tip, and I let out a breath, because fuck that felt good.

I was already aching for her, felt my balls were ready to burst when she lifted her hips up, going to her own jeans.

I shifted her to one hand, and helped, undoing her pants and then my fingers slid in. So tight. So beautiful. As I moved my fingers up and began a rhythm, she reached back for my dick, returning the favor.

We kept going.

Faster.

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