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A little harder until she let out a small whimper.

That was enough for me.

I lifted her up, kicked her pants off, and I stepped on them, shoving them down the rest of the way. Then I held her up in the air, two hands under arms, and when I moved her back down, she found my dick. She aligned up, and I let her slide down over me.

We both moaned from the contact.

I was inside her and it was perfection. Utter and complete perfection.

We both began to move at the same time. I wanted to go fast, rough. I wanted to burn the feel of me into her soul, but this moment, today was different. It had to be perfection too, so I moved inside of her slow. Delicious.

She gasped, her eyes watching me the whole time, moving with me.

This was both of us together making a moment.

She gave in to me. It hit me on the fourth stroke. What I’d been waiting for from the beginning, it happened, and it happened after all the shit. She was mine, really truly mine.

I’d move mountains for her if I needed.

Anything.

She was mine, and I think she was finally accepting the other truth.

I’d always been hers.

47

KALI

“You should start smoking.”

I almost dropped the newest phone Shane gave me. The building inside was filled to the brim with way too many men. There were women, I assumed this new charter’s sweet butts, but it was a lot of people.

“What?” I’d not been expecting to hear my sister when I stepped outside for a breather. “What are you doing here?”

“Your boyfriend rescued me.” She flicked the end of her cigarette before putting it back between her lips. “Now I’m of the mindset that I don’t want to let Machete out of my eyesight again.” Her body twitched in a shudder, and she crossed her stomach with the free arm. “Or you know what I mean considering he’s not actually in eyesight this very second. And I said that because this world is stressful. Smoking helps. You should start smoking.”

My sister was sitting on the top of a picnic table, trying to give off attitude because that was her, but she was affected. And she was scared.

I grinned, stepping up and sitting next to her, facing the back of this building, wherever we were. I thought Flagstaff, but at this point, I would’ve believed we were in an alien spaceship. I ignored the smoking comment. “My boyfriend?”

“What?” A tentative grin teased at her lips before she rolled her eyes. “You’re going to start calling him your old man now? Because, newsflash, little sister, you are officially his old lady.”

“Little? I’m the older sister.”

She snorted. “I’m the older sister coming into this world. You can come to me for advice. I’m here for you. You don’t need to feel self-conscious with me.” She patted my knee.

I reciprocated by shoving her off the picnic table.

“Hey!”

The door opened and a few of the club’s women came out. They slowed, taking in my sister on the ground. When they started to laugh, she scrambled up and pointed her still-lit cigarette at them. “Don’t even think about starting. She and I have been through hell and we got no problem pulling you down with us.”

They took her in, took in the promise in her eyes, and turned to me.

I was glaring right back at them, knowing they could see my own promise too.

One wrinkled her nose. “Ew. Old women.” She shoved her friends ahead. “Let’s go before they breathe their talcum powder on us.”

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