Page 51 of Treachery

Something like lightning lit her up from the inside, growing in intensity and heat, until it crackled along her nerve endings.

“James! I’m gonna come!” she cried, impaling herself on him.

He jackknifed up, wrapping his arms around her as he pounded into her from below.

He grunted, moaning, panting, moving in a maddening rhythm until the world around them turned white, and her body exploded into a million stars.

“Fuck, yes, Nadia—fuuuuck, fuck!” James slammed her down on his cock, hard, holding her in place as his jet after jet of his boiling cum painted her insides.

They collapsed together onto the bed, still bound together in body. Nadia slid right into sleep seconds later, her body replete, her heart full, her soul at peace.

After their third round, Nadia lay splayed over his chest, her face nested in his neck, his fingers dancing up and down her spine, their satiated bodies stuck together by sweat…and other things.

She hummed, content, her body sighing. “Will you be in a lot of trouble with Frost?” she asked, the thought weighing heavy on her mind. She hated the idea of James being in trouble for something he did for her.

James sighed, then pressed a kiss to her naked shoulder.

“He’s not going to be happy, that’s for sure. He had no idea I’d planned to do that, so he was just as shocked as everyone else. And if there’s one thing Frost doesn’t like, it’s being surprised.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” she agreed. Sitting up, she slid down to lay at his side facing him, her hand on his chest, over his heart. It was beating slow, steady…and only for her.

She grinned, exultant.This man is mine!

“What’s that grin for?” he asked, his blue eyes dancing with mischief.

She laughed, her grin growing, “I’m just happy that you’re mine.”

The humor dropped from his eyes as intense love and adoration filled them.

He cupped her face, his thumbs gently brushing against her cheeks.

“And you’re mine. Forever.”

It was a good thing James told Vicki not to call too soon, because they didn’t come up for air until the sun rose twice.

Parking in front of the clubhouse, Locust turned to look at his woman, his heart practically exploding in his chest. For the first time in his life, he was happy. He had his woman, he had his club—what more could a man want?

She grinned at him, her golden hair glinting with the rays of the afternoon sun, her skin glowing with health and happiness, and a little bit of a post-sex flush.

“You okay?” he asked, knowing this would be the first time she’d step into the clubhouse since her confrontation with Frost about her step-brother.

She nodded, though her hands twisted nervously in her lap. “Yes and no. I want to be part of your life, so that means part of the Unchained, but I’m…a little anxious about it, too. What happens if they hate me because they blame me for you nearly burning your kutte?”

He leaned over the center console and took her face in his hands, pressing a lingering kiss on her soft, warm lips.

“They won’t hate you, baby, simply because you mean so much to me. What matters to me, matters to the club.”

Her eyes widened, though there was still wariness there. “Are you sure?”

He smirked. “Yeah, baby; I’ve already gotten texts from all those assholes about when I’ll be bringing my ol’ lady by so they could welcome you properly.”

She gasped. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yup. That’s one of the reasons we’re here. I couldn’t hold the fuckers off much longer, and I wanted to meet up with Frost.”

She pursed her lips, her gaze caught on his, until she finally said, “Okay. Let’s go inside so Frost can chew your ass, and I can chat with Cilla, Stephie, and Emily. I need some pointers on how to deal with my biker boyfriend.”

He chuckled. “Don’t listen to a word those women say; they’re trouble.”

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