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“Tank?” I hum in response. “That was my first.”

My fingers stopped their movement as I took in her words.

That was her first orgasm?

“First of many, baby,” I promised. “Try to get some sleep.”

She nodded, burying her face deeper in the crook of my neck, and let out a soft breath.

Is she smelling me?

I smirked and kissed the top of her head with a content sigh of my own. I could still taste her on my tongue as I drifted off. She tasted like a slice of heaven. There was no way I’d ever get enough.

Chapter Fifteen

Katrina

I squeezed my thighs together as the memory of last night washed over me.

That tongue.That man and his damn tongue. I didn’t expect it to feel that good.

Every experience I had with John paled in comparison. I cringed at the mere thought of my husband. Every sexual encounter with him was a tool for power. A punishment, a means for control. I was just too brainwashed to see it. Now that I had, I could only imagine all the things I’d missed out on.

My cheeks flushed. I tucked my chin and hid my blush with my hair, like a curtain shielding me from anyone who might notice the look on my face and guess all the dirty things I was thinking about.

I glanced over at the opposite side of the bar where Molly, Diamond, and Leona were having breakfast, completely oblivious to the night I shared with Tank. Leona threw her head back, laughing at something Diamond said. My chest warmed at the interaction.

Last night, Tank said the crew would look out for us. Look out for Leona, and I found myself believing him.

My eyes filtered around the room. Scar, Steele, and Nate sat at the table in the center of the room. Three chairs at their table sat empty. Tank said he was going to check in on Snake this morning, and my stomach twisted with nerves. I should have gone with him. My eyes landed on Scar. His normally cool persona was missing. My brows furrowed, and I gnawed my lower lip.

Should I go over there?

Scar’s shoulders were tense, his gaze downcast on the table as he pushed food around with his fork. There was an ominous feeling wafting off their table.

What’s wrong?

I stood up and shuffled across the room before realizing what I was doing.

“Everything okay?” I asked, shuffling from foot to foot.

Scar’s honey eyes lifted to mine, softening slightly. “Morning, dove. Have a seat.” His deep-velvety voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Collapsing into the chair next to Nate, I gave him a shy smile. We hadn’t talked much since that day in the gym.

Steele placed a cup of coffee in front of me. A smile tugged on his lips. “To replace the one you left at the bar.”

I murmured a thanks and took a sip. All three men began eating once again. Steele ran a hand down his face, a sigh escaping his lips. I shifted in my seat awkwardly.

“How’s Snake?” I asked him, needing to fill the silence.

Steele’s gray eyes met mine again. His brows pinched.

“He’s a stubborn bastard. He’ll be fine,” Scar answered, shooting Steele a look I couldn’t decipher.

Feeling bold, I lifted my chin and gave Scar a look of my own. He raised one brow in challenge.

Oh, it’s on.

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