Page 74 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

Her pussy clamped down on him. His balls throbbed in pleasure. Pulling back, pushing forward, her pussy squeezed everything out of him. He drove back inside her and shot load after load.

His grip on her loosened, and he rubbed the indent where her outer thigh joined her hip. He inhaled deeply, shuddering out the last of his orgasm.

River's knees widened. He chuckled, slapping the side of her thigh before pulling out.

Jizz ran out of her pussy before she thrust her hand toward him, and he pulled her into a sitting position.

"I need the bathroom." She groaned, clamping her legs together.

"Make a mess." He grinned. "I don't care."

"You wouldn't." She kissed him and hurried to the other side of the room and ducked into the private bathroom.

Last week, she'd snuck in a bag with personal wet wipes and extra panties and stored them in the drawer in the bathroom. Too often lately, they'd used the office for a quick round instead of going home.

He was in the clubhouse from dawn to dusk anyway, staying in contact with Moroad, Bantorus, Avery Falls, and Ronacks MC to try and get the jump on Valdone Motorcycle Club if they retaliated. But everything was quiet on that front.

The sheriff gave the information to the news three weeks ago about the discovery of two bodies, who after having their teeth checked, turned out to be the same two who were suspected of arson.

Everyone accepted that they perished in the fire.

The bathroom door opened, and River walked out, looking beautiful. He soaked in the happiness rolling off her nowadays.

Even Kenna's attitude couldn't dim the light coming from River.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

He swept his gaze over River, ensuring she was fully dressed, and then yelled, "Come in."

River slipped in between him and the desk and discreetly wiped the surface before the door opened. Fuck, she amused him. No one cared where he had sex—at home, in the clubhouse, on the desk.

Big John stuck his head inside. "Call for you, Prez. You might want to hurry. It's the prison."

He hadn't been back to the prison after his last visit. From what he'd heard from Big John, his dad's parole hearing was moved out nine months. That came as no surprise, considering he ended up in the Hospital Ward for fighting.

He walked to the main room and picked up the phone from the nearest table.

"Yeah, this is Zane Stafford," he said.

"This is Idaho State Prison. We're calling to inform you that Burt Shay has authorized your visit."

He strained to hear the voice. Burt Shay?

"You can put in a visitation form request at your convenience. The approval is good for three months."The woman kept talking as if reading the instructions off a piece of paper.

Holy hell. Burt Shay was Tom Pruitt.

He looked at River, knowing no matter what happened, he wasn't going to allow her father to change their lives.

Kenna walked into the clubhouse, followed by Kingsley. He looked at the three of them, studying him in curiosity.

"Hours to drop off the form are from eight to four Monday through Thursday. Visitations are on Tuesday and Sunday from one to two. Do you have any questions or need me to repeat the instructions?"

"No, I've got it." He held River's gaze.

"Thank you, and have a good evening."

He disconnected the call and put the phone back on the table. Going to River, he put his hands on her, needing to know she was still here. Nobody was going to take her from him.

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