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I pulled my fingers from her pussy. “Suck.”

Pippa gripped my wrist and sucked her cream, gliding her tongue between my fingers. Her eyes slid closed as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. The pull of suction had my dick hard enough to pound nails.

“Fucking beautiful. Fucking mine.”

I slipped my fingers from her mouth, replacing them with my tongue as I kissed the fuck out of her. I couldn’t kiss enough or touch enough. My hands roamed over her shoulder and then onto her breast.

“Fuck me.” She unsnapped my jeans, lowered the zipper, and reached her hand into my jeans.

“Inside. In my room.”

“Right here. Right now.”

I hissed as her fingers curled around my shaft. She stroked the length.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I get the shot. I can’t get pregnant.” Her lips nipped at my neck, sucking, and licking my skin.

A growl rolled from my lips as she pressed her thumb to the slit. She licked my pre-cum from her thumb. “You’re mine, Dozer.”

I gritted my teeth until my jaw ached. Nothing sounded as good as getting my dick wet in my girl, but she still had Romeo. I gripped her ass, lifted, and pressed her against the building. “Are you mine?”

“I’m yours.”

I ripped her panties out of the way, grabbed her thighs, spread her legs, and thrust hard into her silky heat. Pippa’s head fell back against the building as I plowed into her pussy again and again. Cream coated my cock. The wet slide tightened my gut, warmed my balls, and had me soaring higher than a blunt and bottle of Jack.

I’d never fucked without a condom. Skin to skin, sharing breath, I declared without words that she’d only be mine. As her heat surrounded me, I’d only be hers.

She gripped my shoulders and locked her legs around my hips. Her thighs squeezed me, and her skirt bunched between us. Wet sounds of our hips coming together blended with the blood roaring through my ears.

Her cry of release was all it took to push me over the edge, a dangerous freefall of knowing I couldn’t hide from the power this girl had over me. I was hers. She could have my secrets, my anger, even my insecurities.

I gasped a breath and surged deep, so deep I stretched her, filled her, and owned every inch of her. Pippa clung to me, held me, and kissed me.

“I love you,” I said against her lips.

“I know.” She smiled. “I feel it when you look at me, and when you touch me. I love you, too.”

Chapter Fourteen

Pippa

I couldn’t look at him without a thousand wild butterflies swirling in my belly. He leaned back in a chair, smoking a cigarette. His T-shirt clung to the hard muscles of his chest. Loose jeans rode low on his hips. Slices of skin peeked through the cuts and rips.

Our gazes collided, and a rare smile curled his lips. My cheeks warmed with a blush.

“Bitch, I know you’re hiding something from me?” Hana leaned into me. “What happened?”

I’d quit fighting my feelings. “I realized how much I need him.”

Tingles chased over my flesh remembering his hands on my thighs as he fucked me against the wall. Dozer had been driven by a hunger that left me breathless. I hadn’t lied when I said I was his. He owned my heart.

Blade checked his watch, then nodded toward Rogue and Dozer. They didn’t have to say anything. They were going after Quinn.

Fear slipped along my spine. Dozer stood, and his gaze narrowed on me.

“What’s going on?” Hana asked.

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