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When his lips meet mine, there’s something new in his kisses. They’re still hot and sexy but there is also a tenderness, deep affection, and a gentleness that wasn’t there in the rush to find pleasure of our earlier lovemaking. This is what it feels like when Tex opens up and let his emotions flow naturally, when he allows himself to trust and to love.

The more we kiss, touch, and move together, each seeking to give the other tenderness and pleasure, the more our bond solidifies. It feels like knowing him on a whole new level and it’s truly the most amazing experience of my entire life. This was so far above and beyond anything I’d ever shared with Chris that everything that came before had been shallow and lacking. This must be what it feels like to truly love a man, a good man that would do anything for you. And a man that I would stop at nothing to care for and love, for however long he’d let me.

After the longest and most breathtaking lovemaking session of my life, we lay entwined together. Only then did I realize how different we are. I’m short, pale, and curvy with wild red hair. Tex is shaped like a body builder, only with tons of intricate tattoos and even a few scars. I bring up one finger to touch a round scar where his chest and shoulder meet.

“In case you’re wondering, that scar is from a gunshot wound. Got shot by some dumbass trying to rob a liquor store in Austin when I was a rookie police officer.”

“I’m sure every mark on your body tells a different story.”

He tugs me closer. “Yeah, but y’all only get to ask about one a day.”

His hand slides up my back, his rough fingers tracing along my spine. “I like how soft and perfect your skin is.”

“No scars or tattoos for me then, right?”

“Heaven forbid. You’re perfection, just the way y’all are, sugar. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Flatterer,” I tell him in a teasing voice.

He puts one hand under my chin and tilts my head up to look into my eyes. “I’m dead serious about y’all being perfect. You’re my idea of the perfect woman. You’re strong, smart, capable, friendly, sweet, loyal, trusting and absolutely gorgeous. Don’t let any asshole ever make y’all feel second best in life.”

I tuck my head under his chin, thinking to myself that I honestly didn’t think men like Tex existed in the world. Now, I’m lucky enough to be with him.

Chapter 22

Tex

Today’s the day I have to meet with my supervisor. I suspect the meeting’s because the department’s discovered I’m in the Savage Legion MC. I always knew that might turn out to be a problem. Now, we’ll just have to find out how much of a problem it’s gonna be. Best case scenario, they make their displeasure known but can’t really do anything because the Savage Legion MC isn’t an outlaw motorcycle club. Worst case scenario they don’t give a fuck and fire me for giving the appearance of impropriety. Either way, I’ve already decided that I ain’t giving up my club. Even though I love my job, I love my club brothers far more.

Siege and Rigs both wanted to come with me, but after thinking long and hard about it, I decide that I should face this alone. If the worst comes to pass and I get fired, I’ll save them for the appeal, where it would be more logical for them to be there to present information on our club’s status and history.

Standing in front of the full mirror on the back of the closet door in my room at the clubhouse, it’s hard to accept I might be wearing my LSPD trainer’s uniform for the last time today. Guarding against having to run around like a headless chicken and gathering up everything the department ever issued me if they fire me, I’ve gathered it all up ahead of time and put it in a duffle with an extra change of clothing. That means if I get fired, I can simply change clothing and turn everything in, in one fell swoop. Maybe that’s pessimistic of me, but after years of being a cop I learned to judge my gut feelings, and today my gut feeling is that I’m getting fired.

“You look amazing, babe.” Clara’s voice drifts from the bed behind me. When I turn, she’s laid at the foot of the bed with her chin propped in her upturned hands gazing at me. “Of course with a body like yours, you look good in just about anything.”

I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. “Is that so? Tell me more about how hot I am. Cause y’all know I never get tired of hearing that shit.”

She immediately crawls towards me, all naked and adorable. “You look good in your cut, but my favorite is when you come out of the shower with all your muscles dripping with water. I like how you put up the pretense of modesty by wearing a towel around your waist, but your cock is usually trying its best to bust out.”

I slide one hand through her thick red curls, tug her head back, and kiss her like I own her. I get aroused because she still smells like our sex from last night and she gets wet for me so fucking fast. That’s the kind of shit women can’t fake. It’s how I know she’s really into me and not faking it to get me to do what she wants. I fucking love that she craves my body as much as I do hers. For me, no other woman will do. Just when I’m eager to claim another kiss and maybe see if we’ve got time for a quick round of Texas twister, the alarm on my phone goes off.

I groan at the bad timing and give her another quick, fierce kiss before I let her slip from my arms and stand up. “Sorry, sugar pie. I have to get to work.”

“I know. You’ve got that meeting today. I hope they aren’t stupid enough to fire the best trainer they ever had.”

“I don’t know if I’m the best, but I sure am the most motivated. I guess we’ll know soon enough. I’ll call y’all as soon as I know one way or the other.”

“Drive safely. I’ll be waiting for your call. If things go bad, maybe we can get away for a day or so?”

“Y’all mean so I can lick my wounds in private?”

She gestures to my cock, “Or I could do all the licking for once.”

I flash her a grin because this woman knows exactly how to cheer me up. I head out the door, grabbing my duffle along the way. In order not to be confrontational, I take my truck instead of my bike. Levi is catching a ride to school with Evan, so I can concentrate on the moment.

I turn this situation over in my mind the whole way to the precinct. I’ve thought about this from every angle, and I honestly don’t think they have any justification to fire me. If they do, then with a good legal team on my side I could sue them for unfair dismissal. Only thing about doing that is my days at the LSPD would probably be over. I might get my job back, but I wasn’t sure I could deal with the daily hostility that might follow. I’m between a rock and a hard place. My anxiety is pretty high when I walk into the building and stow my duffle under my desk—which might not be my desk for much longer. Everyone is looking at me with either annoyance or pity. If I wasn’t sure before, I am now.

I walk into my supervisor’s office right on time. He glances up at me with a blank expression on his face. “Have a seat, Jones. We need to talk.”

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