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“First, I want you on your hands and knees so I can eat you out from behind while I play with your little asshole. After that, I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl because the mirror over my dresser is at the perfect height for me to watch you watch yourself. I want you to see how fucking sexy you are when you come.”

“Walker,” she says, increasing her pace.

“What do you need, sweetheart? You need me to pinch your little nipples?”

“Yes,” she whines.

I give her the bite of pain she craves. “That’s it. Rub that little clit all over my cock. Mark him as yours because you’re already mine.”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Now, Sunny. Come for me now.”

She throws her head back, thrusting the most magnificent pair of tits at me as her orgasm hits. It’s all I can do to hold back and not make this a protein-rich bath, which I’m not sure she’d appreciate, but fuck me, watching her get herself off is too much.

The second her movements slow, I’m pulling her up to her feet. I help her out of the tub and haphazardly dry her off, then pull her to the bed. I give her ass a pat. “Get on up there. I want you on all fours. I’m hungry.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Skylar

Walker’s ringingcell phone wakes me from a dead sleep. I turn just as Walker sits up, rubbing his eyes before pulling his phone from the charger.

“Yeah?” he answers in a deep, raspy voice that disappears in the span of the two seconds it takes for whoever’s on the line to state their reason for calling. “Shit.”

I go on alert, climbing out of bed and pulling Walker’s discarded shirt over my naked body. “What is it?”

He holds a finger up. “Yeah, okay.” Pause. “He’s sure?” Pause. “Okay, let me know.”

“What happened?” I ask the second he ends the call.

“A couple of bikers checked into Paul’s motel. Wilder had already put him on alert to watch for them, so he called the second they pulled up.”

My heart pounds so hard, I can hear my own pulse. “And they’re Broken Rebels?”

“Yeah, he described the insignia exactly.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” I scramble to pick my random dirty clothes off the floor, a habit that drives Walker crazy. Without even realizing what I’m doing, I rush into the closet, pulling my few shirts off the hangers.

“What are you doing?” Walker asks.

“I need to go. If I leave now, maybe he won’t figure out where you live.” I place a hand on my head that’s suddenly throbbing. “I don’t have a car. Damn it.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Walker pulls the clothes from my arms.

“I have to. He can’t know I’m here.”

“Look at me, Sunny. We talked about this. We made plans. There’s no need to worry.” He drops the clothes and places his hands on my shoulders. “The second they leave Paul’s place, we’ll know. More importantly, Wilder will let them know they aren’t welcome here.”

I look up, seeing nothing but certainty on Walker’s handsome face. He swipes his thumbs over my cheeks, and I realize I’m crying. “They don’t respect the law. Wilder needs to be very careful.”

“He’s been doing this a long time. Trust me when I say he’ll be okay. His instincts are always spot-on, so if he feels like he can’t handle them, he’ll back off and let Plan B fall into place.” He bends over to rest his forehead on mine. “We got this.”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“No one will.” He takes my hand, pulling me back to bed. “Except maybe for Klutch. If he steps foot on my mountain, he’s a dead man.”

“Hold on tight, little girl,”Rowan shouts, laying on the gas.

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