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“It’s only yours, baby. Only yours.”

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her eyes flood.

“Fuck me, Rio. Make me yours.”

I do as she asks, fucking her slowly until we’re both covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing hard. She’s the sweetest fuck I’ve ever had in my life, and I goddamn know it. There will never be anyone else for me. She’s all I’ll ever need. All I’ll ever want. She’s the best goddamn thing in my life, and there’s no way in hell I’ll ever let anything come between us. And I’ll never let anyone hurt her. Never again.

I swear these things in my head, like I’m making my own personal vows—ones I know are true and certain. The love I feel for this woman is undeniable.

Soon, she’s reaching her second orgasm of the night, and she comes so sweetly in my arms, a gush of desire flooding over my shaft. It’s only then that I let myself go, coming long and hard inside her.

Her eyes are wet with tears, and I press kisses to her face. “You okay?”

“More than okay.”

“I love you, Shelby. There will never be another woman for me. You’re my life now, my everything, and I swear to you, you stick with me, I will move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

“I love you, too, Rio. I think I have since the day at Blitzy’s when you stood up to my father and protected me—a girl you didn’t even know.”

I drop to her side. Her words hit me, touching something deep.

“I carry your picture in my wallet. I ever tell you that?”

“You do?”

“I do. And I’ve saved every single letter you ever wrote me.” I gather her to me, stroking her back.

“I have all of yours, too. I used to take them out and read them every night for years.”

“I’m sorry I had to leave you for so long.”

She puts her head on my chest, her arms hugging me tight. “You’re here now.”

My fingers thread through her silky hair. “And I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Pancakes with Whipped Cream and Trouble on Top

Rio—

I wake up at dawn by my ringing phone. I’ve ignored it, but whoever it is, keeps calling back.

“Fuck,” I growl, finally reaching for it. “Yeah?”

“Boss, it’s Zig. The clubhouse caught fire.”

I jackknife to a sitting position. “What?”

“We just got back from the party. When we pulled up, two bikes were roaring off. I think it was those fucking DKs again.”

“Goddamn it.” I surge to my feet, my hand spearing through my hair.

“We got the flames out before they did too much damage, but we’re gonna need a new front overhang. The one that covers the entrance is toast.”

“And the inside? Is there any damage?” I pace the room.

“Just a lot of smoke.”

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