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“In my pocket.”

I lifted his heavy jeans from the floor and pulled a long strand of condoms from the pocket. I held them up with a question in my eyes.

“I had lots of dreams,” he said with a lecherous grin.

I gave him a naughty grin of my own, and very slowly rolled the condom over his mighty cock while he gritted his teeth. Payback was hell.

Neither of us felt like laughing when his broad shaft fought to enter me. He inched his way deeper until he reached what I was sure was my limit. Then, he shoved in another inch. I was fulland tight. It was marvelous. Sweet began to move, kissing me and mimicking his body’s movements with his tongue.

The tension built quickly since he was so large he managed to touch all of my insides. My entire body tightened until it was difficult to breathe. I wrapped my legs around Sweet and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts as they became faster. There was no pain despite the length and width of his cock. My body seemed to be made for him as the muscles squeezed around him. My nails dug into his back, leaving bloody scratches to add to the scars he already owned, yet he didn’t appear to notice.

His touch was gentle as he kneaded my breasts while pounding himself inside me. The friction between us could have started a forest fire. I was definitely melting inside and out.

Sweet tensed, and I knew he was losing his battle for control. His cock pulsated when he came and brought on my orgasm. It went on and on until I thought I’d lose my mind. I understood why they called it the little death. For a second I truly thought I was dying. I felt the heat of his seed through the sheath that covered him. It warmed me through and through and let me know I was alive.

Though his orgasm had ended Sweet kept moving. He whispered in my ear, “Go up with me again.”

I did because it was easy, and I wanted it. This time I hid my face in his chest to keep from crying out his name when I came. I had no intention of waking my son. I had things I still wished to do with Sweet, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got what I wanted.

That was easy, too. Sweet was more than willing to indulge me. His dream had been met so he was willing to give me mine. He finally gave me the chance to fully taste him. I drank his cum without spilling a delicious drop. Sex with him was a fantasy that came to life. It would never be the same with another man. Sweet had ruined that.

Chapter 14

I slept hard, butonly for a couple of hours. I’d spent most of the night making fantasies come true for Jemma and myself. I woke with her soft body curled to my side. I didn’t want to move unless it was to enter her once more with the throbbing cock that I sported every morning. I ignored that need because she was sleeping peacefully, and I feared she was sore from screwing during the previous hours. I worried I’d harmed her since she was so small.

There was also the fact that Jackson was in the house. I needed to shower and dress before he got up. He had given his full trust to me.

He expected me to be guarding Jemma and him. I had guarded Jemma. I hadn’t left her alone for even a minute, but that wasn’t what Jackson would see as guarding. I certainly hadn’t given him much thought all night. I’d fallen down on my promise.

Angry with myself, I rose as quietly as I could so I didn’t disturb Jemma. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and headed for the shower. I was determined to be in the kitchen when Jackson woke up. I would never tell him how I’d spent the night and hoped that Jemma would keep our actions to herself as well. If this went any further, then we could have a talk with the kid. But for now, I wasn’t even sure if the night had been a one-time thing for Jemma or more. I knew what I wanted, but she had a mind of her own as she’d proven by greeting me in a skimpy towel and asking me to take her.

I was still in shock that she’d been so daring. I’d known for a while that there was a sexual tension between us, but I never believed for one second that she’d allow anything to happen. I wasn’t going to complain though. She’d rocked my world in a whole lot of ways. I doubted I’d ever find satisfaction in having sex with the women who hung around the club again. There was no emotion involved in that. Now that I knew emotion made such a difference I wasn’t about to settle for less.

I blew her sleeping form a kiss as I left the bedroom for the safety of the kitchen. Thankfully, there was no sign of Jackson. It didn’t make me happy to see that the cop was no longer out front. His shift had ended, and no one had replaced him. I was going to have to ask Prime for another night off even though I already knew he wouldn’t be able to accommodate it. He’d given me more leeway than I ever thought he would.

I started a pot of coffee and placed the call.

“I know I’m waking you up, Prime, but I need to ask you a question. I have a problem that requires a resolution long before tonight,” I began.

“I wasn’t a sleep. We had some trouble last night. Some fucker broke into Colt’s gym and trashed it. The punching bags were cut open. The glass walls of the private classrooms were shattered, and the sparring ring was destroyed. The alarm went off, butthe damage was done in the few minutes it took for us and the cops to arrive. It had to have been more than one person,” Prime explained.

“And you think the damn cartel had something to do with it, don’t you? The bastards are challenging us. Why didn’t you fucking call me? This kind of shit is my job.”

“Jemma and the kid were your job last night. But I can’t spare your ass again. I know that’s why you’re calling. The cops won’t watch over her anymore. They’re leaving the gym to us, too. The cartel is shitting on their parade, too. The assholes are becoming bold, and that’s what’s going to trip them up. Breaking into the gym wasn’t about money or drugs. They were baiting us, letting us know they’re aware of our legit businesses. They seem to think they’ll take us out by attacking us that way,” Prime replied.

“Then, they’re stupid. We’re more diversified than they know. This is going to end up in a physical battle. Some throats are gonna have to get cut, and some bodies will disappear. Until then, we’ve got to hold them out of our territory,” I stated.

“Which means I have to pull you back in. I realize you’re torn, and Jemma needs protection. Ask her to come into the club every night after she gets off work and the kid gets out of school. We can watch over them here. Someone can entertain the kid in our private lounge while Jemma spends time with you. It’s the best I can offer,” Prime said.

“I’ll ask, but she may blow me off. She’s barely gotten used to me. Sticking her into the whole MC environment may be a bad idea. She’ll run scared.”

“It’s your only choice,” Prime reminded me.

“I know,” I admitted before hanging up. I pinched the part of my nose between my eyes to ease the headache that was brewing. My life was becoming complicated at a really bad time. The club was my family and had been for years. I wouldn’t letthem down. But I also kept promises, and I’d made them to both Jackson and Jemma.

“The cop’s gone,” Jemma said quietly from behind me.

“I know,” I replied. “You might be safe, but I can’t promise that. Prime says I have to work tonight. There’s been trouble two nights in a row, and I’m needed. I’m the enforcer, Jemma. I can’t just disappear from the club.”

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