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"Goddamn that's tight as fuck," he groaned, seating himself to the hilt only a second before pulling back out. Over and over he repeated that, until I was mindless and writhing underneath him. He was right it was going to happen again.

"Do it," he commanded on another growl. "Don't try to hold it back. I want your pussy coming on my dick this time."

He grabbed my hair and forced my eyes to meet his. His pupils were so large, making his eyes look black. As if he was the devil himself.

"Come," he ordered. "Now."

I had no defense in the face of such ferocious need. But I also didn't need it. If he was the devil, then I would gladly take a trip to hell with him.

I stopped fighting myself and gave all the control to him. My body shook wildly as that buildup of my core intensified and then exploded. Bigger, stronger, uncontrollable. I held on as tight as I could and rode the sweet, intense, and mind-blowing ride.

"Fuck yes! Goddamn it, Mandy, I fucking love this. Need this!" His words were rough and punctuated by the short jerky movements of his hips as he pounded into me. "I'm never giving this up," he cried out. "Never!" At that, he buried himself one last time and his cock pulsed inside me, bathing me with his release.

I was still in the throes of aftershocks as my mind tried to comprehend exactly what he'd said, or more importantly what it had meant. Admittedly, now was not the time for me to analyze him or this situation. My brain was on a euphoric high and I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

"Jesus Christ," he gasped. "That was fucking amazing." I would have reveled in those words for days if I could have. His praise meant the world to me.

Unfortunately, he was breathing hard and the sound of his wheezing as he attempted to get air into his lungs alarmed me. "Shit. I knew we shouldn't have done that." I pushed at his chest hard, but he didn't budge. Lying on top of me he was like dead freaking weight.

"Relax. I just need to catch my breath."

I swatted at his arm. "You do NOT get to tell me to relax. Not after you charged into a burning building and nearly got yourself killed." My voice rose a lot higher than I'd meant it to. But I think some of the fear from earlier was leaking through the walls that were crumbling thanks to him. "Let me up! I need to check your oxygen levels." I'd just gone past fear and straight into panic without passing go or collecting my two hundred dollars.

“Mandy.” He raised up on his hands and released some of his weight that pressed down on me. “I’m going to be okay. I swear it. I promise you if I’m having any real trouble, I will let you know.”

“Then let me up so I can check. I just need that peace of mind.”

I could tell he didn’t want to move, and I kind of didn’t blame him. Having him inside me again was pretty much the greatest feeling. But the fact it probably came with strings scared the hell out of me, and I needed a little more space to breathe. I'm sure all of that was written on my face and it was pretty much confirmed when his eyes shuttered and he pulled from my body, releasing his weight and a rush of warm liquid on my thighs.

It was then I realized he didn't have a condom on...again.

Son of a bitch.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Axel

I was on a serious,fucked-up roll.

I ripped my shirt over my head and quickly used it to clean up as much as I could. It wasn't enough. "Hang on."

At the look of pure horror etched on her face, I quickly disappeared into my bedroom and the adjoining bathroom to grab a towel. I'd made a mess of things and I wasn't referring to the wet spot on my couch. Furniture could be cleaned easy enough. My fucking Mandy without a condom not so much.

I wet the towel with some warm water and avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I knew better than this. But what really seemed wrong was the fact that in a way it didn't bother me at all. If she got pregnant with my kid, I would not be sad. I'd be thrilled.

It was kind of weird to admit that, since my entire adult life had been spent avoiding any kind of attachment at all. I'd made sure that every woman I was with understood that their place in my life was only temporary and if they couldn't deal with that, I scraped them off.

When Mandy had gotten pregnant all those years ago, I had not been ready. My only experience with family up to that point had been a father who liked to beat the shit out of me, and a mother who turned a blind eye. However, my years with the club had taught me different things, including the importance of family, even if it wasn't from blood.

I returned to the living room. Mandy had pulled up her pants and curled onto her side.

"I was coming right back to finish." I held up the towel.

"I figured since we'd already made the mess, it wasn’t going to make much difference at this point. I’ll just take a shower.”

She started to get up and I stopped her. “We should talk.”

“No, we really shouldn’t. It’s been a crazy long day, and I'm exhausted. I think we both need some sleep before we can begin to put any of today's events into perspective."

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