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I slip off my sweatpants and settle between her thighs. “Remember, if you want to stop at any time, we will,” I tell her as I line the head of my dick at her entrance.

“If you stop right now, I might just want to smack you,” she threatens. I might have felt fear but the giggle at the end lets me know she’s teasing.

Slowly, so fucking slowly I feel like time has stopped, I enter her, watching for any signs of discomfort or distress, but I don’t see anything except bliss and wonder. When I’m finally fullyseated, my groin pressed against hers, I start moving, again, paying attention to her expressions.

Her arms come around my shoulders as she wraps her legs around my hips, letting me go deeper. “God, Moira, you feel like heaven,” I grunt out, my thrusts growing stronger and longer as I work to build another orgasm in her.

“You do too,” she breathily replies, her nails lightly scratching me. It doesn’t hurt, thankfully, but even if it did, I wouldn’t give that first fuck.

Feeling the tingling at the base of my spine, I know I’m about to come, so I slip my hand between us and begin circling her clit with my thumb. “You gonna give me another one?” I ask, my thrusts now erratic. “Want you coming on my cock, babe.”

When I feel her pussy clamp down on my dick, I can’t hold back any longer. As she goes over the edge, screaming out her release, I thrust once, twice, and on the third one, plant myself deep and bellow out her name.

As though our first time broke the dam inside her, all through the night, we reach for each other. Finally, sometime before daybreak, she falls into a deep sleep, wrapped around me as though she’s an octopus.

“You’re forever mine now, Moira,” I whisper before I join her in a sated, satisfied slumber.

My phone ringing several minutes later, although in reality it could’ve been hours later, has me sitting straight up in bed. Moira doesn’t even budge. No, she rolls into my pillow with a little sigh and continues sleeping. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s Brick calling, so I slip my sweatpants on and head outside, so I don’t disturb her.

“Brick? What’s happening?”

“You alone, Brother?” he asks.

“Yeah, Moira’s still asleep. Talk to me,” I demand of my president, my friend. I need to know if she’s still in danger, so maybe I shouldn’t have barked at him, but I know he’d do the same for his ol’ lady.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

Brick

“I don’t want to make this call,” I growl out, looking at Banshee who’s sitting across from me in my office. “Not at all.”

“He’s gotta know, Brick,” Ban replies.

“Fuck. I swear, ever since we became aware of those motherfucking fundamentalists, it’s been one fire after another. Would be nice to just be for once, ya know?” I ask.

“Probably not our lot in life, Brother. We’re bikers, for fuck’s sake, so there’s always gonna be someone who wants to piss in our patch and try to take us down.”

“But why now?” I mutter.

“Someone saw us is all. Dragon’s doing damage control, and Wrecker’s helping him, remember?” Banshee questions.

Angling my eyes up to the ceiling, I release a stressful sigh. “Yeah, but still, I’ll feel better once Kracken, and Moira are home.”

“Then make the fucking call.” Knowing he’s right, and I can’t put this off, I glance down at the offending device and take a moment to compose myself.

He leaves my office and I pick up my phone, sighing the whole time. There are times when I wonder if it wouldn’t be better to just walk away from all of it. Naw… a bad day in my world is still better than the best day in the civilian world as far as I’m concerned.

“Are we in danger? IsMoirain danger?” Kracken asks me.

“Not exactly,” I retort, still a bit pissed at his initial tone. Granted, it’s early as fuck, so it’s likely I woke him up, but still, he needs to remember who I am and who he is in the scheme of things.

“Brick,” he pleads. “Tell me what’s going on? Is it Lynchburg? Her parents? What?”

I sigh again, my fingers drumming against the wood of my desk. “Both, actually. Once we got the information from her parents that she was meant to be a breeder in their cause, we decided to take them to Lynchburg and let Dragon do his thing on all of them, her parents included.”

“Not seeing a problem with that, Brother,” he replies.

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