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I feel Travis smile against my skin before he drags his tongue down my body as his hands go to the button of my jeans, undoing them and, slowly, as he licks down my body, he brings my jeans and underwear down my legs, removing them along with my sneakers. He throws them on the floor, his mouth never leaving my skin.

Slowly, he spreads my legs as he pushes his hands up the inside of my thighs, opening me for him as his mouth covers between my legs, and he sucks hard, making me gasp.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste,” he groans before he shoves his tongue inside my entrance as his fingers find my clit, strumming it hard and fast.

“T-Travis,” I scream as my stomach tightens and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans as he licks up my juices before he quickly climbs up my body and presses his lips against mine, my release filling my mouth and making my clit pulse quicker. Without breaking the kiss, he hooks his hands beneath my knees, holding my legs up as he thrusts inside me hard.

Damn, when did he remove his jeans?

I gasp and arch my back, my body still not used to his length, but he doesn’t give me time to get used to him. Instead, he thrusts hard and fast, and oh wow, oh so deep, sending so much pleasure through my body, and I break the kiss, throwing my head back.

Travis latches onto my nipple, biting hard as my walls squeeze him, and before I know it, wetness spreads between us, and my second orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck…” he moans against my skin, his hips losing rhythm as he comes inside me, and not once do I think of protection.

Travis lifts his head, pressing his lips against mine, and I moan, tasting myself on his lips, and his member twitches inside me.

“Just so you know, Angel, we’re not leaving this room for the rest of the night. Dad’s picking up Micha, and we’ve got lost time to make up for,” Travis whispers against my lips before kissing me hard. I melt, allowing him to do as he says, trying not to worry about the future and whether a fresh start is even possible between us.

26

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“I think we need to let her go,” Acid says as he looks at his notes before him. “She’s late half the time, flirts with every fucking customer going, before trying to stick them with a higher check so she can take the extra she charged. And last night,” he shudders, “I walked into my office to find her on my desk, shoving a fucking breadstick into her cunt, begging me to fuck her.”

I bite my knuckles to stop my laughter from escaping at the disgusted look Acid has on his face.

Steal chuckles. “Then fire her brother.”

He winces. “She’s Target's new woman.”

“Fuck…” I mutter, knowing the brother is smitten with his new girl; I just had no idea it was Coleen. I sigh. “Still fire her, and show him the footage. She’s a patch chaser, through and through, so make sure you warn him she could claim to be pregnant, and that a very hormonal Perrie will be after her.”

Acid nods with a sullen look, not wanting to upset Target.

He’s a brother who was a nomad after he lost his wife to The Killers a few years back. He’s finally found someone he sees a future with, only for her to be using him for a cushy life.

“Alright, next on the agenda,” Steal says, looking down. “Western? He’s the last of his rounds of prospects after Harry got his cut last week.”

He looks around the room, and I’m the first one to say, “Aye, put a patch on him,” because the fucker has earned it tenfold. One by one, each brother around the table says “aye,” and Steal grins, banging the gavel.

“I’ll order his cut and next month we’ll patch him in. Now, the club run next week….” He looks around the table again before looking at Piston.

“Rebels can’t meet again; their traitor is still at large, so we’ll be going all the way to Texas. Snake said he’ll put a couple of us up, but the rest need to stay in a motel. It’ll be a five-day round trip, so we need brothers who won’t mind being gone that long,” Piston says as he looks down at the paperwork before him. “The van will be full of guns and ammo, the biggest shipment we’ve done.”

Before anyone could volunteer, I put my hand up and stated, “I’m going, but I’ll stay at a motel for the two nights.”

Steal glares my way and snaps, “I thought you were trying to save your fucking marriage.”

Shotgun chimes in, “Yeah, brother, you’ve barely left her side for two days since you took her back to your room. Leaving for five days will allow her to change her mind, brother.”

I shake my head, trying to hide my smile at their love for my wife. Now, she hasn’t come back to the clubhouse since the morning I woke her up with my face between her legs, but I have been with her the whole two days, her and our son, and when she’s at work, something she’s still refusing to quit, I’m with her, sitting at the bar while my dad stays with Micha.

I’ve ensured she realizes I’m not going anywhere, and the fact she still has the new rings on her finger is a good fucking sign.

She’s still struggling to let go of the past, but she’s trying, and that is all I can ask for because, let’s face it, I’m not letting her go.

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