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“On our way to Texas, I came out of the gas station and ran straight into your arms,” I remind him, and he nods. I swallow hard. “I was told to hold you close and never let you go, that you loved me, and I needed to forgive you. I’m being told that at least twice a day.”

He furrows his brows as Dr. Larsa asks, “By who, Heaven?”

I look her way briefly before looking at my husband, and I admit, “She was held captive for a year, but with the help of an old lady, she ran and didn’t want to return to the club. She had no money and had no choice but to get a job at the gas station,so I took out $3,000 from Micha's savings account, and gave it to her. Nearly every day since, she messages me. She doesn’t tell me where she is, only that she is safe.”

Travis’s eyes widen, instantly knowing who I’m talking about, and he rasps, “Aurora….”

I nod. “I went to the bathroom, but I could feel the guy behind the counter keep looking at me, and I didn’t pay attention when I walked into the ladies’. I bumped into a figure, and it was Aurora.” My eyes tear up. “My first instinct was to get you, which says a lot really, but she begged me not to.” I squeeze his hands. “I’m telling you this now, with her permission, because I’m wanting to move forward with you….”

“Heaven,” he whispers, but I shake my head.

“This is me trusting you with something the club cannot know about because I promised a scared nineteen-year-old, who kept to her promise to let me know she’s okay. This is me putting my faith in you to prove to me that my feelings come before the club.” I sniffle. “This is me, Travis, putting my all back into this marriage, back into you…. I’m willing to forget the past, to rip up the divorce papers, sell the house, and put my trust back in you, but the question is, will you agree?”

I keep my eyes locked with my husband’s, and hold my breath.

I struggled to keep this from him, proving my trust was developing again, but I was scared to confide in him, scared his club would come first.

Now he just has to prove to me it doesn’t.

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Her taste fills me as I slowly circle her clit, my eyes watching her sleeping features.

“I’m willing to forget the past, to rip up the divorce papers and put my trust back in you, but the question is, will you agree?”

Her words ring out as I dip my tongue inside her, and she moans in her sleep.

Do I like keeping this big a secret from Steal, the brothers, and Aurora’s father? No, but if my wife tells me not to say anything because Aurora wants a fresh start away from the club because she was held captive for a year, then I’ll keep my mouth shut.

If this is what it takes for her to see that she can trust me, then so be it.

Aurora is safe, something I have permission to share with Steal only. Aurora makes sure that Heaven is kept updated, which is enough for me. As soon as Aurora is ready, I, along with theclub, will kill the fucker who held her captive, a fucker I know, in my gut, is Axe.

Heaven moans again as I circle her clit and then gently suck the bud into my mouth while I place two fingers at her entrance and slowly push them in, her walls sucking me in, making me groan against her bundle of nerves.

Heaven jolts, and I look up as our eyes connect.

“Well, good morning,” she rasps, full of sleep, and I suck her clit harder in pulses and thrust my fingers hard, fast, and deep, giving her an even better “good morning.”

Heaven throws her head back and screams out in pleasure, and I’m suddenly fucking happy I soundproofed our bedroom, not needing our son to come in and interrupt us.

Heaven’s walls strangle my fingers as her pussy gushes, her orgasm flooding my hand and mouth, and I groan, closing my eyes, enjoying the taste as I quickly move my mouth to catch it all, not willing to waste a single drop.

As soon as her pussy releases my fingers, her walls fluttering, I pull my hand back and stick my fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, before I climb up my wife’s body. My lips slam down on hers, and I kiss her in a hard, bruising, passionate kiss as I hook her left leg in the crook of my arm, lifting it as I blindly find her entrance with the tip of my weeping cock. As soon as I find my mark, I thrust forward hard and fast, not giving her chance to come down from her orgasm.

I groan as Heaven moans, our tongues tangling fiercely, our bodies moving as one.

My balls tighten, sweat beading at the base of my spine, and I know I need to come, so I tilt my hips, ensuring I hit her G-spot, and within seconds, at my punishing speed, her body tightens, her walls squeezing my dick tightly. She comes, screaming in my mouth, and I swallow her sounds as my balls release, and my orgasm hits me hard, making everything go black.

I slow my thrusts after a few seconds, bottoming out, and I slow the kiss before pecking her four, five, six times, then pull up.

“Morning, my Angel,” I breathe, and she giggles, causing me to groan as her pussy flutters tighter around me.

Shaking my head, I kiss her again and whisper, “I think we need a shower….”

Heaven’s eyes show love and happiness as she reminds me, “Every time we shower, we never end up clean.”

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