Page 88 of Rogue’s Reckoning

"On it, boss," Tempest agrees.

"The rest of us will keep things running smoothly here," Ghost continues. "We need to show strength now more than ever. The Shadow Hawks might be gone, but there's always someone waiting to take advantage of any perceived weakness."

There are nods of agreement all around the table. We all know how precarious our position can be in this world.

"Rogue," Ghost says, turning to me. "I need you to talk to Willow. See if there's anything else she can remember about that night, or about Ivy. Anything that might help us figure out what Lochlann was after."

I nod, though the thought of making Willow relive that night again makes my stomach churn. "I'll do my best," I promise. "But I won't push her if she's not ready."

Ghost's expression softens slightly. "Of course. Her wellbeing comes first. Just... keep your ears open. Sometimes the smallest detail can be important."

As the meeting wraps up and the brothers file out, Ghost holds me back with a hand on my arm.

"You okay, brother?" he asks quietly once we're alone.

I sigh, running a hand over my face. "Yeah, I guess. Just worried. About Willow, about Wren. It’s been full on for a while, and now that it’s not, I’m hoping things don’t change for the worse."

Ghost nods understandingly. "I know. But you'll figure it out. You always do."

"Yeah," I agree, though I can't quite shake the uneasy feeling in my gut. "I just hope whatever Ivy might have had doesn't come back to haunt us. Willow and Wren have been through enough already."

Ghost's expression turns serious. "We'll deal with whatever comes, brother. You know that. The club has your back—and Willow and Wren's too."

I nod, grateful for his reassurance. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

As I turn to leave, Ghost calls out one last time. "Rogue? Remember, what happened with Ivy... Willow can never know. For her own good."

I pause in the doorway, a weight settling in my chest. "I know," I say quietly. "She won't hear it from me."

With that, I head out of the chapel, my mind racing. I need to find Willow, hold her close, and remind myself that she's safe now. Whatever secrets are still out there, whatever danger might be lurking, I'll face it. For her. For our family.

As I walk toward our room, I can't help but wonder—what did Ivy know? And more importantly, where did she hide it? The thought that there might still be a threat out there, something that could hurt Willow or Wren, makes my blood run cold.

But I push those thoughts aside as I open the door to our room. Willow is there, curled up on the bed looking gorgeous as ever. My cock thickens as I close the door behind me.

The second I close the door, Willow looks up at me with those beautiful eyes. All thoughts of club business and potential threats fade away. Right now, all I want is to lose myself in her.

I cross the room in a few quick strides, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Willow responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull me closer.

"I need you," I murmur against her skin as I trail kisses down her neck. "Let me take care of you, Little Flower."

Willow nods, her breath hitching as I gently push her back onto the bed. I take my time undressing her, pressing reverent kisses to each inch of skin I uncover. By the time she's naked beneath me, she's squirming with need.

I settle between her legs, inhaling her intoxicating scent. The first swipe of my tongue against her core has Willow gasping, her fingers tangling in my hair. I take my time, savoring her taste as I build her pleasure slowly but steadily.

"Ezra," she moans, her hips rocking against my face. "Please..."

I redouble my efforts, sucking her clit as I slide two fingers inside her. It doesn't take long before she's crying out, her body shuddering with release. I work her through it gently, only pulling away when she tugs at my hair.

Willow pulls me up for a deep kiss, moaning as she tastes herself on my tongue. Then she's pushing at my shoulders, urging me onto my back.

"My turn," she says with a wicked grin that goes straight to my cock.

I groan as she takes me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she sinks down. The wet heat of her mouth is incredible, and it takes all my self-control not to thrust up into it.

"Fuck, Willow," I pant, watching as she bobs up and down my length. "That feels so good, baby."

She hums around me, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through my body. But as much as I'm enjoying this, I need to be inside her.

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