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HUNTER

Sadie sighed, and my still half-hard dick twitched. I was tempted not to let her rest before taking her again. And again. And again.

But I’d just popped her cherry, and her sweet little pussy needed a break before I stretched it with my big cock again.

Twin beds weren't made for a guy my size, either. Since I planned to keep her there for a while, we needed to get back to the clubhouse. She belonged in my space, in my giant bed, wrapped up in my arms with my come leaking out of her, my baby in her belly, and my ring on her finger.

One thing at a time, I reminded myself wryly.

“Let’s get you packed, sunshine,” I rumbled. “Might make it back in time for food.”

“Food?” she echoed, lifting her head and resting her chin on my chest.

“Some of the old ladies take turns making dinner. The boys handle the rest. Except Midnight and Racer—those jackasses aren’t anywhere allowed near the kitchen unless it’s mealtime.”

Sadie giggled, and damn if the sound didn’t make something warm spread through my chest.

“Let’s go.” I gave her ass a light smack and lifted her off my cock with a groan. She mewled in protest, and I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the ache. “Don’t make sounds like that, sunshine,” I gritted out. “If I lose my shit and fuck you again, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

She smirked, smug and satisfied, and I had to remind myself that breaking her was not the goal.Not yet.

“Be a good girl,” I warned. “Want that tight little pussy healed up fast ’cause I’m gonna spend a lot of time buried inside it.”

That earned me another giggle, followed by the cutest fucking pout that had me shaking my head. I rolled out of bed, grabbed the bag she’d dropped on the floor, and tossed it onto the mattress. She scooted to the other side and stood, glancing back over her shoulder as she crossed the room with an extra swing in her hips that had my dick pulsing again.

I narrowed my eyes. “Behave. If you keep that up, you’re gonna earn yourself a spanking.”

When she looked interested, I groaned and turned away from temptation. I dressed in record time and nearly sagged in relief when I saw her heading to the bathroom fully clothed.

While she packed her makeup and shampoo or whatever the fuck she needed, I hit her dresser. I grabbed an armful of underwear and dropped it in the suitcase, then the drawer full of shirts. When that was done, I scowled. The bag was already full, and we hadn’t even touched her closet.

I wanted to bring as much of her stuff as possible, so there wouldn’t be much to retrieve when she realized she’d moved in with me.

I stalked to the closet and found a bigger suitcase and a duffel. Exactly what I needed. By the time Sadie came out of the bathroom, I’d filled and zipped all three. They were lined up by the door, ready to go.

She blinked, glanced at the bags, then back at me with a raised brow.

“Don’t know how long this shit’s gonna take,” I explained with a shrug. “Figured it’s better to have what you need. Don’t wanna keep drivin’ out here every time you forget a hair tie.”

I didn’t mention she’d be needing all of it anyway. This wasn’t temporary. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Oh.” She nodded easily and didn’t question my explanation. Just trusted me. My chest tightened, pride hitting low and deep. She was so fucking perfect for me.

“Got everything else?”

Sadie looked around the room one last time. “Yep. I’m ready.”

I loaded her shit into the trunk of that rusty little clunker she called a car, glaring at it with distaste the whole time. It wasn’t dangerously unsafe, but the tin can wasn’t gonna cut it for my old lady. She needed something safer. More reliable. I made a mental note to handle that soon.

As we pulled out of the driveway, I clocked her twisting her hands in her lap even though her expression was curious and a little excited.

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?”

“It’s just…” she hesitated, then laughed softly. “I’ve never lived anywhere else. So it’s a little strange to think about. And now I’ll be living with a guy—” Her voice cut off, and she looked at me with wide eyes. “Um…not that we’re living together. I mean, I know—I’m not assuming?—”

I reached across the console and laid my hand over hers, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Relax, sunshine. You’re mine, remember? For now, that means you sleep where I sleep, live where I live. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

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