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Burying his face in her hair, taking in her coconut and vanilla scent, Scar reached beneath her to grab hold of the nipple he’d suckled minutes ago, knowing it would be sensitive. Tally shuddered with pleasure, a gasp escaping her.

“Julian,” she moaned.

Fuck, he needed her mouth again. Shifting them onto their sides, Tally’s head rested on Scar’s right bicep. He took his left hand away from her breast, hooking his arm under her left knee and pulled her leg up to her chest. Lowering his right hand to her other breast, he thrust inside of her, claiming her mouth, her pussy, and her nipple in unison.

Not enough. Never enough.

He was a starving man who’d just been given an endless buffet of delicate sweetness. Eventually, they would have to come up for air, to face reality again, but not this moment, nor the next. All that mattered in the world was Tally.

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After going outsidein the nearly moonless night to retrieve their bags and her cane, they took a shower. When Tally dropped down to her knees, taking him into her mouth, Scar swore he’d never shower alone again.

Returning to the bed, Scar laid flat while Tally ran her hands over every inch of him. First on his belly and then on his back. She found every scar, every stitch, every bruise. Her bending to lick the hard ridges of his six-pack was only second to the acceptance on her face as she learned his body.

Then she placed a makeshift blindfold over his eyes with a pillaged towel from the bathroom and let him do the same. As Scar worked his hands over her ample breasts and the curves of her waist, he understood just how much of life he missed out on by his tactile hypersensitivity.

Scar hadn’t intended to fall asleep. It felt like such a waste of time when he had a naked Tally in bed with him. The fact that he slept at all was momentous, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

In the glow of the morning sun coming through the window, Scar’s sleep-fogged eyes landed on the seven figures standing in the bedroom. He did not move, staring at the men as they stared down at him. One by one, they gave him a nod of approval before walking out of the room.

Patriot.

Lamb Chop.

St. Nick.

Sparkles.

Farmboy.

Cajun.

The last to leave looked just as Scar remembered him, that youthful face and cocky smile. Little Tyke snapped to attention, his hand at a perfect salute. Dropping his arm, he nodded and winked before following his brothers out the door.

Maybe Scar wasn’t the only one who could finally get some rest.

CHAPTER22

Tally awoke to the feel of soft kisses running down her naked spine. She smiled, hugging her pillow closer to her face.

“Mmm… That feels really nice.” She was deliciously sore between her legs, but if they were going to be riding on the motorcycle again, she didn’t think she could handle another round.

She felt Scar shift behind her and then an electronic voice said,“Your ass is sexy covered in my cum.”

Tally snorted. “So that’s what your voice sounds like. Very mechanical, but I like it.”

Scar’s lips touched her shoulder as he pressed himself flush with her back. His arm came under hers, and when the voice spoke next, it came from in front of her.“I downloaded an app on your phone that does Text to Talk.”

“I suppose that’s easiest since we have a lot to talk about.” She bit her lip and then asked, “Canyou talk? It’s okay if you can’t. I just… Bulldog said you could, but…” She felt her cheeks heat. “I figured if you could then you would have last night.”

“José talks too much.”Tally waited, feeling the muscles in his arm twitch as he texted.“I swore I would never lie to you. I don’t know. I’ve tried over the years and nothing has happened. I feel like I can, but I can’t. Maybe the better wording would be Idon’tspeak.”

“Does it hurt you, when you try?”

“Hurt is a relative word. Touch hurts. It’s like burning lava. And don’t pull away from me. Your touch burns too, but it’s different. It’s like hot soup on a cold winter day.”

Tally smiled at the analogy. “I’m glad. I never want to do anything to hurt you.”

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