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She lets go of my cock. “I’m not done,” she whimpers, her voice raw with hunger.

“You can finish me off with your mouth next time,” I tell her, already gripping her hips and hauling her up to me.

With Sadie on her knees, her legs on either side of my hips, she aligns my cock at her entrance and slides me inside. A moan escapes my throat. She feels so tight and hot. Sadie was made for me. When she pulls herself back up and slams down harder, repeating the action over and over, I sit back and watch. I’m so close to coming, but not without Sadie.

I move so that I can reach Sadie’s breasts, which are bouncing up and down, and lock my mouth over one of her nipples, sucking until she grips the back of my head and bears down hard on my cock. I feel her muscles contract around my cock and hear her low, needy moan. My fingers stroke her clit, and suddenly, I hear a desperately passionate moan rising from deep in her throat, until she spirals over the cliff in an orgasmic haze.

While she’s riding the wave, I roll her onto her back and fuck her pussy hard and fast, sinking inside her and watching her juices soak my cock. I thrust inside her once more, and that’s all I need to join her, moaning my release. She clings to my arms, her teeth sinking into my shoulder. It’s fucking phenomenal!

We stay like this for a while, then I slowly roll off, noticing that we haven’t used a condom this time.

“Sadie, we didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment. I’m clean, though. I had a full physical a few months back and haven’t been with anyone but you.”

“I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’ve been tested too,” she replies.

“Still, I should have been more careful. This is on me.” I don’t want Sadie to feel like she can’t trust me.

“We both got caught up in the moment,” she says. “Unfortunately, nothing is a hundred percent when it comes to contraception. Only thing that’s certain is abstaining,” she teases.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t think that’s going to happen. We’ll stock up on condoms. And maybe one day, we won’t need them.” I’ve never thought about having a kid of my own. Then again, I never thought I’d find a woman like Sadie. She’ll be a fantastic mother one day.

“One day, Rebel. But not now,” she agrees.

Chapter9

Found Him

Rebel

I’m used to my phone ringing in the middle of the night. Usually, it’s Falcon letting us know that plans have changed and we need to be someplace in a hurry. So, it’s no big deal when my phone goes off at four in the morning. Except, when I glance at the screen, it’s Bull and not Falcon.

I grab my phone and slink out of bed, heading toward the living room. “Yo, bud, you okay?”

“Fucking fantastic,” he says, his voice low. He’s probably trying not to wake Maya up. “Got news. My guy Slim, he’s got eyes on the guy who hurt Sadie.”

“Is he sure it’s him?” Seems like I’ve been after this bastard for eons.

“He seems to think so. The guy is sitting inside a titty bar, sucking back beers. Slim’s convinced it’s Rod Tyler. Same ink as the photo I gave him. What’s your plan?” Bull asks.

“My plan would be to beat the shit out of him like he did Sadie,” I growl.

“Bro,” Bull drawls. “What would Sadie want?”

“Is Slim good to sit on him for another hour?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll call Falcon. The plan is to pick him up and deliver him to the cops. Although Rod might fall a couple of times before he reaches the precinct. He’s been drinking all night. He’s unsteady on his legs. I don’t think he’ll be moving too fast,” I say, giving him a warning that I plan on getting a little payback for what he did to Sadie.

Bull laughs. “I can live with that.”

“Send me the address. Falcon and I will meet you there.” My next call is to Falcon. His voice is groggy with sleep, but he quickly comes to life when I tell him that we have Rod Tyler waiting for us to pick him up.

“Pick you up in fifteen,” Falcon states and hangs up.

I go back into the bedroom, grab some clothes, and move into the bathroom so as not to wake Sadie. I write her a note and place it on the pillow next to her. She rarely wakes in the night, but if she does, I don’t want her worrying.

It’s hard to leave her when I see her lying there with nothing but a sheet covering her lower half. Her long red hair is strewn over the pillow, and she’s lying on her side with one hand under her cheek and one leg over the other.

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