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With a racing heart, I drag my underwear and pants off. He shuffles behind me. I pull off my shirt too, wanting skin to skin contact. Then he’s against me with scalding skin and his erection hard as steel. His heavy breath flutters against my ear, followed by his tongue tracing the outside of it.

“I need you.” There’s a raw, desperate hunger in his voice, but tonight he’s in control.

“You have me,” I say breathlessly. “Always.”

He presses a kiss to my shoulder as a needy ache intensifies. Then he slowly pushes inside, stretching me open. He withdrawals and thrusts back inside with long, languid strokes. Heat rushes through my body in waves, and I arch and move against him, meeting his thrusts. He pins me in place, one arm curling around me. Possessing me. My fingers hold his arm tight as his steady in-and-out rhythm of slow, deep thrusts tortures me.

“Do you know how good you feel?”

I shake my head.

“Better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

I’m waiting for him to go faster and wilder, but he doesn’t. This feels different... this feelsmore, like—as usual—he’s using his actions rather than his words as he claims me. Emotions are firing at me from every direction. His muscular body sliding against mine is almost too much. With the scent of sex, the heavy breathing, and the emotional connection I’m feeling, my senses are drenched in him and I’m ready to spontaneously combust.

I can’t help myself. My arm slips around him and I grab his ass as he thrusts. I’m rewarded with a growl rumbling in his throat, so I dig my fingernails in, knowing that he likes it rough. The unbearable tensions build with every thrust, and I moan as I tighten around him. Every thrust takes him deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot again and again.

We cry out together as we come, and I’m gripping and pulsing around him, my hands gripping the sheets, squeezing. Though blood is roaring in my ears, I still hear him groan my name.

He keeps working me until I’m limp and then curls his arms around me, but I turn around and kiss him. “Just remember—you are wanted, you are loved.” He doesn’t answer, but I lay my head on his hard, damp chest, feeling the raging beat of his heart. I relax.

After the intimacy, I lie awake in surprise. I hear his breathing slow and deepen. I smile in the darkness, close my eyes, and join him.

SEVENTEEN

IVY – HE BARED HIMSELF

Ivy

Oh,have I got a spring in my step today. Jett has truly given every part of himself to me and been selfless. He told me about his past, and he showed me last night that he loves me. He may question his capacity for love, but he does love me.

It’s the weekend, and I’m smiling and swaying over the stove as I help Ava make pancakes for Sammy and the MC.

“Make sure you put chocolate chips in them,” Sammy says from the stool at the kitchen counter, from where she’s watching and scrutinizing like I’m going to mess it up.

I huff. “I won’t.” It’s not my first rodeo when it comes to pancakes.

The voices coming from outside the kitchen suggest people are awake. Sophie walks in looking as glamorous as always. I swear she just wakes up looking like an absolute bombshell. “Good morning,” she says cheerily.

“Good morning,” we reply.

She gets to work making her smoothie. Sammy puts her hands over her ears while the blender roars. After it’s finished, she puts the pink liquid into a glass and looks at me. Her eyes glitter and a cheeky grin curves on her face. She points at me. “You got Demon dick!”

Ava chokes, and I cackle as my cheeks burn, then put my finger to my mouth and glance around. “Shh!”

“What’s demon dick?” Sammy asks, ever so innocently, just in time for Viper to walk into the kitchen. I’m standing in shock, mortified she heard that.

Viper belts out a laugh, then stares at me. “Did she just say what I think she just said?”

I dash to Sammy while Ava takes over. “That’s a naughty word. We don’t say that. Sophie was just joking.” Lousy explanation, but it’s the first thing I thought of.

“Sorry about that,” Sophie apologizes, wincing.

“It’s fine,” I reply. They aren’t used to children her age at the clubhouse. “I need a coffee.”

At the coffee machine, I wait for Viper. He’s smirking. He playfully elbows me and whispers, “Demon dick, hey?”

With cheeks now burning, I pretend I didn’t hear the playful jab. We all go eat breakfast, but I don’t miss Viper smirking at us as he sits across from Jett and me at the dining table.

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