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“Please, Brick, touch me,” I whimper, needing more than just the pounding—I need to come, need to feel the release that’s been building inside me.

His hand slides down to my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is electric, and it drives me to the edge. My body tightens, my breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream, my back arching off the bed as I come, my pussy clenching around him, milking his cock.

But Brick doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding into me, driving me to a second orgasm before pulling out and slapping a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. The slick sound fills the room as he runs his fingers down to my tight hole, teasing it, preparing me for what’s coming next.

I shudder, my body still vibrating from the force of my orgasm, but I need more. I need him—all of him.

Brick lines up behind me, and with a growl, he pushes inside, the stretch almost too much as his cock enters my back entrance. I gasp, my body tensing at the sensation, but he doesn’t stop. He slows his movements, giving me time to adjust, letting me feel the fullness of him as he pushes deeper.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice rough with concern.

“Yes, Brick. Please, don’t stop,” I beg again, needing him to move.

And then he does, his thrusts slow and controlled at first, but as he feels me relaxing, he increases his pace, slamming into me from behind while his fingers continue to work my clit. The combination of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clitdrives me insane with pleasure, and I can’t help but moan, my body shaking, trembling with every thrust.

My second orgasm builds quickly, and when it hits, I scream his name, my entire body shuddering, my pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. He doesn’t stop—he drives harder, faster, pushing me over the edge again, making me come harder this time.

Brick’s own orgasm hits soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he spills deep, filling me completely. I can feel the warmth of his release, and it only makes the intensity of my own orgasm worse, my body spasming around him.

For several heartbeats, we stay locked together, both trembling with aftershocks. Then he collapses beside me, gathering me against his chest, his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my ear.

“Thank you,” he says after a while, voice muffled in my hair.

“For the orgasm?” I tease, wanting to see him smile.

It works. His lips curve up, some of the darkness receding from his eyes. “For not letting me push you away. For knowing what I needed better than I did.”

38

ROWAN

I tracepatterns on his chest, not wanting to break the peace we’ve found but knowing we can’t hide from reality forever. “Will you tell me now? What happened today that’s got you so fucked up?”

He sighs, the sound dragged from somewhere deep.

“There are things about us—about me and my brothers—that you don’t know,” he begins. “Things we did during the five years we were away from Wolf Pike.”

I prop myself up on one elbow, looking down at him. “I’ve been living with you for weeks. Sharing your bed, your life. Nothing you tell me will change that.”

He takes a deep breath. “We worked for an organization called Cerberus. Black ops, off the books. The kind of missions no one acknowledges.”

The name sends an unexpected chill down my spine.

“We infiltrated criminal networks,” he continues. “Taking down traffickers, drug cartels, the worst kind of predators. Our lastmission before we left was dismantling a cocaine distribution network run by the Vipers MC. We cost them millions, took out several key players.”

My entire body goes cold, blood freezing in my veins. Vipers MC. My father’s club. The organization I was born into and raised to eventually lead.

“The Vipers?” I manage, my voice surprisingly steady.

Brick nods, oblivious to my reaction. “One of the most dangerous MCs on the West Coast. Their president, Cypher, he’s a special kind of monster.”

The world seems to tilt beneath me. Cypher. My father’s chosen name. The name that inspired fear in everyone from rival gangs to law enforcement. The name I grew up both loving and fearing.

“Today at the meeting,” Brick continues, “we found out Cypher’s put a bounty on our heads. Two million each. He thinks we’re still working for Cerberus and still targeting his operation. The truth is, we walked away years ago, but Cerberus is still after him. They’re using us as bait.”

He keeps talking, but his words become distant, muffled as if he’s speaking underwater. My father is hunting the men I love. The men I love hunted my father. It’s a nightmare so absurd I want to laugh, but the sound would probably come out as a scream.

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