Page 135 of Rescue Us

“Go take care of your girl.” He released me and made his way to the side of the house he shared with his wife.

“Cyrus.” Ainsley’s soft voice pulled me right into her arms. “I need you,” she whispered into the crook of my neck.

Grabbing her hand, I quickly led her down into the basement. I would show her the house later but right now, I really needed to give her a tour of every inch of my cock.

Once we were in my bedroom that was now hers as well, I kicked the door closed and had her in my arms.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, kissing my jaw. She fisted my hoodie, pulling me closer.

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” I cupped her ass, pushing her back until she hit the edge of the bed.

“You won’t.” She laid on the bed and began stripping. When she was fully naked, my eyes dropped to the bandage at her side. “Please, Cyrus. I need you.”

Stripping out of my own clothes, I crawled onto the bed between her legs. “We should go slowly.”

“No.” She wrapped her hands around me, pumping hard, fast, and pulling me toward the spot I wanted to be forever. “We can go slow later. I just need a release. Please, Sir.”

Letting her guide me to her sweet pussy, I slowly lowered into her.

A sigh trembled through us both at feeling that connection once again between us.

Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around her throat, running my thumb along the gold collar. It was the only thing she was wearing while the rest of her was completely bare for me.

“I love you,” I grunted, thrusting slow and deep.

“I love you, Cyrus.” Her hands trailed down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me forward.

I stopped, staring down at her. “Marry me.”

“I’m wearing your collar.” A cheeky grin spread on her face. “Do you even have to ask me?”

I tilted my head, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a yes, pet?”

Ainsley tapped her mouth.

Lowering my lips to hers, I breathed her in and swallowed heryes.

Cyrus

My baby boys,

If you’re reading this, I’m obviously no longer around. I know it’s morbid, but I needed to write this letter just in case. With the line of work your father is in, I knew it could happen.

So first, I just want to say how sorry I am that we left you. I had your dad read this. He thought I was crazy and said that we would always be around forever and ever, but I convinced him to look at it realistically. People die. It happens. I’m just sorry that it happened to us.

I never told anyone about this letter. Just him. But I know that someone will come across this one day and give it to you when you’re ready. If you’re reading this, clearly, that time is now.

My first regret is not showing you both how much we love you. You were definitely a surprise, but know that your father and I loved you endlessly. Even as boys, you’re both strong in your own way.

Sammy, your humor and your smiles are contagious. I joked around with your dad once, saying that you were going to grow up to be a comedian. He was having none of that. He said that his boys would join Hell’s Harlem much like their daddy.

I couldn’t agree more but still liked to poke the bear anyway.

Cyrus, you’re quiet but you listen. You’re also a stubborn little boy. Or man, I guess you would be now. It’s so weird, writing this, thinking how both of you are hopefully married at this point. Happy. Fathers. And more. So much more.

I want you to have everything that life has to offer you.

But what I want most of all is for you to be there for each other. You’re brothers but you’re also best friends. Be that until the very end. Never let a woman come between you. Never let the club come between you.

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