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Jameson’s eyes are filled with sadness, even if he doesn’t shed a tear. “I had a brother—Wyatt. Mom was giving him a bath one day, and the phone rang. She gotdistracted. Dad said it was just for a minute, but by the time she got back, it was too late.One minuteand everything changed. I was too young to remember any of that clearly. But Dad told me it was the one thing that’d always haunted him. Even after Mom left us, he said he barely felt what she did because nothing hurt like losing a child.”

“That’s a lot for a five-year-old to process.”

And now it makes sense why Jameson resists any kind of connection outside his club. He’s felt loss in ways most people never do.

It isn’t his ego or his title that holds him back—it’s his fear.

“My grandma moved in with us after that, and she’s always been good to me. It was a big hole to fill, but she tried her best. I’ll never be able to pay her back for that.”

I plant a kiss on his shoulder. “From what I’ve seen, you try. You’re good to her.”

“I’m not good for anyone but my club, Tempe.”

“You’re good for me and Austin.” I prop myself up to look down at him. “You took us in when you didn’t have to. You make my brother laugh. You showed him how to change the oil on your bike. It’s not always the big things that count. It’s just being there for people. Austin sees that, and he appreciates it. We both do.”

A small smile curls up in the corner of Jameson’s mouth. “Kids are usually scared of me, but he sure takes after his sister. Always keeping me on my toes.”

I laugh. “That’s only because he looks up to you. And he trusts you enough to be himself around you.”

Jameson’s smile slowly drifts away as he stares at me, brushing my hair off my face. “Nothing’s going to happen to you or him, Tempe. I won’t let it.”

“Promise?”

“On my life.”

“Even when you get tired of us?”

Jameson grabs my jaw. “There’s no such thing as getting tired of you.”

His hand grazes my side, and he grabs my ass. He lifts me to him to steal a kiss. He nips my lower lip, and the mood in the room shifts.

Climbing up, I pull the sheet back and kneel between his legs. Wrapping my hand around his hard cock, I stroke it.

“What do you think you’re doing, wildfire?”

“Thanking you for taking care of us.” I run my thumb along his cock, teasing him. “And relaxing you before you start your long day.”

“You want to relax me?” He laces his hands behind the back of his head and grins.

I nod.

“Then spit on it.”

“Yes, President.” I smirk, and his cock pulses at my words.

Leaning forward, I don’t break our stare while I spit on his cock, stroking it up and down.

His chest vibrates with a growl when I do it again.

“What now?” I don’t need direction, but I know he likes giving it.

And no matter how much I’ve resisted that in my life, I want to offer my submission to this man.

Stroking his cock again, his abs flex with every tight pull.

“Pinch your nipple for me, wildfire.”

I reach up with my free hand and pinch my nipple, tugging and teasing it for him while he watches me. I toy with myself and stroke his cock. And he’s patient, savoring every moment between us. Never rushing, even when I try to.

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