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“Tongue.” His jaw clenches.

I stick my tongue out, and he places the head of his cock on it, sliding it over me slowly while stroking himself.

“You’re so pretty, begging for my cum.” He strokes again, still not thrusting in.

He rubs the head of his cock on my wet tongue, painting circles as he pleasures himself to the sight of it. With a final pull, his body stiffens, and the first warm rope of cum shoots into my mouth.

Jameson holds my jaw with one hand, stretching my mouth open, coating my tongue and lips with his release.

Cum leaks down my throat and drips down my chin as I stare up at him.

“Your tongue looks so much better painted in my cum than it does talking back to me, wildfire.” He collects what’s dripping with his thumb and shoves it into my mouth before pushing my chin to seal my lips around it. “Swallow.”

I close my mouth and swallow him down.

“Good girl.” He leans down to plant a kiss on my lips. “I’m going to fuck every hole. Fill every inch of you. You asked if I meant what I said to you last night, and I do. More than you realize. You’re going to take me every way I want, Tempe. You’re mine now.”

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Tempe holds Austin’s icecream in one hand while she unbuckles him with the other, and I watch them through the windshield as I circle the truck to open her door.

She says something that makes him laugh, and the giggle that bursts out of him has his whole body shaking. The scene is so domestic—sweet even. Something I’m terrified to get a glimpse of when I shouldn’t entertain it.

But as I pop the car door open and Tempe takes my hand and climbs out, I consider going back to the emptiness I felt before them, and it has my stomach in knots.

Austin climbs out of the truck next. He jumps into my arms, and I fly him around in a circle before setting him down. He’s still giggling, and his innocent laughter is something that’s not usually heard at the clubhouse.

Slamming the car door shut, I think about the handful of times I’ve spent on four wheels in the past few years, when I’d rather be on two. But for them, I don’t care.

“You coming to the party, Prez?” Soul puts out his joint, walking down the clubhouse steps.

Music is already echoing through the desert, while screams and hollers come from around back.

“In a minute.”

“Can we go?” Austin jumps up and down.

I plant my hand on his head. “Not this time, big man. Adults only tonight.”

Austin frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tempe rests her hands on his shoulders. “Don’t worry, we’ll have our own fun.”

“Why don’t you go with Jameson, dear?” Grandma walks up with Sonny. “I’ll watch Austin.”

She went on our ice cream adventure today and rode with the prospects when I refused to let Tempe and Austin leave my side.

“I can’t put that on you.” Tempe frowns.

“It’s fine, go. You’re a twenty-two-year-old girl who deserves to live a little. Enjoy your night.”

Grandma means well, but her words sink like lead. Tempe is only twenty-two. She has her whole life ahead of her, and she’s holding herself back by getting involved with me.

Once she’s safe, I should let her live the life she deserves. That was the plan from the beginning. But when I look at Tempe standing with her hands on Austin’s shoulder, I have no idea how I’m supposed to do that.

“You promise you’re okay watching him?” Tempe asks.

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