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I accept it.

We watch each other on the screen, and I remember the first time I saw him. I remember every conversation. From the ones where we were us to the ones where we hid behind screen names. We split our souls and share them with each other.

Ghost pulls my hair harder, arching my back even more so he can get deeper, and my chest bounces with each thrust. My neck stretches as I take him. And when his fingers dig into my hip, I know he’s close.

I watch Ghost as his thrusts start to deepen to the point where I can barely take him. I’m still so sensitive from my own climax I can’t breathe.

He shifts his angle again, and his thrusts get uneven.

But right before he comes, he pulls back, sliding his cock out of me and grabbing it with his palm to stroke it. He grunts as his release shoots all over my ass and back. He covers me with warm ropes of cum, and I watch every second of it.

“You’re mine.” Ghost lets go of his cock to stroke his fingers through his release, painting it over my skin. “The only name that belongs on your back is mine.”

And that’s when I realize he’s drawing the letters ofGhoston my back with his cum.

“Only mine.” He crosses theT.

“Only yours.”

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Ghost

We’ve been on thedefense too long.

Tonight, it ends.

One of my contacts in the Road Rebels pulled through and got intel on a shipment the Iron Sinners have coming in, and we’re shutting it down.

First, we’re going for their weapons.

Then, their money.

After that, all bets are off; we’re going for the jugular.

“Be safe.” Luna lifts to kiss me.

I wrap my hand around the back of her head and deepen it, drowning in her. “Always.”

I’m buzzing as I step off the porch and climb onto my bike. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch sight of Luna and Tempe standing with linked arms on the porch, watching us. It stirs something in my chest to know I have someone waiting for me, giving me a reason to return.

Rolling out of the compound on my bike, I think about Luna waiting for me like Tempe waits for Steel. I think about Austin going to bed an hour before that and try to picture what that would look like for us. I never thought of myself as a father when mine was such a shit example, but what if that’s what Luna sees for her future?

Could I be someone a kid depends on?

It’s one thing to look after Austin or Bea, but having a kid of my own would be different. They’d be my blood. They’d live this life.

Do I want that for them?

Bringing Luna into the world of the Twisted Kings is one thing. She’s strong; she can handle it. But I’ve seen what happens to kids raised here. Legacy, Steel, Havoc, and Soul are all shining examples.

None of them come from well-adjusted family situations. If Luna and I tried, would she think I’m worth the trouble of what this life could bring our kid?

Passing through the gates, I try to leave those thoughts behind before they get me into trouble. Or worse, before my hesitation gets me killed. I’m still not sure Luna’s going to stick around, so why the fuck am I thinking about having kids with her?

The moon hangs in the desert sky.

Night hasn’t had a chance to cool off the heat of the day, so it’s a warm ride. I move as one with my brothers, detouring before we hit the main highway to the Strip.

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