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Her pussy tightens around me. My hands go to her waist, and my fingers dig into her skin. She smiles at me, and when she starts to move, it’s my undoing.

She gyrates front to back, side to side, and it’s all too much. “Em, honey,” I plead with her.

But she’s relentless. She’s moving her hips, taking me deeper, and I reach between us, putting my finger on her clit. She jerks on contact, and I’m relentless because when I come, I want her to come with me.

Her back arches, and I lean up, suckling her, and it puts her over the edge. It’s like my cock is in a vise as she clamps on to me, riding her orgasm to completion.

I flip her to her back and pummel my hips, driving into her over and over until I shoot my seed deep inside her.

“Mine,” I claim her.

She looks at me under hooded eyes. “Yours.”

I push the hair off her face and kiss her, wanting to show her how much she means to me. When I’m breathless and my cock starts to stir alive again, I pull back and whisper, “Always.”

She loops her arms around my neck. “Always, Jack. Always.”

I cradle her to me. Life is not going to be perfect, but with her by my side, it’s going to be close.

“I love you, Emily soon to be Felon.”

I wait for her to blanche at the name or maybe even reconsider, but she does none of those things. She beams up at me. “I love you too, Jack Felon.”

EPILOGUE

EMILY

Six Months Later

“Emily! I’m home.” Jack hollers as he walks into the house.

I’m standing in the bedroom, half naked, and I start pulling on clothes. Panic sets in, and I barely have time to calm myself before Jack is walking into the room.

He’s smiling ear to ear, which he’s been doing a lot lately, but one look at me and his smile disappears. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

I keep putting clothes on. “Nothing. I’m good. You good? We’re going to be late.”

He comes to stop next to me. “Emily… what are you not telling me?”

I go to my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Nothing. We don’t want to be late.”

I walk out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen. I fully expect him to stay in the bedroom to get ready so I’m surprised when he follows me through the house.

I try to ignore him, but he’s not having it. He stands next to me, pulling me into his arms. “Do you not want to go?”

I force a smile to my face. “We have to go. It’s Alice’s birthday, and she’ll come and find me if we don’t show up.”

He growls, and I pat him on the chest. “Stop. You know you love Alice.”

“Uh, yeah, I don’t love that she took you to a bar in Jasper to pick up men.”

I let out a laugh. “I wasn’t there to pick up men, I was her wing woman. I was trying to help her meet someone.”

He blurts out a laugh. “Yeah, you saw how that went. Gunner whooped the guy’s ass and then destroyed the bar.”

I nod, remembering it. “Yeah, it didn’t go well. What’s up with him and Alice anyway? Alice says they’re not together, but you wouldn’t know it by the way Gunner acts about her.”

Jack just shakes his head and holds his hands up. “I don’t know anything.”

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