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“Mmmm. More.”
Unable to keep things slow, I increase my thrusts, jerking my hips forward to slam in balls deep. Each slap of skin is like a jolt to my nerve endings, and I’m buzzing with pleasure like I’ve never known.
Meri’s nails dig into my back, and I almost hope she breaks skin so I can wear her mark.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. “Take what you need to come again.”
She slides one hand from my back, over my shoulder and down my chest until she reaches her clit. There’s something about her small hand between us, both of us chasing our pleasure, that draws my balls tight.
“I’m…” Meri moans. “I’m…” She moans again. “I’m… Poker!”
She shatters around my cock, and that triggers my own release. Spots dance in front of my eyes, my soul rips clean open, and every ounce of energy flows from my body.
“Fuck,” I say with a shudder as I slide out of her and set her on her feet.
When I’m sure we’re both steady on our feet, I turn the shower off and lift her into my arms to carry her to the bed.
“Uh, what about drying off?” she asks, a teasing quality to her tone.
“Fuck it,” I mutter. “I just wanna wrap myself around you.”
“Okay.”
We crawl under her sheet, and she wraps around me like a koala. “Thank you for that, Poker.”
I stiffen. “You’re thanking me for fucking you?”
“No. I’m thanking you for erasing him.”
I relax. “Anytime, babe. As long as you have me, mine is the only touch you should ever experience.”
CHAPTER16
MERI
Told you I could take care of myself.
One week later…
“I’m so glad you came.”
I smile at Ember over the bottle of beer I’m nursing. Contrary to popular belief, not all bartenders are lushes. I like to drink as much as the next chick, but I don’t like to get sloppy. And since this is my first party at the Soulless Kings clubhouse, I’m being extra careful.
“Me too. I see you all at Ballinger’s, but this is different.”
She laughs. “You have no idea.”
Poker and the other brothers have been sequestered in a room for the last hour, ever since Tracer ran into the common room yellingI got him.I assume he was referring to Diego, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get confirmation. I’m okay with that, though. Poker will tell me what I need to know.
“He’ll be back soon,” Addison says, following my gaze to the hallway where they disappeared.
“Am I that obvious?”
“Don’t let them make you feel bad about wanting to be with your man,” Wren, Journey’s old lady says.
I know all about her multiple personalities, having witnessed her shift a few times at Ballinger’s, but she seems to be doing well, and I’m happy for that. I can’t imagine how hard Dissociative Identity Disorder is.
