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“Best. Pussy. Ever.” He groaned before collapsing on top of me and then rolled us over until I laid sprawled out on top of him.

I snorted and buried my face in his neck as his hands roamed over my spine and ass leisurely. I wasn’t sure what happened after life changing sex with a man like Fox St. Claire.

But I was ready to give him whatever he wanted.

What I ended up with was his giant, sexy, hot body wrapped around mine the rest of the night until the late morning sun shinned through my window. Three times in total he slid into my body and claimed me as his.

As I laid there on my side with him wrapped against my back and his hand covering my heart between my breasts, I knew I’d never be the same as I was when I crawled into bed the night before.

Because he was right.

I’d never belong to anyone else after something so potent and powerful passed between us.

I was his.

But I knew he’d never be mine, because men like Fox St. Claire never truly belonged to anyone.

And it was going to hurt like hell when it all came crashing down around us.

Chapter 6 – Delilah

Present

Idrovehomeonedge after the run in with the Black Eagles in Cherry’s parking lot. My fingers hurt from how tight I gripped the steering wheel the whole way to my shitty run-down rental home.

When I got home, I made sure every single door and window were locked before I crawled into bed with Penelope.

She was too old for me to sleep next to her, especially because she was in a tiny twin size bed. But in that moment, I needed to wrap my arms around her and smell her sweet floral kids shampoo and just let her presence on earth calm me.

I had a lot of regrets and grief over how my life had turned out, even though I was still in my early twenties. But one thing I’d never regret was my sweet daughter.

She was too pure and innocent of the evils of this world for me to hold her conception against her.

And after the kind of night I had, I selfishly let her innocence and sweetness lull me into peace and relaxation a mere hour before my alarm went off to go to the ER.

I needed to ground myself before I went to the hospital for another soul sucking shift.

Sunday mornings were usually relatively quiet in the Belden Community Hospital ER, most of the wild and crazy Saturday night visitors were taken care of and either released or admitted by my seven am start time.

But when I walked in after a wild and crazy Saturday night of my own, the chaos inside assaulted me.

“What on this green earth happened last night?” I asked in a huff as I threw my things into my locker.

Winnie, my partner RN was tying her hair up in a bun next to me at her locker.

“I heard there was a brawl somewhere. A bunch of bikers came in about four am and it’s been chaos ever since.”

“Bikers?” I snapped my head in her direction, “Who? Which MC?”

She glared at me and then rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, the Sons of Anarchy kind with the black vests and scary faces. I only saw one that was hot like Jax Teller though.” She shrugged, “More Opie-esque actually. You know; the tall, dark, and dangerous kind that would put some bullets in the back of a federal agent’s head in a car for killing his wife. Not quite as charming as Jax, but still just as hot.”

“Ladies, let’s get out there and lend a hand.” Marjorie, the charge nurse called on her way through. “Looks like it’s going to be a busy day.”

I didn’t shy away from chaos, I thrived in it because it made the day pass faster, so I quickly got all my gear on and ran out after her and instantly got dragged into the thick of the bedlam.

Winnie was right, a brawl did break out.

From the looks of the patches, the Black Eagles put a hurting on a rival MC. But it wasn’t Taz’s Riders from what I could tell.

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