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I swear my balls are about to explode as I move up her body until my swollen crown hovers uncertainly against her pussy and she pleads, “It’s not enough. I want more. I want the whole of you.”

This time as I thrust inside, her moan is almost feral and as she wraps those legs around me, I push in hard and fast. On and on, as if I have something to prove and I suppose I do. To her, to me and to the fucking town we were brought up in because this is not the action of a sinner, it’s one of love. Love for the woman who is trusting me to do the right thing and just in time I remember and make to pull out.

“What?” she says in a worried voice, and I groan, “Condom.”

Her soft giggle makes me smile as she says softly, “We live at the Rubicon, honey. I think we’re already past the point of no return.”

As I smooth her hair back with my hand and stare lovingly into her eyes, I whisper, “But what if…”

She silences me with a kiss and whispers, “A condom failed the first time. Let’s give this one a helping hand.”

“You mean …”

I love that I’m deep inside my woman when she says breathlessly, “We’re revisiting a memory, Jonny. This is the perfect time to allow history to repeat itself and hope that we are as lucky the second time around.”

It’s all the reassurance I need, and I move inside her, staring into her gorgeous face the entire time, loving how she bites down on that swollen bottom lip and her eyes flash with lust as I fill her completely.

Like the last time, I come just as hard, and as Faith’s soft cry fills the night air, I bask in her orgasm as she clenches my cock and know this will never get old.

For the longest time I lie clutching her tightly against me, buried deep inside, loving the fact we are as close as any couple can be. However,unlikethe first time, as we lie entwined in one another’s arms gazing up at the stars, we have no home to run back to. No escape to make before anyone discovers us and nobody to judge us anymore. We are free and this time I won’t be watching her disappear over the horizon because somehow Faith made it back to me and there is no man or woman alive who can get in the way of that.

EPILOGUE

JONNY

THREE WEEKS LATER

Inever dared hope life would get much better, but it has. I am happier than I have ever been in my life and all because of the two ladies who I come home to every night.

Business is slow, which suits me just fine, and Ryder proves why he so respected when he leaves me as part of the crew who remain at the compound when they head off on the few jobs that come in.

Faith is happy, Hope is happy, and I am ecstatic because I have everything I need. I have no urge to see my parents ever again and except for her mom, Faith is happy to leave her own as a bad memory. I know she has written to her mom, but so far nothing has been sent by return.

Word is that Heaven has been inundated with cops, social workers and do-gooders who are intent on dragging it into line with the rest of the country. Satellite television, even a mayor and their very own sheriff’s department. Heaven will no longer get away with making their own rules, and I am more than happy about that.

Many people view us as dirty bikers when we ride into town. We play on the image but we are so much more than that. We clean up the government’s shit with no questions asked but our missions never make the news. We work undercover and take out the bad guys, leaving the good people of America to sleep safely in their beds.

What happened back in Heaven was inevitable and it was the sweetest revenge for a childhood of abuse and vicious attacks.

When I am calledto Ryder’s office, I immediately sense something is wrong and his grave expression tells me I’m not going to like it.

Snake is sitting in the corner as usual and Brewer is on the couch. All the men are on alert, and I’m surprised to see Rebel sitting beside Brewer.

“What’s up?” I kick out a chair and sit astride it as Ryder nods to Rebel.

“Tell him what you know.”

Rebel fixes me with a worried frown.

“Faith’s friend, Purity.”

The blood drains from my face as I fear the worst.

“I gave her my phone.” He continues. “I heard nothing, so Brewer traced the signal. It’s not good man.”

“Where is she?” I growl, fearful for the strong, brave woman who helped us with no regard for her own safety.

Rebel glances at Ryder and then says with a sigh, “Her current location is the Vieri mansion in Chicago.”

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