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She scurries off and before she’s even out of the common room, I’m up and over Porter’s shoulder.

Again.

The room erupts into cheers as he slaps my ass.

Again.

CHAPTER 9

BRONCO

I’m harder than I ever remember being in my life. McKenzie claiming me as hers in front of the club, my family, and doing it while putting Cherry firmly in her place is a memory which will live with me for the rest of my life. But every moment I’ve spent with my woman is one I hold close to my heart.

She’s it for me. I’ve known it for the last six weeks and it’s not going to change in six months, six years, or sixty years.

I can hardly hear the cheering of my brothers as I stomp down the hallway and into my room. My focus is entirely on the woman whose soul is tethered to mine.

I know she feels about me the same way I feel about her. The remainder of her walls crumbled when I told her this wasn’t just about having a good time and I had claimed her in the eyes of the club. I understand why she held back telling me about not being able to get pregnant, and what I told her is true.

My gut is telling me we just need to be patient and we’ll get everything we’ve ever wanted. It’s worked out with bringing McKenzie into my life. That little black card was placed on my desk at just the right time. Everything lined up and now I have my destiny hanging over my shoulder.

She slaps my ass as I open the door to my room and my knees buckle a little bit because she catches me off guard. I tsk her as I step over the threshold, kick my door shut behind me, and slide her down my body. Her dark brown eyes are filled with humor, but it slowly drains from her expression.

She bites her lip and winces slightly, her voice hesitant, “Are you mad at me? For how I handled Cherry?”

“Hell no,” I growl, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her flush against my chest. “I’m not mad at you. I’m turned the fuck on and I’m not sure where to start with you.”

Surprise washes over her face before she gives me an impish grin. “The beginning is usually a good place to start,” her tone turns coquettish, “Sir.”

I groan as my hands start to wander over her body. “Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” I peel her top off before I glide my hands down her torso and around her back, unhooking her bra before I continue my exploration. “Perfect,” I mutter, my gaze locked on her tits as I watch her nipples harden.

“Not for at least an hour,” she sasses. “It’s not surprising you think I look good since you picked out my outfit.”

I know she’s teasing me, but I need to know. Vulnerability coats my words, “Do you mind it?”

She cocks her head to the side, my hands stilling as she looks at me. “That you pick out my clothes?” I nod slowly and she smiles shyly. “I like it,” she confesses quietly.

“Me too,” I groan as I peel the rest of her clothing off slowly like I’m unwrapping a present.

She’s the best fucking present I’ve ever gotten and I’m keeping her.

I scoop her up in my arms and gently place her on the bed. Gripping her wrist gently, I bring it up toward the headboard where I restrain her in place with a leather cuff before repeating the action with her other wrist and both ankles. When I’m done, I stand up and look at my woman spread out and waiting for me.

Her tits jiggle with each inhale and exhale, her breaths coming out as pants as the anticipation mounts around us. I love seeing her like this, at my mercy and loving every second of it. Her eyes are big and round as she watches me slip my cut off and hang it on a hook, right next to the hook where her property cut is hanging.

My cock throbs painfully at the sight because it means she’s accepted me. The way her eyes lit up when I gave it to her before the party was gorgeous to behold. I slip my shirt off and unbutton my jeans, but I leave them on even after I slip off my boots and socks.

“Porter,” she moans, her body arching against her restraints, “please.”

I grin at her before moving to my closet and pulling out a box. I know what I want to use tonight. I bypass almost everything in the box as I look through it, memories and fantasies flashing through my mind of the things I’ve done, and the things still left to do to my woman. She’ll love every moment of exploring with me.

Because she trusts me. Because she knows I’ll always put her pleasure before my own. Because I have her heart.

When I step back to the bed, I hold out a blindfold and a beautiful peacock feather. The muscles of her thighs strain as if she’s trying to rub them together to relieve the ache. She won’t be able to with the way I have her laid out. I’m the only one who will be able to relieve her need and I plan to do just that.

I kneel on the bed near my woman’s head, my voice coming out rough, “Before I blindfold you, Starlet, you need to know something.” She looks up at me with adoration, waiting for my next words. “You’re not just my old lady. You’re the love of my life.”

She gasps, “You love me?”

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