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I knew being voted into a role like that was a huge deal in the MC. It brought a level of honor and prestige, but it also a great responsibility—one that would be difficult to do effectively when trying to balance obligations at home and at the club. It would be an adjustment for Malcomb, but he was bullheaded enough to make it happen.

“I am...”

His thought was cut short when Dalton suddenly came over to us and announced, “I wanna swing.”

“You got it, kiddo.”

With that, Malcomb stood and followed Dalton over to the swings. He helped him up into the seat and started pushing. As Dalton got higher and higher, he looked like he was on cloud nine as he giggled and squealed. Sadly, the thrill didn’t last long, and Dalton grew tired of swinging. “I need a snack.”

“Let’s see what your mom has in that bag of hers.”

Dalton nodded, then raced over to me and asked, “You got any gol-fish?”

“Sure do.”

I reached in and grabbed two packs, then handed one to Dalton and the other to Malcomb. They both scarfed them down, then asked for more. As soon as they had their fill, they headed over to the pond to feed the leftovers to the ducks.

We spent a little more time walking around before heading back to my apartment. We watched a little TV, and Malcomb made us pancakes and eggs for dinner. Once we were done eating, I cleaned up the kitchen, and Malcomb helped Dalton get ready for bed.

It was wonderful.

But later that night, when Malcomb and I were finally alone, and he kissed me like I’d never been kissed before, things took an interesting turn...

CHAPTER17

Savage

It was late, and she had to go to work the following day. I needed to get the hell out of there, but I couldn’t seem to make myself walk out that door. It didn’t help matters that Londyn was giving me one of those longing looks she used to give when she wanted to be kissed.

I must have been staring at her for too long because she started to blush and looked away. I cleared my throat and stood up from the couch, grabbing my jacket as I started for the door. "I should probably get going.”

Londyn followed me into the kitchen, and when I turned, her eyes fixed on mine. "Do you have to?"

I knew where this was going. I should’ve bolted, but I couldn't resist. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. “You want me to stay?”

She nodded.

“Then, I’ll stay.”

“You should know... I’m not the same girl that I once was.”

“And I’m not the same man.” I held her gaze as I told her, “I’ve grown up. I’m no longer afraid to fight for what I want, and I want you, Londyn. Not just the girl you once were, but the woman you are now.”

With that, I lowered my mouth to hers, and as soon as our lips touched, I knew it was a mistake. I was moving too fast, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her, and the second she let out one of her little whimpers, I was done holding back.

My hands roamed across her body, familiarizing myself with her new curves, and damn, she felt fucking incredible. I was holding on by a thread when I pulled back, quickly breaking our embrace. Her dark eyes grew wide as I growled, “How many?”

“What?”

“How many?” I knew it wasn’t right, but the thought of another man touching her had me spiraling. I took a step forward, pinning her back against the wall. I could feel the heat of her breath against my neck as I growled, “How many others were there?”

“There were no others,” she answered adamantly.

“Seriously?” I lowered my mouth to her ear as I whispered, “You’re telling me that not a single man has touched you? Not a single one?”

Without a second’s hesitation, she replied, “No one.”

She tilted her head slightly, just enough to give me full access to her neck and shoulder, as she whispered, “There’s only ever been you, Malcomb.”

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