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Londyn brought her hands up to my face and smiled. “I want to.”

“What?”

“I want to,” she pushed. “I’ve been wanting to, but I’ve been too nervous to say anything.”

“You never have to be nervous with me, Twinkles. It’s you and me against the world, remember?”

I lowered my mouth to hers, savoring the softness of her lips as they parted to welcome me in. She tasted like strawberries and sweet cream, and I couldn't help but moan into the kiss as our tongues tangled together. Her sweet taste was like a drug to me.

I couldn’t get enough, and I wanted more.

I could feel the hunger radiating off her as I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. A light moan vibrated through her chest as I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips before tangling with hers. Her hands roamed eagerly over my chest, pulling me closer as we lost ourselves in the sensation.

We were both getting lost in the moment, and it was clear that we were both ready to take the next step. Before things went too far, I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I asked, “You sure about this?”

“Yes, Malcomb.” There was a fierce hunger burning in her eyes as she told me, “I want this. I want you.”

Without another word, I guided her into the bed of the truck, where we’d put down several blankets and pillows. I lay down next to her, feeling her shiver in anticipation. I leaned in to kiss her again, slow and deep, savoring the feel of her lips against mine. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching up against me.

I moved my hand down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly, revealing her soft skin inch by inch. She lifted her arms up, and I broke the kiss, carefully pulling it over her head. My eyes devoured the sight of her bare torso, the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. I leaned in to kiss her again, my hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve and contour.

She whimpered softly as I kneaded her breasts through the fabric of her bra, her fingers digging into my back. I could feel the hunger and desire building between us, and at that moment, I knew I’d never forget the feeling.

And I hadn’t.

Not for one second.

It had haunted me for the past five years, making me wonder if I would ever find someone who made me feel the way she did. I knew deep down that I never would, and that only added to my frustration. I was really working myself up when my burner rang. I pulled it out of my pocket, and my chest tightened when I saw that it was my father calling.

I let out a breath, then answered, “Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“Out at the point.”

“Well, I’m gonna need you to get your ass back here ASAP.”

Even though I already knew the answer, I asked, “Why? What’s going on?”

“Just need you here.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Make it fifteen.”

With that, Dad ended the call, and my time at the point had come to an end. I started the engine, and without wasting any time, I made my way back to the clubhouse. As soon as I pulled through the gate, Riley came over to me and said, “They’re waiting for you in the conference room.”

I nodded, then got off my bike and headed to the back door. As I started down the hall, I was hit with a mix of anxiety and dread. I wanted to know what the brothers had decided, but then again, I didn’t. For the time being, I still had hope that they’d voted me in as the new Satan’s Fury president, but once I walked through that door, I would no longer have that hope to hold onto.

Either way, I had to know what was waiting for me on the other side of that door. When I walked in, all eyes were on me as I made my way over to my father. His eyes met mine, and I knew right then and there that I hadn’t gotten the vote. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as the silence in the room grew heavier by the second. I could feel the heavy weight of disappointment looming over me, threatening to consume my whole being.

“We had the vote,” he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Maverick has been named president.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

I wasn’t surprised by their decision, and while it was impossible not to feel somewhat disappointed, deep down, I knew they’d made the right decision. Maverick was a good man. He had an unmatched determination when it came to protecting the brotherhood, and the fact that he’d been my father’s right-hand man for years made him the natural successor for the presidency. He would lead the club with honor and would protect our interests, ensuring the brotherhood remained strong against any adversity that might come our way.

After taking a moment to let the news sink in, I turned to our new president and said, “Congratulations, brother. It comes well-deserved.”

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