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“I forgive you,” she breathes, and I suck in a sharp breath as my eyes snap up to meet hers. “You should continue to help those women because they deserve a better life, not to make something up to me when I forgave you a long time ago. Even when I’d still hear those taunts in my head, I knew, deep in my heart, they were just the words of a kid who didn’t know how to process his feelings.” Her voice drops to a whisper, “I’m sorry for running away. You left your home when you didn’t have to.”

I shake my head and gently push my woman back before slipping her panties down her legs. “That wasn’t my home. It was the place I lived. I found a family with the DSMC, but you have always been my home, even when I couldn’t admit it.”

I pull her knees apart as I kiss up the inside of one of her thighs and then the other. I get close to where we both want me to be, but then I pull back, teasing us both. Her fingers dive into my hair and tug, trying to get me closer.

“Bennett,” she pleads, and I grunt as I bury my face between her creamy thighs and lick along her wet slit.

I plunge two fingers inside of her, curling them and finding her g-spot. She makes a sound in the back of her throat that has my dick begging to be buried inside of her. Fuck, she makes the best sounds.

I murmur, “You know I pounded into you hard last night, little feather, without a condom.” She freezes and I chuckle. “Yes, I know you’re not on birth control. I’ve kept track of you anyway I could since you moved, and I gained enough skill to do so.” I look up her body and meet her half-lidded navy eyes; they’re filled with hope and a little uncertainty. “I can’t wait to plant my baby in your womb, little feather. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

With my words, she fucking shatters, her taunt nipples hardening further as she grinds down against my mouth and her muscles tighten and release. I lap up all her delicious arousal, the sound of it decadently dirty.

When she goes boneless, I stand quickly, shucking my clothes. Her eyes open slightly, hazy with lust and need, and roam over my body. I can see the appreciation there and I smirk.

I grip her hips and flip her on her hands and knees, loving the way my girl gasps in surprise. The need to be inside of her is too strong and I fill her sopping wet pussy in one long thrust. I start to fuck her hard and fast because there is no slow and sweet right now. Not with her taste on my tongue.

The grip I have on her hips is punishing, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Not with the way she’s arching her back and using her hips to meet my thrusts. I let go of one of her hips, twine my fingers in her hair and give a tug as my balls slap against her clit.

“Please, Bennett,” she moans, “fill me with your cum.”

I grit my teeth to stop myself from giving into her demand immediately; not before she comes. “So fucking wet and tight for me, feather,” I grunt, sounding like a primal beast. “Gonna give you my baby. Gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

Her pussy tightens around my length and I’m a fucking goner. When she cries out my name and her walls beg me to never pull out, the first rope of cum hits the back of her channel. Our bodies shake, the force of our connection and the promises written on our hearts, ones we didn’t understand far too many years ago, are almost too much to contain.

When we collapse onto the bed, I wrap my arms around my woman and pull her flush against my chest. She peeks up at me, a shyness about her I hope she never loses. I love the way she’s flushed with pleasure and looking at me like I’m her prince.

I want to be. She deserves a prince.

When we’re breathing normally, the tips of my fingers running up and down her arm, her voice breaks the silence, “Why do you call me ‘little feather’?”

“Because you’re delicate, beautiful, and soft.” She makes a humming sound and I add, “And you send shivers over my skin.”

She turns slightly and looks into my eyes as she giggles. Contentment washes over me, and my arms tighten around her.

“Mine,” I grunt.

What I don’t add, even though I’m sure she already knows, is that I’m not letting her go.

CHAPTER 11

EVELYN

Over the past week I’ve found some sort of rhythm in being at the DSMC clubhouse and being with Bennett. At first it was strange but having last weekend off work allowed me to have some time to spend around the guys, understand the lay of the land, and get to know Bennett again. I thought the guy I knew all those years ago was gone, but he’s still inside the man he’s been molded into.

Except the cruel parts. I’m okay with those not being there.

The way he’s embraced being with me makes my heart flutter. He’s all in and he doesn’t try and hide it. I’ve been finding it very difficult to resist him because of it, and I find I’m more than okay with it.

There is one thing we seem to dance around and that’s our parents. I know Bennett hasn’t seen them since the day after his graduation. I’m not sure I understand why completely, but I also trust him to know what he needs in his life. I’ve only seen Dad a few times since I came back to Seattle, but I try and keep in touch with him. It’s the same way with my mom.

I blame the time I spent in New York, where seeing them wasn’t an option, but maybe it’s just a cop out. I’d rather we deal with the parental issue head on instead of ignoring it, but I’m not in a rush either. I am a little bit afraid that Dad and Marilyn will have a problem with the relationship between Bennett and me. Now that I’ve had him in my life for the last week, I can’t imagine it being any other way and I won’t give him up.

He holds me tight, like I’m precious and he can’t stand the thought of letting me go. He kisses me like he’s savoring me. He loves me with reverence.

It’s heady and I hope I give him just as much as he gives me.

There are times when I can’t believe that it’s only been a week, but the reality is we weren’t strangers before he appeared above me, hell bent on protecting me from an evil he couldn’t fully identify. The more time I spend around him, the more I remember little memories I forced myself to forget because holding them tight to my heart hurt me.

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