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“Then you need to fuck me, Cuckoo. Give me my bad-boy biker. Pound my pussy until I scream your name.”

Jesus. “As you wish.”

A minute later, I had her on the bed, her legs over my shoulders, and grunted as I slammed deep inside her.

When we both came together, I had a feeling all this sex was about to reward us. I pulled out of her, leaving my cum as it marked her, and rested my head on her tummy.

Someday, I’d have children with my mate. Until then, I’d sure enjoy the practice.

Chapter 13 Katrina

“Idon’t know about this,” Lou complained as we arrived at my house. “Seems a bit reckless to come here without Cuckoo.”

“He said I could get a few things I needed since I’m staying with him,” I reminded Lou.

He tsked. “He meant going with backup.”

“You count as backup,” I argued. “That cane is vicious.”

He smiled. “Stop winning me over.”

“I thought I already did,” I quipped.

He laughed as we pulled into my garage, and the door shut behind us. We opened the doors and exited the SUV we borrowed from the club. It had dark tinted windows, which helped to disguise us, but there wasn’t any mistaking of who we were once we stopped at my place.

“There’re two prospects out there. We’re not alone.”

“Still makes me anxious.”

Yeah, it made me anxious, too, but I wasn’t going to stop living life. I told Lou how I felt.

He sighed. “I can understand and respect that, Katrina.”

“Just Rina.” I wasn’t sure why I said that until I had a memory of my mother saying my name. It flitted across my thoughts in a whisper. “Rina Rossi.”

“You remembered.”

“Just now. Yes.” I turned to him. “You used to call me that. You, Dad, and Mom.”

“We did,” he confirmed.

We walked into my kitchen, and I paused, leaning against the counter. “Somehow, it makes me feel closer to them.”

“I wish you would have had more time with them.” He leaned heavily on his cane, and I helped him to the living room, where he could sit on the couch as I packed a couple of bags.

“Me too, Lou.”

“Uncle Lou,” he insisted.

“Only if you call me Rina.”

“Done.”

My phone vibrated as I walked upstairs, pulling it free from my pocket. “Hey, Rain.”

“Baby, tell me why you’re not at the clubhouse.”

“Because I took Lou and two prospects to my house to pack a couple of bags. I need things, especially new underwear, since you like to rip them from my body before you fuck me.”