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“Paint my bike in all your juices so I could have you all over me when I ride.” His teeth caught the skin of my cheek. “Hold tight, I’m going to fill you up with my cum now. I want it leaking out of you the entire time we ride home, angel.”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth,” I spewed through my labored breaths.

“Don’t I know it?” He smirked. “Now get ready and squeeze that pussy tight while I give you what your slut of a body craves.”

I held on tight to him as he leaned lower and gripped the handlebars, the balls of his feet rising in the air as he jerked into me in powerful strokes.

Our vigorous fucking shook the bike in a trembling force, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Lan,” I choked, my vision turning pitch black as my core tightened like a vise around his pounding cock. Waves of pleasure rolled off my body, and I let go as it crashed over me in a blinding high.

Lan grunted low in a guttural moan, pouring ropes and ropes of his hot cum deep into me.

“Fuck, angel,” he whispered, turning off the engine as he parked the bike into a kickstand. He gathered me carefully in his arms while he adjusted my clothes.

It took minutes to calm the race in my heart, but I’d never felt more relaxed.

Lan and I didn’t speak another word till he dropped me off at the apartment, promising he would come see me in a couple of days, and I waved goodbye to him, not being able to keep the happy smile off my lips.

I didn’t know what this meant for Lan and me, but for the first time, I didn’t overthink it, nor did I care about it.

Lan and I were inevitable. It didn’t matter the boulders of mountains I created between us. There was no me without him and no him without me.

I knew we would meet each other at the top, and this time, I didn’t want to stress about the journey or the how.

I wanted to leave that to fate and time.

Because Lan and I?

We were the endgame.

CHAPTER 21

LAN

The city lights were a blur as I sped through the traffic, the Windy City’s cold, biting air slapping my face. It wasn’t long before I parked my bike at the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.

I jumped off the bike and dropped my helmet and gloves into the underseat storage. Wearing gloves was a pussy thing to do, but I needed my fingers to make music.

My eyes couldn’t help but drag to the tank, and heat flooded my blood as my mind took me right back to the vision of fucking Katy on this same bike. That memory was going to haunt me every single time I got on this bike, and damn, did it make my cock deliriously painful and my chest fill with sick satisfaction.

I dove straight into the venue, flashing my ticket as I walked to my section.

I did draw a few eyes on me, but I didn’t linger, and this crowd really wasn’t interested in a rock star. They were more the proper old-money type who loved a good old musical symphony.

I smiled when my eyes landed on the two familiar faces at my box seats.

Lara and Owen.

The two people who gave me a chance at a normal life. If not for them, I would’ve never met the love of my life.

“Landon, son.” Owen smiled a smile that reached his blue eyes. “How have you been? We haven’t seen you in a long while.”

“Owen. I’m doing great. Hope you’re having fun with your retirement.”

He nodded, patting my back before Linda pulled me into a tight hug. “Oh, Lan, we miss you. The house is empty now that both of you kids are grown up and living your own lives.”

“Call me anytime to tear the house down, Lara.” I grinned. “I know I still have it in me.”