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“And this is for you only.” I grasp her hand in mine and go low. Together we stroke my cock slicked with her juices as she goes up and down. She rides me hard. I bring my fingers to my mouth. Lick off her flavor. Ask for permission to play with her backdoor.

She tips forward, and taking my cue once again from Syn, I caress down her little hole. It puckers beneath my touch. She moans and writhes on my cock. I finger her hole. Her eyes close. I need more. Need to make her feel so good, she will keep me around for the sex after our three months is through.

Holding on to her, I rise off the bed, tip forward, and get her on her back with me still balls deep inside her. Thank fuck for working out, for my steel abs, and for Syn’s tight pussy.

Her inner walls cocoon my dick. Squeezes and lets go. Does it again the same time I slam my cock inside her. She digs her nails into my shoulders. Begs me to go deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“Not hurting. Feels so good, Taron. I need more. Please.”

“Please what, Pixie Dust?”

“Fuck me.”

Grabbing her by the ankles, I spread her legs wide. Slam my dick inside her. Her tits bounce. The bed creaks. My balls tighten, and this is it. I am ready to blow my load.

“Now, Taron. Oh, God, now.”

A final thrust and I come.

Did I mention making love to my girl bareback is heaven on earth?

We clean up our mess, and with her in my arms, we fall asleep, not giving a care what tomorrow may bring.

28

Taron

Isit at a table at Shades and sip on my lukewarm beer, my gaze fixed on Syn and the guys. Except her crew of four has expanded to six with the inclusion of the two douchebags who rolled into town like they own it.

Don’t they realize Midnight accepting them as a part of his crew and welcoming them inside his place of business is all a show? Or at least, I think it is. Midnight wears his darker emotions on his sleeve where Riley is concerned, but is a closed book with everything else.

I push the side button on my cell. The screen lights up. I check the time. Ten minutes to closing. The bar is emptying out. Thank fuck Syn isn’t closing.

The ten minutes moving slow as molasses, I take more sips of my beer and think over the conversation we had on the way to me dropping her off for the start of her shift at Shades. She said her ex’s cousin Rhett saw an IG post of Syn with Midnight and Dare. Rhett DM’ed Midnight for a meeting. He wanted to propose a business idea. Midnight didn’t respond. Why would he? That guy has a huge following, and if he responded to every direct message, he wouldn’t get anything done.

Douchebag cousin couldn’t get through to Midnight that way, so he took matters into his own hands and did something drastic and dumb. He got inked with the same tat as Dare, Midnight, and Syn, came to Washington, and slept with a girl who had also come up on Midnight’s feed. Anabelle. One of Dom’s servers.

Shit, if that isn’t desperation, I don’t know what is.

My eyes still on my girl chatting it up with her ex and Rhett, I slide my arm across the back of the booth, and down the rest of my drink. Syn hasn’t acknowledged me or looked my way, but I know she knows I’m here.

There is this undeniable crackle of energy in the air. It’s the kind that sizzles, that doesn’t like being ignored. I shift my attention to Mohawk’s face and stare so hard, he stops laughing at something Syn says and locks his steely gaze on mine. The guy doesn’t look away. He smirks, and I calmly set my empty glass on the table before I do something I’ll regret, like hurl the thing at his damn head.

The last customer leaves, and Mohawk raises a brow my direction. I wave to him, not shy with my middle finger. He slides his arm across Syn’s shoulders and pulls her close. She is tiny next to him. He beats me out by at least two inches. Bastard.

Syn turns into him and looks up the same time he glances down at her. She opens her mouth. He coasts his thumb over the arch of her cheek, and I see red. The touch is intimate, and there is no need for another guy to touch my girl so intimately unless he is looking to get his face bashed in.

I rise out of my seat, aiming to stomp on over and pull him off my woman, but Dare slides into the booth and blocks my path.

“Get out of the damn way.”

“Hold up, dude. Let her work her magic.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She’s buttering them up, man.”