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My fist closes around my dick. I’m not sure when I stopped stroking it but seeing her devastated by her orgasm is so goddamn erotic that I need to be inside her.

Without waiting for her to recover, I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her to her knees. She groans and moves her hand away from her pussy, so she can support her upper body. I take the opportunity to thrust my cock deep into her still-quivering pussy. She screams, and another series of quakes rock her body. Her pussy squeezes my dick so hard I’m afraid I’m going to come. There’s no fucking way that’s happening, so I pull out until only the tip is inside.

“Scar, fuck me!”

Her demands can’t be ignored, so I plow her hard, pushing her to come again and again until she’s so limp that I can’t hold her up anymore. I let her crash against the bed but don’t stop fucking her tight, wet, hot pussy. Her velvety cunt milks my cock, begging to be drenched in sticky sweetness. I’ll give it to her when I’m damn well good and ready. On my terms. Not hers.

I bite my lip and pound her pussy until she starts keening. Her cries slither down my spine, coiling around the vibrations sliding up my cock. When they merge, I scream, losing control. My cock jerks so hard that I almost blackout. Hot jets of fire blast from my cock to mix with her wetness. The slippery, slapping sound of my cock slamming into her pussy fills the room. I can hardly hear it over the roaring in my head. This is exactly what I needed. It’s everything I ever wanted, and she’s giving it to me.

When the last spurt leaves my body, I’m half-dead. I collapse on top of her and lay there, crushing her for a second before pulling myself free. She curls into a ball in my arms, and I kiss her forehead.

“What am I going to do with you?” I murmur against her hair.

“Whatever you want,” she says.

Which begs the question: what do I want? I don’t have enough cognitive function left right now to figure that shit out, so I don’t even bother trying. That can come later. For now, she’s exactly where she needs to be.

Chapter 18: Scar

Even though the sex was incredible, my frustration returns quickly. I can’t stop thinking about having to bail her and Nitro out of jail. The sheriff could have gotten to them there. Easily. They were in a ton of danger but were too clueless to realize it. If she’s staying around, she needs to be strong enough to stand up to anyone who could put her at risk, even my club brothers. I’m still going to find a way to make Nitro pay for what he did. He got off lightly with a few punches, but that isn’t enough. He needs to stop his self-destructive bullshit before he gets someone killed.

I shift in the bed and move away from Julia. It’s too hard to think with her curled up against me.

“Scar,” she whispers.

“Hum?”

“There’s something I need to tell you about.” She sits and pulls the sheets up to cover her breasts. Normally, I’d yank the sheet right the fuck off her, but that would lead to more sex, and we’d be wrecked for the rest of the day.

“What?” I roll onto my side and prop my head on my hand.

“When we were in jail, the FBI came in.”

“To talk to you?”

“Yes, but after that, they served a warrant for Sheriff Curtis’ office. He’s their prime suspect now.”

“He is?” I sit and give her my complete attention.

“The agent in charge said something about a timeline not matching up. It sounded like his alibi didn’t check out.”

“No shit.” This is great news! “Did they say what they were looking for?”

“No, just that they had a warrant to search the office.”

“I wish we had someone on the inside.”

“Good thing we got arrested.” She gives me a sheepish smile.

“No! It’s not good at all. You should never have been put in that position. I’m going to make sure Nitro knows not to pull a stunt like that again. You could have been hurt. Shit, the sheriff could have had you killed. It’s not safe.” I get out of bed because I’m too agitated to sit still. As I pull on my clothes, I continue, “This is exactly what I was talking about. You shouldn’t be here. You’re too good for this.”

“What do you mean?” Her smile drops, but I don’t back down.

“Just what I said.”

“Explain it. Explain why I’m too good. I’m not some innocent little princess who needs rescuing! I’m not an idiotic damsel in distress!”

She gets off the bed while yelling at me. I try to ignore the sway of her breasts, but it’s impossible. She’s the worst possible distraction. I let this go too far. My dick keeps getting in the way. I need to drop her before something terrible happens to her.