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“Worth it.” He grins.

“You’re so bad.”

“I thought I was actually pretty good.” He waggles his eyebrows at me until I start laughing. “Just wait until I get you home, and we can do this the right way.”

“What if I only want it the wrong way?” I tease.

“That can be arranged.” His eyes darken with desire, but he doesn’t try anything else. “You’d better hurry up and get well because I’m going to do things to you so wrong that you’ll never want it the right way again.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I can’t wait to get you home.”

“Home? Nina’s house?”

“Well, now that you mention it, maybe I need to reconsider the living arrangements. I was living at the clubhouse, but that might have to change. We’ll figure it out later. For now, rest up so I can be back inside your sweet little pussy as soon as possible. Blue balls are not my thing.” He scowls until I laugh.

“You’ll survive a week without sex.” I snuggle against his hard chest.

“A week?” He growls.

“At least.” I smirk, needling him.

Knowing how much he wants me puts the biggest smile on my face. We’ve been down a tough road together, but I have no doubt we’re good together. I can’t imagine being with anyone but him. He deserves all the love I can give him, and in return, he’s willing to give up his obsession with revenge. I know how much it means to him, so I’ll never take his love for granted. I’m going to be the best old lady he could ever want.

Chapter 26: Scar

It’s been a month since the shooting. Julia and I have been staying at the clubhouse while we look for a new home. We could have stayed in her house, but she wanted to get to know the guys better, so we’re hanging out here instead. I want something in the mountains, not too far from the clubhouse but not close enough that they’ll be able to hear her screams of pleasure. It took a whole hell of a lot of self-control not to make love to her as soon as I brought her home from the hospital. Blue balls are no joke, but I managed to handle my shit until she got her stitches out.

The guys have been giving me non-stop shit about how no one can sleep with her screaming like a banshee at night. Hey, it’s not my fault I can lick that sweet pussy until she’s a screeching, orgasmic mess. They’re just jealous they have to settle for boring-as-fuck club pussy. Maybe they’ll wise up like I did and find women of their own. I hope they do because real love is so much more intense than lust. It’s not even close.

Today we’re riding to see a house in a narrow valley halfway up the mountain. The Gallatin River runs alongside part of the property, so we can go fishing and floating, and the house is on a hill overlooking it to avoid any flood danger. But most importantly, it’s got five bedrooms, which we want to fill with our kids. We’re getting married next month. I don’t want to jump the gun on putting a kid in my woman, but we’ll be ready when I do.

My woman wraps her arms tighter around my waist as we exit the highway. I follow the winding road, taking note of how much fun it will be to ride this route to the clubhouse. Just because I’m getting hitched doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon my brothers. Julia understands this and is completely on board. I’ll remain the club’s president until I decide to step down. I don’t see that happening any time soon, but it’s something she and I have talked about.

When I pull up to the house, it’s better than I imagined. The exterior is all-natural wood and stone. It’s log-cabin-style outside but all state of the art inside. A famous builder constructed it as a passion project, but no one has actually lived in it yet. It’s essentially brand new. When I mentioned the exorbitant price to Nina, she laughed and said we’d recoup the millions it would take to buy it in a matter of months, and she’s right. The price tag doesn’t matter. However, I need to be sure Julia likes it before I pull the trigger.

I park my bike at the bottom of the steps, which lead to a wide, wrap-around porch. I already checked to make sure we could fit a huge grill on the porch since we have to be able to host club barbecues. That was one of the requirements I gave the agent. She really came through, because this place is perfect. I hope my woman loves it.

“Oh, Scar, this is amazing!” Julia climbs off the bike and sets her helmet on the seat beside mine.

“It’s ten acres. There are places we can pick wild huckleberries for pies and stuff.”

“You’re kidding.” She grins as she turns in a circle, taking in the view.

“I wouldn’t joke about huckleberries.” It’s her favorite fruit, and it only grows in certain conditions. Farmers have tried growing them, but so far, it’s impossible. They can only be wild-harvested, and their location is a closely guarded secret. I almost couldn’t believe it when the agent showed me pictures of the huckleberry bushes. She really nailed it with this place.

“I’ve got the security code. The agent couldn’t meet us today, but if we like it, she said we should get in touch right away,” I say.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” Julia jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding her pussy against my cock.

“Babe, unless you want splinters in your ass from me fucking you on the porch, you’d better stop that shit.”

“But I want you,” she says seductively.

“Dammit, woman! It’s house time, not fucking time.” Even as I growl this at her, I’m pulling her dress up and yanking off her panties. I can’t decide if I want to taste her or fuck her first. She’s my addiction, and I can’t ever get enough.

“Do me on the bike,” she whispers.