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“Then take me. Now,” I urged, digging my nails into his shoulders.

His hips surged forward with a powerful thrust, and he filled me completely. It took me a moment to adjust to his size, my inner walls clenching around him without anything between us.

I probably should’ve asked him about using a condom since I wasn’t on birth control because I’d never needed it before. A big part of me was happy about that. If I got pregnant, I wouldn’t need to leave him. And any child would be lucky to have someone like Kane as a father. Just like any woman would hit the jackpot if he made them his old lady.

It was too easy to picture spending my life with him. Being surrounded by the Redline Kings—the found family Kane had built for himself.

So I didn’t mention condoms. I just held on while he started to move, his thick shaft dragging against my inner walls as he thrust in and out of me. Hard and fast, over and over again until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.

“You take me so good, baby,” he grunted with a swivel of his hips that had me seeing stars. “You gonna give me another one so I can fill you with my come?”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped. “So close.”

“Thank fuck ’cause watching you fly apart for me twice has me at the end of my rope.”

His rhythm sped up, and he hammered me into the mattress until my pussy clamped hard around his dick. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I heard him groan while intense pleasure coursed through my veins.

He planted himself deep inside me before shuddering. Then I felt the hot splash of his come coating my inner walls, filling me until our shared release dripped down my thighs.

While we worked to catch our breath, he rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I cuddled against his chest, my fingers tracing over the black ink on his arm. “One of these times, I want the chance to explore your body. Maybe give you a massage and trace my tongue over the motorcycle tattoo on your back.”

“Gimme a few minutes, and you’ll get your chance.”

I did, but even though he’d just come, I only had my mouth and hands on him for maybe fifteen minutes before I found myself flat on my back with him pounding into me again. But I was too busy screaming his name in ecstasy to complain.

14

KANE

The quiet hum of the compound outside filtered in through the cracked window in my office. The occasional rumble of bikes, low voices, and doors opening and shutting as the clubhouse woke up.

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long stripes across my desk piled with files and a half-drunk mug of coffee. My boots were kicked up on the corner, and a cigar burned low between my fingers as I scrolled through a report Jax had sent the night before. Paperwork was a bitch, but there was no avoiding it. Especially since it had all been piling up because I’d been spending most of my time with Savannah.

My focus was razor sharp, the numbers in front of me a puzzle I was determined to solve, until the door swung open without warning.

Savannah strode in like she owned the place, hips swaying in those tiny denim shorts I fucking loved—and hated—because they reminded me that I wasn’t the only one who could appreciate how good she looked in them. Her shirt was one of mine again, knotted at the waist, her blond hair falling over her shoulders in waves, blue eyes sparkling with something smug.

Her smile was aimed right at me, making my cock thicken.

“I was right,” she declared, striding straight around the desk with her hands on her hips like she was about to give me hell.

I couldn’t help the grin that pulled at my mouth as I set the report aside. “I’m sure you were, sugar. But if you want to gloat, you gotta pay the toll first.”

Her brows furrowed. “What toll?”

I leaned back in my chair and patted my lap. “Kiss first. Then you tell me what I should’ve already known.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade as she stepped into my space, sliding into my lap like it was made just for her—and maybe it was. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against my chest. Her breath hitched as I brushed my lips over hers.

“You drive me wild,” she whispered.

“I know,” I teased with a wink. Then I kissed her.

Her lips parted instantly, her hands curling around my neck as I deepened the kiss, tasting the coffee on her tongue and the faint sweetness of her lip balm. She made a soft little sound that went straight to my cock, and I slid one hand up her spine, cupping the back of her head, holding her exactly where I wanted her.

When I finally pulled back, she was breathless, lips swollen and eyes dazed. I fucking loved putting that look on her face.

“Now,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “what were you right about?”