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Hannah

I thought I might feel bad about what happened, Not because I’d been willing for Beth to die, but because I’d also been willing to give her to the very people I wanted to stop. I looked at it this way. As long as there were people who had too much money and too much free time. Beth had sold her own daughter to those people. I wasn’t gonna lose a moment’s sleep over her suffering now.

OK, so I did lose sleep. Just not over Beth. No. My man was insatiable. After we got back to the compound, he literally threw me over his shoulder, swatted my ass, and took me back to his room. He said it was just until we got the larger apartment a block over furnished. A couple of days at most. I told him that was fine as long as we didn’t leave his apartment until the new one was finished, and clothes were not allowed. Yeah. I got Knuckles at his most primal after that little ultimatum.

“Two days,” he growled against my throat as he pinned me to the mattress, his body a delicious weight on top of mine. “Two days of you naked and under me.” His beard scraped deliciously against my neck. “I can get behind that.”

We emerged three days later, both of us walking a little funny but with matching stupid grins on our faces. The club brothers who saw us either wolf-whistled or made gagging noises, but the knowing looks they exchanged said it all. They were happy for Knuckles. I thought he deserved to be happy for however long I could make it last. And I intended for that to be a very long fucking time.

The apartment we were given was the best thing I’d ever seen in my life. Mom and Dad had enough money they could afford anything they wanted. They chose to live either at the compound or the ExFil base housing. So my tastes had always been pretty simple. This place wasn’t fancy, but it was fucking huge . Wide-open spaces, four large bedrooms, and three bathrooms.

It was designed to be for multiple small families or couples. There was room for more than the four bedrooms. It wouldn’t cut into the living area at all. The guys hadn’t finished it yet because there was no need. The place was way too much apartment for the two of us, but I had the feeling it would soon become a hangout for the other club members. Just because everyone was happy Knuckles was back.

Right now, I was trying to get ready for a housewarming party. And yes, me and Pippa did it on purpose because the guys were getting too cocky for our liking. Torpedo and Bohannon had surrendered the club to Knuckles with their blessing, saying their goodbyes before heading back to Somerset, Kentucky. For his last official order as president, Torpedo ordered every patched member was to attend this housewarming party with a fucking smile. They were also informed not to forget to bring their side dish. I cracked up at the disgruntled looks.

Knuckles was sprawled out on the couch, watching me move around the kitchen. I was almost finished with the last of the food ahead of schedule so maybe I’d have time to run through the shower before everyone started arriving.

“If this is what you meant by ‘domesticating me properly,’ I’m not opposed.” I moved around in one of his T-shirts, my legs bare, and my hair pulled up in a messy bun. It did things to him he didn’t even try to hide.

“Quit staring at my ass and make yourself useful,” I called over my shoulder, not even turning around.

“I am being useful.” He grinned when I shot him a look. “I’m appreciating the view. Important work.”

“Cut up the vegetables, you Neanderthal. I need to run through the shower before everyone gets here.”

“Yeah?” He perked up at the mention of the shower, getting up and moving in my direction. “Been havin’ some trouble with the hot water. I’ll just go adjust the water for you. Make sure you don’t burn yourself.” He winked at me before pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

I laughed against his mouth, giving him a playful shove. “You’re so full of shit. The hot water works just fine.”

“Mmm, but you need someone to wash your back.” He slid hands down to cup my ass. “Hard to reach spot, that.”

“Quit trying to get me into the shower with you,” I scolded against his lips, even as my body melted against his and I darted my tongue into his mouth with a contented sigh. I loved kissing this man. Loved sex in every form we’d explored. “We have thirty minutes before people start showing up, and I know what happens when we shower together.”

“Thirty minutes is plenty of time,” he growled. Knuckles deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth over and over. Tasting. Tempting. I loved every blistering second of it.

“OK,” I panted. “You convinced me.”

“That’s my girl.”

Knuckles lifted me, urging me to put my legs around his waist as he carried me to our bedroom and the attached bath.

He kicked the bathroom door shut behind us, his mouth never leaving mine as he set me on the counter. The hard edge dug into my thighs, but I didn’t care. Not when he was pushing my shirt up, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. And his mouth.

“Beautiful.” He lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth. The scrape of his beard against my sensitive skin made me gasp, my back arching to offer more of myself to him.

Impatient, Knuckles yanked the shirt over my head before fastening his mouth around one nipple and sucking strongly. I cried out, keeping my legs around his hips to hold him to me and threading my fingers through his hair.

The shower was completely forgotten as Knuckles worked his way down my body. He spread my thighs wide, his eyes darkening at the sight of my bare pussy. “Fuck, Hannah.” His breath spread moist heat against my bare mound. “You’re already wet for me.” He stroked my wet folds with one finger before sinking two fingers inside me.

“Always,” I cried out on a whimper. “All you have to do is look at me.”

His answering smile was predatory before he leaned in, giving me one long, slow lick from entrance to clit. My head fell back against the mirror with a thud , a moan tearing from my throat.

“Twenty-five minutes.” He winked at me before burying his face between my legs.

I’d never get enough of this man’s mouth on me. The way his beard scratched against my inner thighs in an erotic rasp as his tongue worked magic between my legs had me seeing stars within minutes. My fingers tightened in his hair as my body tensed, that familiar pressure building low in my belly.

“Knuckles,” I gasped, my hips rocking against his face. “I’m gonna --”

He growled against me, the vibration sending me over the edge. My orgasm hit me like a detonation, sudden and sharp. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over me. Before I could even catch my breath, Knuckles was standing, unfastening his jeans and shoving them down his hips.

“Can’t wait,” he muttered, positioning himself at my entrance. “Need to be inside you right fucking now.”

I nodded frantically, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “Yes, please.”

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. We both groaned at the sensation, my walls still fluttering from my orgasm as they stretched to accommodate him.

“Fuck, Hannah.” He pressed his forehead against mine as he settled inside me. Then he fucked me. Hard.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate him. No matter how many times we did this, the initial penetration always took my breath away. Then when he rode me… It was teeth clattering. Mind-altering. And I loved every fucking second of it.

When he couldn’t get the angle he wanted, Knuckles pulled out of me, lifting me from the vanity and spinning me around. He shoved me down so my tits were mashed against the counter. I looked into the mirror at the brutal expression on his face. This man needed me. He loved fucking me and I loved the fuck out of him fucking me.

I felt his hand shake against me as he hurried to guide himself back inside me. When he found my entrance and shoved inside me, we both cried out.

“So fuckin’ wonderful!” I whimpered, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Knuckles’s big body shuddered around me and my pussy pulsed in response. So did his dick. It was a vicious cycle.

Once we’d both adjusted once again, Knuckles fucked me with feeling. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he established a punishing rhythm. The bathroom counter wasn’t the most comfortable place, but, oh my God, I wouldn’t change a thing! I loved watching his face as he lost himself in my body. It was almost better than the orgasms he gave me without fail.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom as Knuckles drove into me relentlessly. I met his gaze in the mirror, mesmerized by the raw hunger in his eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

I slid one hand between my body and the counter, finding my clit and circling it with practiced fingers. The dual stimulation -- his cock filling me and my fingers on my clit -- was overwhelming, and I felt myself hurtling toward another orgasm embarrassingly fast.

“That’s it, baby girl.” His pace quickened. “Give it to me.”

My second orgasm hit me even harder than the first, a scream tearing from my throat as my inner walls clamped down on him.

Knuckles’s thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he watched me in the mirror. His eyes were dark with lust, possessive and hungry as they locked with mine. He cursed, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. “You feel so fucking good.” He slid his hand up my back to tangle in my hair. He tugged just enough to arch my back farther, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick counter. “Right there!” I screamed as one last orgasm ripped through me, making my knees go weak. If I hadn’t been trapped between the counter and Knuckles’s powerful body, I doubt I’d have been able to stay upright.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering as he came. Deep inside my body. And I wasn’t torn up about it.

For several long moments, we stayed like that, both of us breathing hard. Knuckles pressed soft kisses along my spine.

“That was…” I couldn’t even find the words, my brain fuzzy from the multiple orgasms. And yeah, I felt kind of smug about that. I’d gone from never having an orgasm with a partner to having them all the fucking time. And it rocked so hard…

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Definitely.” He carefully withdrew from me and helped me stand upright. My legs trembled beneath me, and he steadied me with a strong arm around my waist. “Shower now? For real this time?”

I glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned. “We have fifteen minutes before people start showing up.”

Knuckles chuckled, reaching past me to turn on the shower. “Then we better be quick.” He helped me into the steaming water, following close behind.

We didn’t make it. Not even close.

Totally worth it.