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She didn’t say a word as I slowly entered her. She didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to go faster. I looked at her face, and the look of euphoria mirrored how I was feeling at that moment.

Indie’s eyes shone brightly with unshed tears, as mine slipped down my cheeks. We were sharing a moment that few couples ever had. So many people saw sex as something casual, a means to get off. A few moments of orgasmic bliss with no thought to the way it might complicate their lives later.

Maybe I was a pussy. But this moment fucking meant something to me. Joining my body with Indie, my heart consumed with love for this woman who was as broken as I was, wasn’t a casual blip in my life.

It was a turning point.

It was a beginning.

The end of a life alone. And the start of my life with her. I pushed in to the hilt, and she held me against her.

“Just wait,” she panted.

I closed my eyes tightly, praying to every fucking God I knew that I could hold on a little longer. That I could make this good for her. That I wouldn’t blow the moment I moved.

I kissed her lips again. Just the feel of my body encased in hers, her lips meeting mine in a fervor, had my hips moving on their own. As if my body knew exactly what to do.

I slipped in and out in a rhythm that matched our hearts beating as one. Indie met me stroke for stroke as her hips lifted against me.

“Please come, Indie. Please come with me,” I begged.

Her breathing changed, slow inhales followed by long, low exhales, until they grew with speed and insistence the same way my hips sped up.

“Come for me, Indie. Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”

“Harder, Mimic.”

I pushed harder, and her body jumped with every thrust.

“Faster.”

I sped up. Every instruction she gave, I followed. Until I felt it, the warm cocoon around my length, squeezing in, choking me. Indie cried out my name, and I exploded inside her. Painting her with my cum. Marking her as mine forever. She held me inside her as she rode out her release.

I collapsed against her, my face buried in her neck as I cried. It was her; she’d knocked down every wall I had ever constructed. She climbed inside me and found the little boy desperate to be loved, and she made him whole.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Indie

I woke up wrapped in Mimic’s arms. We spent the day in bed as Mimic explored my body. King had called wanting to know how I was, and Mimic told him to give us a day. That was yesterday. Today we had to get up and go back to the real world, where Mimic was secretly in two MCs and I was a trained assassin.

How is this my life?

I tried to wiggle out of bed, but his arms tightened, preventing my escape. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I need to take a shower. We need to talk to King and the others today, and I am not walking into church with dried cum all over me.”

“If you wash it off, I’ll have to add more.”

“Tonight, you can. But I am not walking around the clubhouse smelling like sex.”

“Fine,” he grumbled as he rolled out of bed and followed me into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“You said we couldn’t walk around the clubhouse smelling like sex. So we have to take a shower.”

“You’re not getting in here with me.” I laughed. The audacity of this man!