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The sun sinks over Paradise Falls in a blaze of fire and gold, bleeding across the fields like a bad omen. From the back porch, the stables stand still, drenched in that eerie hush before something breaks. Not the calm of peace. The kind of quiet that knows a war is happening elsewhere.

I’m alone, well, not technically. A few of the Kings stay behind.

Derby, Whisky, and even Holler, who kept pacing like he’d rather be in the fight but isn’t about to leave me exposed.

The mayor is here. Bikers brought the old dog with them.

Even he seems on edge, watching the road, sniffing the air like he knows something we don’t.

The ol’ ladies and biker girlfriends who refuse to be told to stay out of it are camped around the perimeter in their “Property of” vests with rifles in hand, posted like a damn army in leather and lipstick, guarding lil’ ol’ me.

And me? I have my own rifle resting across my thighs. Safety off. Hands steady. I ain’t waiting like some wilting debutante. I’m waiting like a woman with something to lose. More than the farm.

The silence is thick enough to choke on.

Every minute drags. Every second stretches tight with dread. Somewhere out there, Legend’s fighting for me, for this place, for us. And there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it but sit and pray to the moon or the road or whatever outlaw gods watches over men like him.

And I did pray.

To bring him back. In one piece. To let me see him again. Just one more time.

The sound of engines cut through the stillness like a blade. My breath catches.

I’m on my feet before I even register moving, heart galloping wild in my chest. Tires spin, dust kicks up, and then I see him. Dirt streaked, bruised, bloody, his eyes lock on mine like he’s starving.

He doesn’t say a word as he strides up the porch.

He doesn’t need to.

I meet him halfway.

The moment our bodies collide, the world falls away. Years of bitterness snap like brittle wire. My hands fist in the back of his cut, hauling him close like I need him to keep breathing.

“I thought I lost you,” I pant, tears stinging but refusing to fall.

“You can’t lose me,” he growls. “Not now. Not ever.”

His hands cradle my face like I’m something sacred, and he kisses me. It ain’t gentle. It’s a firestorm. A match to bourbon, burning, sweet, and dangerous in all the ways I craved. His mouth moves over mine like he’s making up for every second we’ve been apart, every word we haven’t said.

He lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing and carries me inside. Through the grand halls of my childhood, past my ancestors staring down in their oil-painted judgment, like they can stop what was about to happen.

They can’t.

Neither can daddy. We breeze past his room.

Legend kicks open my bedroom door like he owns it. Like he owns me.

“Tell me to slow down,” he rasps, teeth grazing my throat.

“Don’t you dare,” I whisper, already clawing at his cut, desperate to feel his skin.

We undress each other like it’s a war. Fingers frantic, breath ragged.

Then I see it for the first time.

“You’re as big as a damn horse,” I gasp. I’m talking about his dick.

“Maybe the least hung one you’ve ever seen, but yeah. A got a footer, here. That monster in the woods isn’t the only reason they call me Legend.”

I bite my lip. I can’t quit staring at it as his body, scarred, inked, brutal, beautiful, presses me down into silk sheets I’ve never cared about until now. They might as well be ice to my fire.

He takes his time with me.

Kisses down my neck, across my breasts, lower still, each one making me ache more.

His calloused hands, rough from the road, glide over my smooth skin. He pauses at my hips, looking up at me with a hunger that's almost feral.

"You know how many times I've dreamed of this?" he growls. "How many nights I've spent hard and aching, thinking about how your pussy would taste?"

I sigh as he roughly parts my thighs, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He doesn't wait for an invitation, diving in like a man famished.

His tongue is hot and wet, on my pussy, lapping it up like he can't get enough. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as he finds my clit, working it with a skill that has me seeing stars.

"Hudson..." I moan his real name, trying to grasp onto something solid, figuratively and literally as I grab the sheets.

His stubbly chin scrapes against my inner thighs as he devours me. He groans against my clit, the vibration adding a new layer of sexy.

"Fuck, Soph, you taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, harder to thrust his tongue deeper inside me.

I buck up towards his mouth without thinking.

"You like that?"

“Yes,” I breathe.

I'm a thrashing mess.

Out of nowhere, he slides a thick finger inside me. "So fucking tight," he grunts. “How long’s it been, Princess? You feel untouched.”

“Since Sam,” I blurt out. I didn’t want to talk about my ex, ever.

“Fuck him,” Legend grumbles against my clit.

He draws away suddenly, leaving me panting and desperate. Standing, his body towers over me.

"But you’re mine now.” He takes his colossal dick in his hands. “Part those pretty lips.”

My mouth falls open, and I take it all in as he slides his cock past my teeth.

My jaw practically unhinges to accommodate him.

Part of him. Salty, sweet, his shaft works in and out of my mouth like a preview, an appetizer for what’s to come.

All I can think of is what his massive size is about to do to my pussy.

I’m about to combust.

Grunting, like he’s about to lose it himself, he tears away. In an instant, Legends hovering over me. Between my thighs, lining himself up, his fleshy tip pressing against me deliciously.

With our size difference, I’m staring at the ink on his broad chest. I look up at him, and he’s looking down.

With no warning, he skids forward, just a little.

“Fuck,” I cry out. “Is this even possible?”

“You’ve always been such a tiny thing. Relax, Princess.”

Like trying on a pair of shoes that’s just too small or wiggling into a pair of spanks. But I’m wet enough, and we’re determined as hell.

Legend and I make him fit.

His first full thrust is a revelation, a shock. I gasp, curving against him, dug into the mattress like I'm rooted there.

And it isn’t just sex. It’s history, prophecy, a fucking reckoning.

“You’re paradise,” Legend growls low as he grinds himself thicker inside me. “And Hell.” He punctuates each word with deliberate drives.

"You feel that?" he rasps, his voice hoarse with desire. "That's me needing you. That's ten fuckin’ years of wantin’ what I couldn’t have." His cock throbs inside me like a rhythm, each beat a word he never said out loud in all these ten long years.

Right now, he’s confessing to my pussy.

We move together like we’ve always belonged this way. Like our bodies, though so different in size, were made for each other. And when I cry out his name, he groans mine like a prayer.

After, we lie jumbled in the sheets, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. Outside, the night air carries the sound of crickets and distant thunder. I curl into his big chest. His heartbeat’s steady beneath my ear, his rough hand soft on my back.

“Talk to me, Princess. You okay?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I lift my head to look at him, heart still fluttering in my chest. I’m not okay. I’m sore as hell. My pussy throbbing in the best way. That’s not it. It’s time for some honesty. I’m not okay. “You disappeared that day… I’m always scared you’re going to leave again.”

He tugs me closer. "I’m not goin’ anywhere."

And just like that, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, in the arms of Legend, an outlaw biker with a big tall tale behind his name and an even bigger dick.