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I pop my arm around Calista’s shoulder. “You think you might want a couple of those?”

She sighs wistfully. “I always thought no, given my relationship with Mom and my career.”

“But now?”

She looks up at me with the kind of smile a guy would die for. “I think yes, because we’d make some pretty wonderful babies.”

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CALISTA

Usually, it’s my alarm clock rousing me from sleep, but this morning, it’s Vex’s hands. I love the way the rough, calloused palms glide over my skin with just enough friction to start a fire deep in my belly.

And it’s wild, because for the last three days, I’ve been writing a business plan for my expansion. Sometimes, I’ve worked at the kitchen table at Mom’s house while she and Melanie putter in the kitchen. Other times, I’ve been on the sofa with Ti, trying to brainstorm with him how it would work.

I love his body, but I’ve always loved his brain more. And I can’t believe I get to have conversations like this with him for the rest of my life. Assuming the decision to stay here with him leads to that.

I’ve had great ideas, like offering training to organizations’ cyber teams and creating a CEO circle for leaders with large-scale cybersecurity concerns.

I’ve had terrible ideas, like putting the office in New Jersey so my commute wouldn’t be such a grind.

Ti said if I’m doing this, I need to be in New York, where all the big clients will be. We brainstormed ideas to make it work. Ican work from home a couple of days a week and hire a driver on the other days so I can work and take calls on the car ride. Or I could buy a small apartment close to wherever my new office is and stay over a night or so every week to cut the commute.

Ti said he has no problem driving over to stay with me there. Said it would be like going to meet a side piece in a hotel for some wild and dirty sex. That he’d have a boner all the way there on his bike, thinking about the ways he was going to fuck me when he arrived.

We ended up role-playing it while he fucked me on the sofa.

Tonight is a big night. Apparently, Ti gets to officially patch in, by choice, as an Outlaw. This, apparently, means biker rituals and much drinking. Women are not invited, and I find I don’t mind. It’s good we each have our own thing, at times. So, I asked Sophia and Catalina if they wanted to hang out with me.

Because I realized when I saw all the old ladies doing their thing—watching Rae try on dresses, waiting for Iris to give birth, commenting on the meal train idea that went through the group chat—I’m now officially a member of one giant mismatched family.

And nobody gives a shit what you’re worth or what you do.

They just care that you’re good people.

That you know how to look after your friends.

Plus, Catalina and Sophia are both shining examples of women who already thrived in a world built for men before they met their Outlaws.

Ti’s lips brush my neck. “On a scale of one to ten, how hard would I have to work to convince you to let me fuck you right now?”

I grab the wrist of the hand currently cupping my breast and slide it down the plane of my stomach to the aching spot between my legs. “Zero.”

I feel the puffs of air as he chuckles. “Knew you were perfect for me.”

His fingers dip between my lips where moisture already pools, and I sigh.

He pauses for a moment to lift my leg back over his thigh. It’s a stretch. I can feel my aching muscles pull. But it also opens me to him. And this time when he slides his fingers to my core, every part of me is open to him to play with.

Skillfully, he draws wetness up to my clit, circles it, then dips back into me.

My hips twitch involuntarily at the sensation.

“Love that you’re sensitive,” he says.

His cock lengthens along the crack of my ass, and as he moves, he grinds against me. I wonder what it would be like to do that until he came. What his ropes of cum would look like spread over my cheeks.

I begin to move, and the fingers swiftly move from within me to grip my hip. “Did I say you could move?”