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He pushes in fast, fisting my hair as he controls the rhythm. Fucking my mouth deeper, almost brutally.

His loud roar warns me of the storm about to break, and as he lashes streams of cum fast down my throat, I struggle to keep up with the flow.

I take him. I want him. I consider this a win because accepting my man, every part of him gives me pleasure I never realized was so addictive.

I love every mouthful, swallowing every drop, wishing I could jump off the rollercoaster and run to the top to start it all over again. I am insatiable. My mind is blown, and as he releases my hair, I fall back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling, my pussy throbbing, my heart hammering, and my mouth smiling.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, darlin’.”

His low groan brings a smile to my face, and as his arm slips around my shoulder and pulls me close, our fight is forgotten, our relationship set. I am Razor’s woman. I accept what that means; he is my man, and that is all the label I need.

CHAPTER 27

RAZOR

It’s been a few months since Sunday left me for two days, and this will be the first one we will be apart.

She kind of moved in with me, no labels attached to her luggage. The others accept we are together, but not official.

It’s exactly what I hoped for; I’m guessing she still hopes for more and occasionally we clash on that.

She never gives up asking me to make this official. Occasionally threatening me, never going through with it.

I am in paradise; this is perfection, and why would I ever want to change that?

There’s an ominous tension in The Rubicon. It’s as if a cloud sits above us and is threatening to unleash the biggest, deadliest storm we’ve ever faced.

Sunday is nervous as she sits on my bed, freshly fucked as always, biting her lower lip with anxiety.

“I’m worried about you, baby.”

Her words are fearful, and I shrug.

“Worry about the fuckers in our sight.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

Her eyes are wide, and I set my mouth into a grim line.

“Ryder is pissed, Ashton is upset, and Flash and Jennifer, along with Lou and Brewer, are beside themselves.”

She reminds me what’s at stake because we had word that our kids are in danger and it’s happening tonight.

I pull on my boots, and she whispers, “What if?”

I glare at her. “There will be no what if’s, darlin’. The kids will be coming home with us.”

“I believe you, Razor, but–”

“No buts either. Drake has assured us he has it under control. We are going to get our family.”

Cassie, Ryder’s daughter, Jack, Lou and Brewer’s son, and Imogen, Flash and Jennifer’s daughter, have got mixed up in some shit at Rockwell Academy, their college. Drake is a fellow Reaper who was sent in to watch out for them disguised as a history teacher. He reported back that on prom night they are in danger and we are heading there shortly.

When we head out on a mission, danger claws at every breath I take, but when it concerns our own, that breath is on fire. Ryder is not a man to fuck with, and his daughter is everything to him. His wife will understandably be fearful, and his family’s happiness has always been his number one priority.

I add, “If you’re worried about anyone, darlin’. Spare a thought for those kids because when they return here, their lives won’t be worth living.”

“They’re just kids, Razor.”