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“What’s so funny?” he asked without looking up at me.

“Calling me beautiful while you’re staring at my pussy.”

His eyes finally looked up. “It’s beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Your face is beautiful. And your mind is beautiful.”

Chill bumps ran over my arms and legs. He noticed them and smirked. “I’m going to love you so hard that eventually you’ll demand the praise, not get nervous about it.”

My heart skipped. He was right. It was odd to hear these things. But it was also odd that for the first time, I didn’t doubt what someone was saying. I didn’t have a weird knot in my stomach. I believed this man wholeheartedly. And for the first time in years, I was at peace.

Chapter 18

Leigh

I passed out with her in my arms. But not because I was consoling her after a nightmare. We dozed off together after her urgent call led us back here only to argue, then finally lay it all out. Although some of the details were given to her by Bama.

Still, shit was out in the open. It broke me a little that all along, she’d hoped I’d somehow rescue her or claim her from him, but never did. So many times I thought about it, but you just didn’t do that. Not to your brothers.

He started being sketchy, though. Hammer fined him, then later flogged him, for using and being short on deliveries. After that happened and things got worse instead of him straightening up, I started tailing him.

After a little recon, I put together he was visiting a known spot for the Bloody Scorpions. It was just outside of our normal territory so we wouldn’t have figured it out, at least not anytime soon.

I tried to get him to fess up without letting him know I had busted him fraternizing with the enemy, but he said I was being paranoid. Even with all the fucked up shit he was doing and had done to her, he really did always tell me to keep an eye on Glenda.

After tailing him back to the same place a few more times and asking around at some of the local bars in that area, I discovered he had struck a deal. We still didn’t know what he planned to give up. Maybe just our hookups, or some of our customers, possibly anything they wanted to know. But I did confirm he was being patched in and was offered the sister of VP of that chapter as collateral. Chapter was being generous. They weren’t a real MC, just a gang.

When I found that out, I told Hammer and Rogers everything I knew. That wasn’t the Reggie I knew. I understood what Glenda meant. He wasn’t a fucking choir boy, but he wasn’t a piece of shit, either. He was a bit of a loose cannon, but if you weren’t a little crazy or impulsive, MC life wasn’t for you anyway. The change in him was gradual. Slow enough you almost missed it until shit was out of control.

He’d been fucking bunnies behind her back for a while, but so many of the guys did that. It was almost expected; normal. But when he started it out in the open, in front of her, I should have known something changed in him that would never turn back.

Maybe I was part of the problem then. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken that opportunity to have her. As fucked up as it was, I’d watched her with the others. She participated but I could see in her eyes something wasn’t right. Not like she was drunk or fucked up. But she was torn.

I’d only meant to get her away from all of it. The real fucked up part wasn’t that I had her while he watched. It was that I was more worried that he’d call me out for helping her than fucking his Old Lady. So I did. And I both loved it and regretted it with every fiber of my being ever since.

I knew right then I loved her. But because of him, I couldn’t have her. But now, after so much shit between us and so much shit she’d been through, I did. She’s mine.

I just hoped I could love her enough to make up for all the time I didn’t do right by her.

Scratches on the door had me trying to slide my arm from beneath her without waking her. But I was not successful.

Her voice was scratchy. “Good morning. Brucie needs to go out.”

Squeezing her, I kissed her cheek. “I need to install a doggie door. I’ll be right back.”

She giggled as I slid from the bed. “You may as well just leave a door open for him. That would be a huge doggie door.”

I slid my boxer briefs on and turned. She rolled over, the comforter moving down enough to see her big tits bouncing as she settled, her sleepy eyes dragging over me.

“Don’t move.” I ran out of the bedroom and rushed to the back door. “C’mon, Bruce.”

He trotted outside, so I pushed the door but left it unclicked so he could push it open if he wanted in. I stopped in the hall bathroom and peed, then rushed back to bed.

Pulling her close, I ran my hand down her body until my fingers were between her thighs. “Mmm, already wet for me.”

She moaned sleepily, her dimples popping with a grin. She reached over, cupping me over my underwear. “Someone is already hard for me.”

She pushed at my underwear just enough to get them out of the way but not all the way down. Reaching over, I fished around the drawer for a condom then opened it quickly and rolled it on. I’d barely finished when she pushed me to the bed and lowered herself onto my shaft with another moan.

Her cunt felt so good around me. A rumble rolled from my chest to my throat. Gripping her hip with one hand and cupping her tit with the other, I let her drive. She rocked, then moved up and down. Still holding her tit, rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger, I watched her pussy going up and down my cock.