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My entire body trembles as I slip my fingers from her body and replace them with the head of my cock. Curling my hand around the back of her knee, I spread her legs even wider, opening her even more as I shift inside her, filling her.

Chassis’s fingers flex against the back of my neck, her nails digging into my flesh even harder. I don’t move, but I can feel her body trembling. “I need more,” she exhales. “I need to move.”

I’m sure she does. But she’s not going to get it until I’m ready to give it. Moving my head slightly, I glide my lips along her skin until I reach her earlobe. I nip the skin of her lobe, then slide my tongue along the area to soothe whatever sharp pain I may have caused.

She begins to breathe heavily, panting almost as if she waits for me to do something—to move. I do, but slowly, lazily. This isn’t fucking her against her car when I’m three sheets to the fucking wind.

This is loving her.

At least showing her that love without actually saying the words. I don’t know when or how I’ll say them, but I can show them. Chassis purrs as I move inside her, my hips rolling slowly as I take her.

Shifting my other arm around her, I glide my hand across her breasts, holding her chest and behind her knee, keeping her near, close to me. If I could crawl inside her body right now and become one with her, I would.

My hips begin to take on a mind of their own, my control slipping with each thrust. She cries out as I pluck one of her hard nipples with my fingers. Curling my fingers around her breast, I massage her there, then pinch her nipple, tugging on it gently.

“Please, I’m so close,” she cries out in a whisper.

My fingers dance down the center of her body, leaving her tits… albeit reluctantly, and finding purchase against her clit. Pressing two fingers against it, I draw firm circles there, my hips never breaking their rhythm.

She cries out, her pussy clenching around me, trying to keep me inside her, but I’m not ready yet. She’s on the edge, ready to fall over, or maybe jump. I’m not sure. She moves her hips as much as she can in this position, searching for her release.

When she comes, her legs tremble and her shout bounces off the walls around us. It’s fucking amazing. Beautiful. Her cunt squeezes me, her body trying as hard as it can to keep me inside her.

She fails, but not for lack of trying. I move inside her, hard and fast, until it’s my turn to find my own orgasm. It doesn’t take long—one, two strokes before I still inside her body and fill her with my cum.

Nuzzling her throat, I slide my tongue along the column of her throat to taste her sweet, sweat-soaked skin there. Her muscles quake in my arms. Slowly, I lower her thigh, then force my body to slip from inside hers before I roll onto my back.

I gather her in my arms and haul her ass against my side. She slides her arm around my stomach, then dances her fingertips up my belly, my chest, and then curls her fingers around the side of my throat.

I expect her to push up and look at me, but she doesn’t. Instead, we both breathe, or rather, catch our breaths. Closing my eyes, I flex my arms around her and wonder if this is enough to keep me from starting a war.

Being with her like this, yet waiting for something to happen with the Russian. Knowing that nothing could ever happen, or something really fucking bad could befall us. I can protect her, but even with Gauge watching her, that won’t last forever. I can’t put men on her indefinitely.

Eventually, there will be an opportunity, and if the Russian takes it, then what the fuck do I do? Because I will not lose her—I will not lose them. Not fucking ever. Not as long as I have air in my lungs. I will keep them safe.

So there is only one way to ensure their safety— his death… which equals war.

CHAPTER

FORTY-FIVE

CHASSIS

Using my finger, I trace the tattoo on his bicep. I love that his chest is bare, but his arms are covered in dark ink. I don’t know why, but it’s different from the others. His back isn’t bare, though. The Iron Flame MC insignia covers the space of his wide shoulders.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

He grunts, undoubtedly knowing exactly what I’m asking. He probably doesn’t want to answer me, but I want to know. I’m also trying to figure out if he knows where I was yesterday when I went to Vegas.

I don’t want to keep anything from him, but I’m trying to make sure that we’re all safe. The last thing I want to do is have anything happen to Amos, to me, or to our baby, and if Amos thinks that Samuil is going to come after us, I can’t sit around and wait for that, not anymore.

“I have a decision to make, and it is not one I wish to make lightly.”

His words cause my heart to slam against my ribs. I don’t know why they scare me or give me anxiety, but they do. I look up at him, waiting for him to continue. I need that information.

“You should know, because it affects you, too. It won’t touch you, but it affects you.”

I hold my breath for a moment, then let it out slowly as he continues explaining. Chewing on my bottom lip, I force myself not to look up at him even though that’s exactly what I want to do.