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“Let me hear you, baby. I want to know what feels good.”

“Your mouth on me feels so good,” she cooed. “I’m there. Oh god, don’t stop.” She writhed on the bed, rocking into my mouth, bathing my tongue in her cream. “I feel like I’m flying.”

The first flutters of her impending climax teased my tongue. Her thighs quivered, and her heels dug into the mattress. I gripped her ass, holding her hard to my mouth, and I licked and sucked. A low growl climbed up my throat as I fucked her with my mouth.

And then she shattered. Muscles in her abdominals tensed and rippled. Cream flooded her core and soaked my tongue. I ate her pussy as her cry of release filled the room. Her back arched as her hands balled into fists.

I snatched the condom and ripped it open. “Fuck.” I had to clench my teeth to keep from coming as I rolled it down my length. Hovering above her, I stared into her eyes as I notched her opening and slowly pushed inside her. Warm, wet walls surrounded me, squeezing me as I groaned, reared back, and then surged deeper.

A ravished sigh escaped her lips. She ran her palms along my biceps and lifted her thighs high on my hips while a smile teased her lips. I rocked into her, drilling in and out of her, building momentum with a slow fuck.

I kissed her as I penetrated her. I ran my hands over her, mapping her body to memory. She was soft curves and sweet whispers. I wanted to spend forever inside her, but I needed to come. My balls grew heavy, and my muscles burned. I gripped her thigh and shifted my angle.

She moaned, and cream slicked her walls as they clenched against me.

With steady, unrelenting thrusts, I railed into her. Again and again. Her nails clawed at my shoulders as I fucked her harder and faster. I must have hit the perfect trigger because her body detonated. Contractions rippled along my shaft. With a shout, I erupted, careening into a hard climax. The impact hit with the force of a nuclear explosion. Every muscle in my body flexed. Fire scorched through my veins, shivers ripped along my spine, and my mind numbed to everything but the woman beneath me.

I collapsed onto her, ragged breaths racking my body, and sweat slicking my skin. She clung to me, her lips grazing along my neck, her fingers dancing over my flesh, and whispered words on her warm breath, soothing the riot of emotions surging through me.

“I love you, Brett. I love the way you make me feel. I love the way you kiss me. I love this.” She ran her hand along my lats. Her body molded to mine. “I love the feeling of you being inside of me.”

For a moment, with my eyes closed, I just held her, breathing in the warmth of her scent. I slid my cock out of her but fuck ever letting her go. I rolled to my side, keeping her tucked against me.

The room was bright with afternoon sunlight. We hadn’t climbed beneath the covers but had fucked on her pretty soft gray comforter. I stripped off the condom and dropped it into the small trash can next to the nightstand.

She’d whispered all the things she loved about me. I loved the way she fit against me. I love the way she whimpered as I kissed her, the way she stared at my body, and traced my tattoos with her fingertips. And I loved this, the way she wanted to talk, the way she seemed to care about the shit in my life.

“You were going to tell me what the lawyer said.” She curled against me, sliding her legs against mine.

“Same thing she’s said since the beginning. She’s optimistic. Gave me the lowdown on how to act while in court.”

She linked her fingers with mine. “All you have to do is tell the truth. It’s Natalie that has to remember all her lies. The judge will see that.”

Yeah, and I fucking loved her optimistic faith in me.

“Today hit me kind of hard.” She tipped her face to glance at me. “I know there’s risks—for both of us. I have the appearance of impropriety with the school, and you have to be careful with Natalie. But there are people you trusted to know about me. The people in your motorcycle club. Jazzy and the girls. Kodiak and all your friends. My best friend knows, and now, my brother knows. I don’t want to hide you—not from Ryan.”

I hummed an agreement. “You want me to meet your brother?”

She twisted onto her stomach and turned her face toward me on the pillow. “I know the people most important to you. I know Lili. I want you to meet my parents, too. It’s okay if you’re not ready. It doesn’t have to be right away, but think about it.”

I leaned over and kissed her. “Yeah, baby. I’ll meet your family.”

“Really?” She didn’t wait for me to respond. Her eyes widened, and a smile split her lips. “There’s not much risk because they live in Clinton. I usually go to church with them on Sundays, and then my mom makes a big dinner.” She smirked. “Nothing like the old ladies after church at the MC.” She rolled her eyes. “Nothing like church in the MC either. It’s not super formal, although there’s lots of singing and hell, fire and damnation with coffee and cookies after.”

“Sounds like my kind of people. I like cookies and coffee.”

“Do you want to go tomorrow? Because I was thinking next weekend you’ll want to have time with Lili.”

I touched her cheek. I could only hope at this point. But I’d know Monday whether or not I’d see my kid anytime soon.

“But don’t feel pressure,” she said. “If you’re not sure, we can wait.”

“I want to meet your family. I need a long ride with my old lady on the back of my bike.”

“You want to go on the motorcycle?”

“I don’t want to spend an hour riding in a cage. We’ll make a day of it. Take off early. Take the scenic route. Maybe stop somewhere along the way for breakfast.”