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He was an animal and fucked like a drill hammer. Chill shoved inside me, bracing himself on one arm as his hand slid down my leg and raised it. His cock filled me, and I was drenched. I was made for this man; we fit together like a glove, and I could only hold on for the ride as Chill set a punishing pace.

“Chill!” I screamed as an unfamiliar tension built up.

Chill understood what was happening. “Relax your control,” he ordered as he fucked me even harder. The pressure exploded as he caught my clit and my head almost blew. I saw stars and couldn’t catch my breath as waves of pleasure rushed over me. Chill shoved deep and growled as he stiffened and released his seed.

“Oh, God,” I cried.

He thrust a few more times and felt him twitch inside me. I collapsed on the bed, a sweaty mess.

Chill brushed the hair from my eyes as he rolled onto his back, taking me with him.

“Okay?” he asked, gasping.

“Yeah. That was the first time—”

“I guessed by your reaction. What a waste of space Gerard was. Couldn’t even get his woman off. It’s gonna become my mission in life to keep you dosed on orgasms.”

I began laughing as I slumped onto his chest.

“Let me catch my breath, and then we’ll repeat that,” Chill murmured.

Needless to say, we broke the damn bed.

The next morning, I felt a flare of panic when I headed downstairs and saw the knowing looks from Amy and Daisy-Duke.

“Nanci and Inglorious took the kids overnight. There’re some things children don’t need to hear, and you two were loud,” Hercules said grumpily.

“Oh, God,” I muttered.

“Yeah, you called Chill that often,” Mare joked.

“Can’t believe you broke the bed. The entire clubhouse heard that,” Razor grinned.

“Back the fuck off—now. Meadow’s not used to being teased like this,” Chill snarled with clear danger in his voice.

Everyone shut up and looked apologetic.

“Baby girl, it’s meant with a good heart.” Carole reached out and grabbed my hand.

Red-faced, I nodded but dropped my head. I wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

“Hey, at least you didn’t have an audience,” Carole said, and I glanced up, surprised. She grinned. “When Buck and I first did it, we headed for a storeroom; we were so desperate. He simply dived right in. As Buck had me bent over, neither of us realised his bare ass had knocked the door open.”

Daisy-Duke began laughing. “There was a club party that night. Members and old ladies only, which was lucky as we all got a first-hand view of Carole losing her virginity!”

“Oh no! What did you do?” I gasped.

“Girl, I owned that shit!” Carole crowed. “I yanked on Buck’s tee, walked out, took a bow and thanked them for their very vocal and generous support.”

“No way,” I exclaimed, staring at the elegant woman sitting calmly.

Carole grinned brightly. “I wasn’t always a grandma,” she declared, smiling.

“Gran!” Isabelle chided, but she was laughing.

“Yeah, ditch those fancy clothes,” Daisy-Duke ordered.

“Maybe one day,” Carole said with a strange expression on her face.