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I didn’t know.
24
Buff
I kissed her like my life depended on it because it fucking did. Even a week after the shit show that ensued, I couldn’t stop apologizing. “I’m sorry, baby. Sorry for everything from before and about your dad.”
Our tongues tangoed, hands caressing each other. I would never get enough of her.
“Me too. I still feel numb.” She kissed my neck. “It’s weird to think of my mom getting abused like I was, and I didn’t even know it.”
“It’s fucked up, is what it is.”
“Yeah, it is.” She lifted her head. “What did you do to him?” This was the first time she’d asked about Bill.
“Do you really want to know? I can promise you, he’ll never hurt your mom again.”
“Is he dead?”
“No.” But he was in a lot of pain. Mason had taken him to the hangar for Stitch to deal with him in a rather painful way.
“Okay. I wished we had an update on Keg.”
As if the gods heard her, my phone buzzed. I grabbed it off the nightstand and saw a text from Cobra.
“It’s Cobra.” I opened the message.“Keg’s death has been confirmed. But the dude Storm wanted us to leave alone is missing.
I exhaled a deep breath.
“Say that again.” Her dark eyes burned into mine.
“Keg is dead. You don’t have to worry about him anymore, baby.”
“That’s fantastic news. The best Christmas present I ever wished for.” She snuggled against my chest.
“I have something else you might like more.” I took her hand and wrapped it around my rock-hard cock. She gripped it and played with the head.
“I think you’re right.” She popped up and straddled my hips. “I want to ride you.” She held my dick and slid onto it.
“Go for it while I enjoy the show.”
She grinned wide, eyes sparkling with lust as she lifted and slammed down.
Fuck this. I raised her and pulled her down. I needed to come, and I could tell she needed a massive orgasm too.
Up.
Down.
I lifted my hips, going as deep as possible in her, and pulled back.
We fucked each other with the weight of the world off our shoulders. Keg, the fucking rapist was dead. Tonight, we could all rest peacefully.
Except for Bone. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on with my brother. Stitch had wanted him to stay at the clubhouse for seven to ten days before returning to Montana. That meant Bone would’ve been here for Christmas, and I know, without a doubt, that Lady M’s Christmas wish would’ve come true.
But Bone had left the day after the explosion, and the only person he spoke to was Stitch.
“Faster. Harder.”
