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The muscles of her pussy constrict against me in waves, drawing out my own release. Clutching onto her hips, I grunt and pull her down as far as I can on top of me while every single drop of my come bathes her insides. Pushing off of the bed, I wrap my arms around her small waist.
“Holy hell.” Lilah gasps for breath as she returns my embrace by dropping her arms around my shoulders. I press a kiss between her cleavage and hold her as our breathing returns to normal.
After cleaning both of us up, I gather Lilah back into my arms, rolling us so her back is to my front. Lilah giggles as I lift my arms and clap to turn off the lights, bathing us in darkness.
“Goodnight, Princess.” I press a kiss on the back of her head.
“Goodnight.”
fifteen
Lilah
The weeks flyby in a blur of spontaneous dates, Wednesdays at The Castle, and motorcycle rides.
It’s hard as hell acting as if we’re just friends around the club. I’m starting to regret being the one to decide to hide our relationship. I can see Ringer’s eyes drift to my ring finger every time we’re together, and I damn well know he’s hoping I just leave it on one day for everyone to see.
I screwed up royally and forgot to take it off one morning. Luckily, Sasha was the only one to see it. It happened one morning when it was just the two of us at the bakery. All it took was a smirk from her in the direction of my hand, and I knew.
I wouldn’t have even been wearing my ring if Ringer hadn’t stayed over the night before. We got into a small argument about my wearing it. Out of respect for him, and for me trying to see if this whole thing with us will actually work, I always wear it when it’s just the two of us.
Although we still aren’t telling anyone about our Vegas marriage, we have given up trying to avoid each other at the club. I’m pretty sure most people have caught us either in a corner making out like teenagers or dropping each other's hands a little too late.
Ringer and I have also discovered our insane need to fuck in the most outlandish of places. I was mortified when my dad almost caught us in the bathroom at the club. I would have died if he had walked in just a moment earlier when Ringer had me bent over the sink, plowing me from behind.
This leads us to today. Brenna called me for lunch, and I’d been so preoccupied with ‘dating’ Ringer I haven’t had much time to hang out with my friends. I instantly said yes.
“You’re going to the studio for Pebbles’ surprise today, right?” Brenna says from across the booth from me at Maggie’s diner.
Bunny, a.k.a. Brenna, decided she didn’t want to go by her fake name anymore, taking us all by surprise. I find it particularly hard to keep my relationship with Ringer a secret from her, and as we sit and chat at the diner, I yearn to tell her. It kills me every time we talk not to blurt the words.
“Yep! I’m actually going to finish some desserts to bring when we’re done here. Trigger asked me to make a bunch.”
“Do you think they’re going to be okay?” Brenna asks, her eyes falling to the table in front of her.
Brenna told me what happened to her and Pebbles over lunch shortly after that awful night. My heart broke for Pebbles, who has such a big heart and just wanted to help her new friend out, and for Brenna, since she has to live with what happened. Even though no one blames her, and she wasn’t at fault in any way, you can tell in her eyes that she will always point the finger of blame solely at herself.
“I haven’t seen her at all. Ringer said she was at the hospital but left before I got there,” I say before blowing on a steaming spoonful of French onion soup.
“Have you talked to her?” Brenna asks, meeting my eyes in curiosity.
I nod. “We text once in a while. We send each other Tik Toks mostly. I send her anything with twins, and she sends me a lot of baking videos.”
Brenna nods, once again dropping her eyes. I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. “Just give her time, yeah? You guys were instant BFFs. It’ll all be okay.”
A tear leaks out of her eye, and she swats it away. “Ugh! Look at me. I’m acting silly. I thought I'd feel better with my sister and grandma here, but I don’t think the guilt will ever leave.”
“Is having them here going okay?”
Brenna was raised in a cult and was to be married to the sixty-something-year-old leader at the age of 16. The psycho that kidnapped Pebbles, thinking she was Brenna, was his son. His father had died, and he had gotten the insane idea that Brenna now belonged to him.
Long story short, that psycho blew up and killed the entire cult, and the only survivors just so happen to be Brenna’s grandmother and her sister. Luckily, they were in the right place at the right time.
Flame surprised Brenna a few weeks ago by going to get them and bringing them here to live near her. They’ve moved into a small cottage behind Tank and Maria’s while they get settled and decide if they want to stay.
Brenna nods at my question with a genuine smile. “It is! I work a lot, so we do dinner with them whenever we can. They’ve met me here for lunch a few times. My sister even came to sit at the shop with me one afternoon. She wants me to give her a tattoo.”
“Brenna, that’s awesome! I’m so happy for you!”
