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When I look back down at her, the mischievous glint in her eye tells me everything I need to know. She starts to bob up and down my length, her mouth warm and wet. It feels so fucking good. I almost yelp when she fondles my balls, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks my cock.
I pull my hips back and grip her under her arms, my movements quick and uncontrolled. I toss her onto the bed and then cover her body with mine, the head of my cock finding her wet entrance like a heat seeking missile.
As I slam my mouth down on hers, I punch my hips forward and fill her to the hilt. She moans and writhes underneath me as her legs come up and wrap around my waist. Our mouths stay fused together, nipping and teasing, kissing and exploring, as I fuck her.
There’s an apology and an acceptance in our movements, a give and a take that feels like it’s a lifetime in the making. It’s not the first time I’ve been inside my woman, far from it, but this feels different. This time there are no walls between us anymore, only regrets and lost wishes behind us. It’s where those feelings belong and where they’ll stay.
“I love you,” I whisper against her kiss swollen lips.
Evelyn’s breath hitches and she clings to me a little tighter, the walls of her pussy starting to flutter around my cock. I grind down against her clit when I’m fully seated in her snug walls and she moans, “I love you, too.”
Our skin slaps together as we move faster, both of us needing to chase our release and come together. “Fuck,” I growl, “you’re so fucking tight around my dick. Need you to come so I can paint your womb with my seed.”
“Bennett,” she wails as she arches her back, pressing her pretty tits against my chest, and comes hard.
I roar as her pussy begs me for my come and I oblige. My balls ache with how hard I come, feeling every ripple of her wet walls along my length. I swear she’s sucking me dry.
I kiss her again, softer, but no less intensely, as our bodies quake through the last of our pleasure. Even when I roll us, leaving her draped over my chest, I don’t stop kissing her. I’m addicted to her, just like I knew I would be.
Just like I always will be.
CHAPTER 13
EVELYN
You know that feeling you get when things are going good and you’re pretty sure they’re going too good? It’s like seeing a dark cloud on the horizon, but there’s still sun shining down on you. The storm is just right over there, but you aren’t sure if it’ll pass over or maybe even dissipate before it reaches you. Or maybe the skies will open up at the worst fucking time.
That’s the feeling I’ve had all day and I’ve learned to listen to my instincts.
Over the last few weeks since the party, which ended in declarations of love for me, and Sam’s funeral, it’s been quiet. None of the guys are letting their guard down completely since Sam’s killer is still out there, but I’ve felt everyone start to relax.
I still have a shadow, so the relaxation hasn’t gone too far, but the foreboding tension isn’t quite so palpable. It feels good to be able to breathe a little easier. I’m smart enough to know suggesting there is no threat would not be a wise choice.
I’ve learned a lot about the men of the DSMC in the weeks since Bennett came barreling back into my life, not apologetic about his need to keep me safe while holding immense guilt about our past. They hold the club sacrosanct, and they value the brotherhood between them.
Sam’s death is a warning they aren’t willing to ignore, no matter how much time passes. I can’t say I completely understand since I didn’t know the man, but I can empathize with how important it is to them to find out what happened and seek justice.
I’m not naïve enough to think they were ever going to get the police involved. Maybe it has to do with the work they do breaking up trafficking rings, since I get the feeling that they don’t always shut them down through legal channels. Maybe there’s something else going on, but it doesn’t matter because I trust Bennett.
Which, fine, might be a little naïve. I just can’t seem to stop myself, not when he looks at me with his mossy-gray eyes filled with love and devotion. I’m a sucker for his eyes. I always have been.
As I’m finishing up with my patient, I swear I hear the ominous sound of thunder on the horizon. It snaps me out of my daydreams about Bennett and back into the here and now. I smile at the woman I’m finishing a dressing change up on as her head snaps around to look toward the front of her house.
That’s when I hear a very masculine grunt and the sound of something falling to the ground. It’s not a crash and if I wasn’t focused, I might not have heard it. I stand suddenly and rush toward the front door, unsure of what I’m going to find on the other side.
Just as I open the door, I hear a motorcycle start up and then an angry voice, which is not Chain’s voice, yell, “Count yourself lucky.”
My eyes widen as I race down the steps to where my car is parked with Chain’s bike right behind it, just as a man on a motorcycle tears off down the street. I barely glance at him because all I can see is Chains on the ground and blood seeping from the back of his head.
I pull my phone out of my scrub pocket as I rip open the back door of my car where I keep my supplies and grab some gauze. My phone is ringing when I put it on speaker and set it next to Chain’s head while I use my fingers to gently find the source of the blood, careful not to move him too much. When I find a large gash on the back of his skull, he groans in pain just as Bennett picks up his phone.
My man does not beat around the bush and roars, “What the fuck is going on?”
“I’m not sure what happened, but I was inside with a patient and heard something going on outside. I heard something fall to the ground and raced out to see what was going on,” my words are hurried and a little distracted as I try to stop the bleeding.
“What the fuck do you mean you ran out of the house, where you were safe,” Bennett is seething with barely restrained anger, “and toward danger?”
“I’m a nurse,” I snap. “If someone needs help, I’m going to help them.” I force my voice to be softer because I know where his anger is coming from, and I can’t fault him for it. “I heard a bike start up and then a man yell at Chains about being lucky before he took off down the street. Chains has a head wound. He should probably go to the hospital and get it checked out.”
