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I reluctantly step back, pointing Gemma in the direction of the other girls. I know Sonya already loves my Gemma, and Tessa and Sutton are also sweet and friendly. I’m thankful she’ll have friends built into her support system, along with me and the Savage Saints family.
Thirty excruciating minutes later, the guys are updated on the latest between the police and the drug operation. Officer Jake, our man on the inside, informed us that the cops are taking credit for busting the meth lab and arresting all five of Gemma’s family members. Of course they are. No one would believe it was us anyway. That’s fine; we don’t do it for recognition. Giving the real monsters credit for doing good, however, is straight fucking bullshit.
We each get our missions. Mine is to use tracking software, recording devices, and my less-than-legitimate connections to underground resources to gather as much information as possible. Officer Jake is going to find out what their next plan is if they have one. The rest of the men will search for other drug dens and report what they find.
Usually, I stick around after church to shoot the shit with my brothers, but I have other things on my mind today. As soon as I step into the bar area of the clubhouse, my eyes land on Gemma. She’s leaning against the bar top, laughing at something Tessa said.
God, she’s gorgeous. Even after her horrible family tried to break her mentally and physically, Gemma still has warmth and light inside. She’s too bright to be snuffed out, too strong to give up and follow in their footsteps.
I walk toward her in long strides, my eyes locked on her. As if sensing me, my woman turns and smiles when she sees me coming. Goddamn, I don’t think anyone has ever been this happy to see me. It’s addicting like the rest of her.
When I reach Gemma, the overwhelming urge to kiss her, claim her right here and now takes over. I weave my fingers into her hair, tilt her head up gently, and lean down to press my lips to hers.
My girl gasps, not expecting the public display. Her shock wears off, giving way to need. Gemma moans softly, spurring me on. I pry her lips open, tangling my tongue with hers. Her hands slide up my chest, fisting my shirt and pulling me closer.
Fuck, I can’t hold back, even though I know everyone is watching. Screw it. I want them to see. I want them to know this woman is mine and mine alone.
I slide my hands down her body, careful to avoid her sore hip. Gripping her juicy ass, I lift her and set her on the nearest barstool, stepping between her legs and continuing to swallow her desperate whimpers. Gemma grinds her hot little core against me, and I grunt, ready to rip her shirt off and suck on her nipples to see if I can get her to come from that alone.
We’re rudely interrupted by whistles and cat-calls, and Gemma buries her face into the side of my neck.
I chuckle and comb my fingers through her hair. “I’m glad they saw,” I whisper. “Everyone needs to know you’re mine.”
She peels herself off my chest, hitting me with those sparkling green eyes. “Yours?”
“Yes, princess,” I say with a nod. “Need me to show you what that means?”
“Yes, please,” she murmurs, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Fuck me,” I groan, barely resisting the urge to kiss her breathless again.
Instead, I help Gemma off the stool and scoop her up in my arms. She giggles while Tessa and Sutton laugh good-naturedly.
“You’re kind of ridiculous,” she says as I burst through the back door and stride across the parking lot toward my apartment.
“You love it,” I respond, grinning down at her.
She nods as I reach the front door. Reluctantly setting her down, I fumble for my keys, nearly ripping the door off its hinges to get inside. I turn as soon as I shut the door, setting my sights on Gemma.
I close the distance between us and cup the back of her neck, drawing her in for a kiss. How is it possible to already be addicted to everything about her?
She moans into my mouth as my hands trace the curve of her hips and grip her thighs. I easily lift her onto the nearest flat surface, my kitchen table, and step between her legs. Gemma wraps her thighs around me and rocks her hips against my aching cock. Fuck, I can feel her heat, her need. I need it too. Need to taste her.
I break the kiss to nip and kiss her jaw, neck, and down her shoulder. I can't explain the need to sink my teeth into her soft flesh, to suck and mark her as mine. My dick grows impossibly harder when I picture her creamy skin red from how I've loved her.
“Axel… Axel…” She moans my name as I growl into her skin. My hands slip under the hem of her shirt and grip her soft curves before dipping below the waistband of her pants. “I need you.”
“I’ve got you, beautiful. I’ll always give you what you need.”
I take her mouth again in a searing kiss as I tug down the sweatpants I gave her to wear. I pat her ass a few times and tell her to lift up for me.
“Good girl,” I growl, the beast inside me clawing to get out and devour every inch of her. In one swift move, I have her pants pulled off her legs and thrown somewhere behind me. Her shoes must have come off at some point, which only makes it easier for me.
“Lie back, princess. Let me see what’s mine.”
She nods and leans back on the table, her trust in me as much of a turn-on as her curvy little body and sweet kisses. I gently pry her legs apart, placing her feet on the table. Gemma is spread out before me like a delicious meal. She’s soft and pink and dripping for me. My thumbs part her folds, and I see her little clit, fucking throbbing for me, begging for my attention.
Before she has a chance to say anything, I dive into her sweet perfection.
