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“Fuck, Catalina,” my muscles strained as I tried to clear the fog of sex from my head. But it was of no use. The woman knew exactly what she was doing and as she looked up at me, I knew I had to claim her.
My cum released in streams inside of her, and she whimpered and kissed me as I orgasmed. My cock jerked harder, spilling so much fucking semen while her pussy just milked it. Pulsing on it even as it died down. I leaned into her, and cradled her as she held me, my body still buried in hers.
Everything I had avoided had gone to hell in that one instant, and there was no turning back now. If I got her pregnant, I’d be there to take care of her. I didn’t even have to think about it, it was a vow I silently made. And as she stroked my cheek, and our heartbeats continued their beat, I knew she was mine.
18
SNARE
As we were finishing breakfast,a man slid into the booth beside Catalina. The patch on the front of his vest identified him as a member, and the one below it as a tracker. Instantly, I knew who he was, and the scowl on his face confirmed that this encounter was not going to be pleasant.
Catalina glanced at him, shrinking against the wall, while he ignored her and fixed his eyes on me. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched, and the look in his eyes suggested that he was considering the possibilities of this encounter. Although he didn't resemble a Macabre, he looked like a handsome boy straight out of the Outsiders. However, the glint in his eyes indicated that he had seen some pretty bad shit in his life.
The waitress arrived, placing the bill on the table. "Whenever you're ready. Oh! I didn't notice you had a =nother member to your party. Can I get you anything?"
The man flashed her a charming smile, as if nothing was amiss. "I'd appreciate a coffee, please."
The woman blushed and hurried off to get what she wanted. When she left, he turned back to me and said, "I've been trying to figure out what you're doing, but I can't seem to put my finger on it." I shifted in my seat, ready to react if necessary.
"You must be Catalina Solano," he said, turning to her. She didn't answer, but I nodded at her silently, assuring her that everything was alright.
"And you're Macabre," she countered.
He smiled at her. "Good observation."
"You don't look like your name," she whispered.
"Oh? And what do I look like?" he asked, curious.
She looked at him for a moment before surprising us both by saying, "You look like one of the good guys."
He smirked and turned to me. "And why is that?"
"Because you're a Royal Bastard," she replied.
He raised an eyebrow and stared at me intently. "Well, if you haven't learned anything yet, little girl, it's that once in a while, there's a bad guy among us."
"Snare is good," she insisted.
He nodded. "I'm sure you think so."
"He is! He's protecting me," she stated that last phrase in a low whisper.
He tilted his head, listening to her, but his eyes never left mine. Despite the clear hostility between us, I wasn't sure what he wanted yet. As the waitress brought over his coffee, he winked at her and took a drawn-out sip of the dark liquid before carefully setting the mug down.
"You realize Jameson has put your name out to every member out there?" he asked.
I nodded in acknowledgement.
"And you realize they're not going to stop until they catch you?"
Again, I nodded.
"So, what's the plan here, biker? Are you going to keep running, or are you going to surrender peacefully?"
I let out a sarcastic chuckle. "There's nothing peaceful about this whole ordeal. It's a shitshow, and you know it."
"At least you recognize that. Look, man, I don't want to be here any more than you do. There are more important things going on than this True Romance joyride you're on. But there are consequences to what you did back there. You must know that," he said.
