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That should freak me the fuck out, but the thought of my Temptress being round with my child has me fucking her faster and harder. Our mouths meet and her body molds to mine. She’s soft where I’m hard, but we fit together perfectly.
“So fucking wet for me,” I growl.
“More, Tucker,” she begs, and I give her exactly what she wants and needs.
She’s not the first woman I’ve known a short time and taken to bed, but she’s going to be the last. I’ll be the last man she’s with as well. Because we belong to each other and that’s just how it is. Now I know why I haven’t been interested in what the angels have been offering—I was waiting for her.
“You’re mine,” I grunt as the walls of my woman’s pussy start to ripple around my shaft. “Give it to me,” I command.
Robyn lets out a scream of pleasure as she comes. So fucking beautiful.
“Fuck, yes, Temptress,” I breathe out, “milk me.”
There’s no way I can hold off from coming. I’ve wanted her from the moment I saw her and being inside of her feels too damn good. I push myself as deep inside of her as I can, reveling in every jet of my cum that paints her walls.
We’re panting as I roll us, loving the way her body drapes over mine. When she kisses my chest, my heart flutters and a sense of rightness settles around me.
Her voice is small, “You’re not mad?”
“Mad about what, Temptress?” I kiss the top of her head as I start to run my fingers through her hair. “Damn, you feel perfect against me.”
I can feel her lips curve into a smile against my chest. “About the money I took,” she whispers.
“One thing you’ll learn quickly about the Devil’s Saints is that loyalty is something we cherish. You found a way to be loyal to your friend, even though you carry around so much guilt about what happened to her that I can see the weight of it on your shoulders.” Slowly, Robyn’s head comes up, her brown eyes glassy with tears as she looks at me. “I admire the fuck out of you for being loyal to your friend. You’ll make the perfect old lady.” I kiss her forehead. “My perfect old lady.”
“We’ll see,” she murmurs while yawning before burrowing into my chest.
Once she’s asleep I slip out from underneath her and get her cleaned up. After I shoot my brothers a text to let them know where I am and check Robyn’s place to make sure it’s all locked up, I slip back in bed with her. The way she seeks me out, even when she’s asleep, has me grinning as I fall asleep with her pressed against me.
CHAPTER 7
ROBYN
After pulling my sleep shirt back on, since I woke up very naked and very alone in bed, I stumble out of my bedroom. I figure Tucker slipped out of my bed at some point and I’m alone in my apartment. It’s one way to avoid the awkward morning after problem, even if it makes my heart ache.
My eyes are mostly closed as I make my way into the bathroom. I am not a morning person and whenever the morning is involved there should be coffee very close by. I mean, really, coffee is life.
So much happened last night and I’m not sure any of it was real. Did Tucker really show up at my door? Did he figure out who I was and what I did?
Did he really fucking tell me I’m his and will be going to Seattle with him? Not just with him, but to be with him? Was there really talk about me being his old lady?
The lingering scent of him in my space and the slight soreness of my pussy are the only things I can point to which tell me it really did happen. It wasn’t all some sleep deprivation induced delusion. Wouldn’t that just be the kicker here if my fantasies, and there is a lot to fantasize about when it comes to Tucker, became so real I couldn’t tell if they were simply fantasies?
That’s definitely not what I need in my life right now.
I’m only a teeny tiny bit more awake when I make my way out of the bathroom and freeze. Why do I freeze? Because there are four large men in my living room which is hardly size appropriate for the men taking up the space. How is there even any air left in the room with how much they must be sucking down?
“Wh-what is going on?” My eyes travel over the men in my home, but my brain is not processing them very well. It’s not until my eyes lock with Tucker’s that it feels like I can breathe. I hold his gaze as I ask him, “Who are these people and why are they in my living room?”
Tucker closes the distance between us which, considering how small my place is, only takes a few steps. “Temptress,” he growls, “you’re not wearing nearly enough clothes in front of my brothers.”
I grip the hem of my sleep shirt, which does fall past my ass and covers all the important things, and try to tug it down a little farther as I squeak, “Your brothers?”
He kisses my forehead before turning me back toward my bedroom. “Go put some clothes on,” he orders while slapping my ass.
I look over my shoulder at him and glare because the man who is telling me to put clothes on is only wearing his jeans. He looks hot as hell, but it’s kind of rich that he’s telling me to get dressed.
Just as I close the door to my room, I hear one of the other men tease Tucker, “I can see why you’re all twisted up now, Friar.”
