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“I’ve got Church in ten minutes.”
She lifted her head. “Ten minutes? Don’t you need to get going then?”
“Nah. I was enjoying watching you drool on my chest.”
She instantly wiped the little bit of saliva from the corner of her mouth.
“You’re an ass.”
He chuckled. “At least I don’t drool in my sleep.”
“No, you drool all day long here at the club, seeing all these—”
He pushed her on her back, loving how she instantly wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing her nakedness against him.
“I’m going to murder your green-eyed-monster with my dick.”
He tore the foil from yet another condom he’d planned on using with Amara. At this rate, they would need a family pack a day.
“You’ve got a magic wonder schlong?” Her puffy lips from all their kissing last night and early morning pulled up into a smirk.
“You’re questioning my super power?” he said as he pushed inside of her, knowing by now that his girl was always ready for him.
He loved that about her.
She made him feel like nothing in the world mattered but him. He’d never had someone like Amara care for him.
Sure, there were sweetbutts in the past that he’d enjoyed fucking. Sexy girls. Girls who were horny. Girls who wanted a little piece of the bad boy biker.
Not one of them got to his core like Amara.
She knew about his parents. About his mom calling him up crying about his father not coming home. Painful memories of a certain night that Annas ordered him to watch the house and keep an eye on Amara, popped up.
Just when he’d slid his arm around seventeen-year-old Amara as she rested her head upon his chest since she got scared of the zombies finally attacking the main characters, his mother called him on his cell.
Amara overheard his mother crying and frantically shouting into the receiver about ending her life. Amara insisted on checking on his mom, even though Wolf had heard it all before dozens of times.
He’d much rather sit on the couch with the Club Princess resting her head on his chest than having to deal with his loony mother. She’d never actually harmed herself before, so he’d figured he could wait till morning to check up on her.
Amara had thrown a fit and even grabbed his keys from his cut he’d neatly hung over the back of the couch. Since their evening was fucked as it was, he’d taken Amara with him to his mother’s place.
“Where did you go?” Amara asked him.
He blinked and remembered he was in the middle of fucking his girl.
Amara pushed his shoulder, and he let himself fall to his side. She stared up at him with her emerald eyes filled with worry.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why, but I was thinking about that night.”
She wriggled her leg in between his legs, needing to feel close just like he did.
His hands pulled her ass closer before he swept a few strands of hair from her face.
“When we found your mother?”
It shouldn’t surprise him that she instantly knew which night he’d meant.
“You saved her life.”
