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“I didn’t know Jim.”
“He kept to himself, in the shadows, so it’s no surprise you never came across him.”
“It’s awesome that you and your club are doing this. First, you all pay for Abe’s proper burial, and now this.” She lifted her chin and met his gaze. “Regardless of what people say, you and your friends are nice people who have a heart.”
“We give help where it’s needed. The club does charity runs, fundraisers for bikers in need, and a Christmas party for disadvantaged kids every year. We do it because we want to, not like the phony bikers who do shit for attention or to maintain an image.”
“Giving without wanting credit is the true example of charity.”
He lowered his head, his mouth close to hers. “That’s right, darlin’.” Then kissed her slowly, tasting her lips as if for the first time.
Angie’s finger ran down the length of his scar. “I’m sorry you had to go through what you did,” she whispered.
Early in their relationship, she had asked Crow how he got the scar. He’d told her about the run-in he’d had in the Arizona desert with Satan’s Pistons MC a couple of years before he joined the Night Rebels. When he came to Alina to prospect for the MC, he’d found out that the club and Satan’s Pistons were bitter enemies. Crow was more than happy to engage in attacks against the Pistons, making sure he made them pay for what they’d done to him years before.
“I survived, and in life, that’s everything.”
“I’m glad you survived; otherwise, I never would’ve met you. And I can’t picture my life without you in it.” She looked up at him. “Is that too corny?”
Rolling her over, Crow pinned her wrists to the mattress and hovered over her as they locked eyes.
“No, darlin’, it’s not corny, and I feel the same way.” He let go of his hold. “I love you, woman. I’ll never fuckin’ hurt you. You’re everything to me.”
A tear trickled down from the corner of her eye. “I love you so much,” she said, brushing aside the strands of hair on his forehead.
Fuck, I love her so damn much.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Angie whispered, spreading her legs.
“Damn, woman,” he said huskily as he slowly drew a single finger down the curve of her tits, over her ribs, her hips, and finally at the juncture of her thighs. He dropped his finger lower and softly flicked her wet, sweet spot, and she moaned low and slow.
“I want to ride you,” she rasped, a wicked sparkle in her eyes.
He lay on his back and watched Angie climb over him, her tits swaying in front of his face. Then she took all of him as her hot walls molded around his throbbing cock.It feels so fuckin’ good. Wanting to be closer to her, to feel her tits against him, he sat up and buried his face in them.
“Ride me good, baby,” he growled against her soft skin before he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. He sucked hard, loving how she moaned and threw her head back while she kept riding him. Lowering his hands down her body, they settled on her ass. He squeezed her bottom firmly and rocked his hips so she could take him in deeper. They moved together in perfect sync, losing themselves in passion.
Crow felt her getting ready to come—so tight and swollen. She cried out, and as her walls clamped around him, squeezing his cock, his balls tightened, and he exploded. A rumbling groan burst from deep in his chest.
Angie collapsed on him, breathing heavily. After a few moments, she rose, kissed him deeply, then slowly dismounted and snuggled by his side. Crow wrapped an arm around her and pulled the covers over them.
“That was intense,” she said, lightly pulling the hair on his chest.
“You said that two hours ago.” He teased.
“You’re consistent.” She laughed. “I’d love to spend all day and night just making love with you.
“I can arrange that.” He kissed the side of her head. “We’re good together, darlin’.”
“We are. I love you.”
Crow cupped her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her. “I love you, baby. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I never will,” she said sleepily.
Soon he heard her snoring lightly and smiled. Holding her tight, he drifted off to sleep.
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