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Her voice softens. “There isn’t one.”

She turns and reaching out, strokes my face, her gaze searching, her concern evident, and she whispers, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t talk.”

I remind her of the rules and she sighs. “Will you ever talk about it?”

“No.”

I shut the conversation down. I’m aware she is referencing my past. The one I keep bottled up where it belongs. I have no past, not one I’m happy to revisit anyway, and I say nothing but grip her chin lightly and replace words with a soft kiss, loving how it settles my mind.

She kisses me back, soft, slow and sensual, and my cock is ready, primed and desperate. She pulls away and smiles, a dreamy expression in her eyes, and as her fingers close around my shaft, I lean back and accept everything she wants to give me.

Her mouth soon replaces her fingers, and as she sucks me good and slow, I hit the back of her throat with a groan of contentment. I am never happier than when I am inside some part of Sunday’s body and as she sucks me dry, I shoot my load straight down her throat.

“Fuck, baby.”

My breathing is ragged, my skin burning from her touch, and she kisses her way up my body, reaching my mouth, her kisses laced with my cum.

She is one sexy woman and I will never stop wanting her, and as we kiss like the lovers we are, it’s good to be home.

CHAPTER 30

SUNDAY

Razor is subdued and has been since the mission. I can only imagine the horrors these guys witness every time they ride out, and I’m doing my best to keep things as normal as possible for him.

Not that normality figures much here at the moment.

When the rest of the guys came back, they brought with them three very sheepish kids. They are confined to barracks, as they say, and Jack in particular has taken it hard.

Lou is also subdued, wrapped up in her own problems, and despite me telling her I’ll fill in at the cafeteria, she won’t hear of it.

“I come here to escape, honey.”

She sighs as she cleans the trays for the tenth time already today.

“Jack is moping about the house. Brewer is pissed at him, and I’m stuck in the middle as always.”

“Has he spoken much about what went down?”

It’s unusual for me to pry, and she nods. “It’s why Brewer is so pissed. I mean, we raised Jack as a Reaper. He knows the first rule is protection. He failed; there’s no other way to sugarcoat that. In allowing Cassie to get involved with some mafia kid, heput them at risk. He could have alerted Ryder, and brought the Reapers in sooner, but out of some kind of misguided loyalty to Cassie, he tried to deal with it his way, and it nearly cost them their lives.”

“I see.”

I feel sorry for Jack, but Lou speaks the truth. The kids placed themselves in danger when they should have done the right thing and alerted Ryder.

“What about Imogen?”

“Recovering and deep in her own shit. She struck up a relationship with Drake, and Flash is pissed. Like me, Jennifer is caught in the middle and can’t see there’s anything wrong, but where it concerns their kids, the Reapers have blinkers on and still consider them babies in arms.”

“Poor Imogen.”

I sympathize, and Lou chuckles. “Flash doesn’t stand a chance with two women going at him. He is screwed big time, and he knows it. It doesn’t help with his temper, though.”

“I didn’t know Flash had a temper.”

“He didn’t until now.”