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“Dutton, right there. I’m close?—”

When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips, her pussy locks down on me so hard I feel it in my spine. I have to close my eyes for a second and fight like hell to keep from following her over.

Her body convulses, her tits bouncing, she’s soaking my cock. I fuck her through her orgasm, my own release builds, the pressure in my balls is unbearable.

“I’m right there with you baby,” I growl, my hips slamming into hers.

Her legs wrap around my waist and grip tight as I come, my cock pulses inside her. Her pussy squeezes every last drop from me.

“Fuck,” she says, her body goes limp. “I’m so done for.”

"Join the club,” I smirk, my cock still buried deep inside her.

And I’m not done.

Not even close.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

winnie

There aremoments in life when you stop and ask yourself how you got here. And this moment includes me and Danger’s… manhood making way too much eye contact. I don’t know which of us should feel more uncomfortable, but I’m confident it’s me.

“Reckless,” I say, tracing the letters of the tattoo on his dick with my finger. “Reckless? Really?”

He shrugs, laying next to me casually with his hands behind his head like it’s no big deal. “Yeah. First tattoo. Figured it was fitting back then.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You mean, like, a warning to anyone who gets close?”

He smirks, voice low and teasing. “Most women ignore the warning.”

Don’t I know it.

I continue to examine, like I’m discovering a whole new world. How did they get the letters to look so nice? Who on earth did this?

"Should I give you two a minute?"

His smirk is wicked, knowing I’m still gawking.

Intimidating doesn’t even begin to cover it—thick, veined, andinked? It has obviously survived more things than I have.

“Maybe I should just excuse myself,” I say nervously, but he’s already moving, his hand grabs my wrist, pulling me into him.

“Come here.”

He kisses the top of my head, slow and almost sweet.

I want to tell him I know this is probably a one-time thing, that come sunrise I know he’ll be back to his regular, emotionally unavailable self.

Instead, I let myself believe this is real. Just for tonight.

I fall asleep listening to the wind hit the window outside and the steady beat of his heart under my ear.

I dream he’s a storm. And I’m the only thing he doesn’t want to destroy.

Until actual thunder cracks overhead.

We both wake up.