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I lift my ass a little higher, my thighs already trembling, but I guess that’s not what he wants. He pulls me back down, his tongue swirling my clit before he moans. His scruffy beard is rough against my thighs, but I can’t deny that it also feels amazing.

A few seconds go by, and I forget that I’m actually sitting on his face. I feel his hands move from my hips to my ass. He grips the cheeks, his fingers holding on to me tightly as I begin to move.

Whatever hesitation I had, it’s over now. I just feel. And feel and feel. Climbing higher with each roll of my hips against his mouth. The sensation of his scruff, the way his tongue moves against my clit, every second I inch closer and closer to the edge until I fall over, tumbling headfirst with a cry that bounces off the walls around us.

My thighs shake, and every single cell in my entire body trembles as I come. It’s hard and fast, and before I can gather my thoughts or my breath, I’m flipped over onto my back. I let out a whoosh of air.

He climbs over me, gripping the backs of my thighs, pushing them back so that my knees are pressed against the mattress next to my shoulders. I didn’t know I could bend like this. He buries himself deep inside me, his gaze focused on mine. He doesn’t look anywhere but at me. His light-brown eyes focus solely on mine.

I’m not just the only person in the room. I’m the only person in the world, at least that’s how he makes me feel, not just when he’s inside me, but when he’s anywhere near me. Lifting my hands between us, I cup his cheeks, feeling the coarse hair there.

As I glide my thumb across his bottom lip, I don’t look anywhere but into his eyes. I focus on him. There is nobody else in the whole world but him to me. He doesn’t fuck me hard and fast. He takes me slow, his hips rolling.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, baby.”

Fuck is right—absolutely right.

And fuck is what he does… expertly.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-THREE

WRATH

“Vegas?” Elodie asks.

“Vegas,” I confirm.

She slips her tongue out of her mouth, just the tip of it, before sliding it along her bottom lip, and then rolls her lips together a few times. She nods a couple of times, as if she’s working through something inside her own head.

I watch her, standing at her kitchen counter, my hip against it, my coffee in hand from her little press contraption. I’m physically sated, my balls completely fucking dry from fucking her again this morning.

“When will you be back?”

My lips curve up into a smile. She’s taken me out of my thoughts for now, but I find the interruption welcome. She wants me to come home, whether it’s because she thinks I’ll do something with someone else in Vegas or she really just wants me around, though if I’m being honest, it’s probably a bit of both.

I can’t take my eyes off her, my gaze focused on hers and nowhere else. “I’ll be back as soon as I fucking can.”

It’s a promise that I can keep, which is the only reason I’m giving it to her. I know without a doubt that I won’t be there long. I don’t want to go to this meeting with the Perovs, and it’s exactly where I imagined it would be, at their strip club.

Something I don’t tell her, not because I’ll be doing anything wrong, but after Velvet came at her with the detailed explanation of how shit works at the clubhouse, I’m pretty sure this might send her somewhat over the edge.

The sound of the front door opening still unnerves me slightly, even though I know it’s Alex on the other side. He walks into the apartment sleepy-eyed, coffee mug in hand, and I can’t help but smile.

Seriously, I can’t wipe my goddamn smile off my face when I’m around Elodie. I’ve never been an overly happy person, but just being around her, in the same room as her, and taking her in, makes me happy. It’s a brand-new sensation, and I’m allowing myself to soak it up and in, even if I won’t ever fucking say that shit out loud.

This is their routine, their world, and they’ve allowed me to be part of it. I’m still not sure what I did to deserve any of this, but I’m not going to ask, either. I’m going to just accept it as my new life, something that just fucking fell into my lap without warning, and love every goddamn second of it.

Stepping out of Alex’s way, I watch as he shoves his mug toward Elodie and she makes him a cup of coffee before gently gliding it back to him. Neither of them says a single word. He lifts the cup to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes slide close, and lets out a moan.

When that first sip hits his soul, Alex turns to me, his eyes widening as he realizes I’m standing here watching the interaction. Then I see an expression of guilt slide over his face.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just walked in,” he murmurs.

I wave my hand around because I don’t give a shit. We could have been in the middle of fucking, my dick balls deep inside Elodie, and I still wouldn’t care. She might, but I wouldn’t give a fuck.

Alex is family, and it is what it is. But this seems to be the perfect moment to announce my plans for the future. For their future, well, really our future.