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The creek babbles nearby, a serene contrast to the wild passion between us.

Her hair falls around her face, a curtain of dark silk framing her flushed cheeks.

She looks like a goddess, and right now, she’s mine.

“Look at me,” I command, and her eyes snap to mine.

There’s something primal in her gaze, something that matches the hunger in my own.

“Right there,” I groan, guiding her movements. “Just like that.”

We move together, finding a rhythm that’s all our own.

Each thrust, each grind brings us closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into my chest, leaving marks, but I couldn’t care less. It only adds to the intensity.

“I want you to come for me,” I urge, my voice rough with need.

“Say it again.” She moans.

I grab her by her throat and keep my hand there, but not too tight. “Come for me, Jordyn.”

Before I know it, she tightens up around me and we’re both tumbling over the edge, spiraling into oblivion.

Her body clenches around mine, and I lose myself in the feeling, the connection.

For a few precious moments, everything is perfect.

But reality hits hard and fast.

“Fuck,” I curse, searching for my phone. “What time is it?”

“What does it matter?” she asks, still catching her breath.

“I gotta pick up some Zorro, Ruby, Axel and Rosa from the airport.” I gently shift her off me, regret washing over me at the loss of contact. “I’m sorry babe, but we have to go.”

“If I bitch and moan it won’t make a difference, will it?” she playfully jokes.

I shake my head, “I’m afraid not, baby.”

We scramble to pack up the picnic and get everything back to where it needs to be.

We toss everything onto the four-wheeler, securing it with the ratchet strap.

I help her climb on, then swing my leg over, revving the engine.

“Hold on tight,” I tell her, feeling the adrenaline kick in again, but this time for a different reason.

“Twist my arm why don’t you?” she playfully replies, wrapping her arms around my waist.

And as we tear through the property, racing against the clock, I can’t help but think how lucky I am.

Not just to have Jordyn, but to have this life, this family.

I barely make it back to the garage in time to hop in one of the trucks the club owns and race toward the airport.

I pull up to the airport in record time, the old truck rumbling beneath me like a restless beast.

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