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I run my hand down her spine, before dragging my dick back out and plunging it back in.

A woman lays on the bed, her legs spread as the other woman lays beside her, the two of them kissing deeply. The dark-haired man gets on all fours and brings his mouth to her eager pussy. The other man positions himself behind the first man, and then he plunges his cock inside him. I’m not overly fond of watching two men fuck, but the way Ciara clenches around me is enough for me to enjoy every second of this.

“Oh,” She cries out. “Oh.”

“You dirty girl,” I growl, my fingers biting into her ass as I fuck her.

Her eyes don’t move off the two men fucking, and I know she’s fascinated. The woman who has his mouth on her pussy is writhing beneath him, clearly close to orgasm. Ciara moans loudly and her body begins to tremble as she keeps her eyes on them, loving every fucking second of it.

My balls tighten, and I fight the urge to cum.

I won’t until she has shuddered around me.

Her moans become more frantic as she watches the man driving into the other, and when he pulls out and cums all over his back, that’s the end of her. She screams her release, her cunt tightening around my dick as she milks it. I can’t hold on; I don’t even want to try. I find my release with a bark, shooting deep inside her, my body jerking at the intense pleasure ripping through me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Yes.

“YOU SURE YOU WANT TO do this?” I say, standing in front of Jackson, arms crossed over my chest.

“I’m fuckin’ sure. I won’t be leavin’ her in there a single second longer than she needs to be. I want my woman out. I don’t care what it takes.”

“We break her out, we’ll have a fuckin’ man hunt,” Muff points out.

“We’ll find a way to turn the focus on that sketchy fuckin’ cop and they’ll forget about Serenity,” Jackson growls, his fists clenched.

He looks like he hasn’t slept in a week.

The poor man is fucking tripping.

I don’t blame him.

If Ciara was in there, I’d be burning the place down to get her out.

No fucking doubt about it.

“She’s in a minimum-security prison right now,” Cade points out. “We just need to be careful on how we do it. Know you’re desperate to do it now, but if we fuck up, she’ll go away for longer.”

“Once she’s in my presence, nobody will fuckin’ touch her again,” Jackson barks.

“Brother,” I say, walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Know you’re fuckin’ tripping right now, but we gotta be smart.”

“I fuckin’ know that.”

“We need a solid plan, and then we need somewhere to keep her once she’s out, because you know that cop will hunt her down like a dog.”

Jackson nods. “Not my first fuckin’ rodeo, Spike.”

Nodding, I step away.

“Got Fynn onto findin’ anything he can about this cop. He’s callin’ the shots, along with that other fucker, Greg. We find out who they’re workin’ for, and we bring them down,” I tell Jackson.

“They might not be workin’ for anyone,” Muff mutters. “It could be simply that they’re crooked and hate clubs.”

He’s right.

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