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Our moans crashed together, and I could feel him come inside me.

Spent and exhausted, he fell on top of me, his chest rapidly rising and falling as his warm breath exhaled onto my sensitive skin. I was completely possessed, and the euphoria so powerful I was certain it would linger within my bones forever.

He placed a chaste kiss on my spine, the sensation tingling across my flesh.

“All that for pancakes?”

I laughed. “Yup. All that for pancakes.”

He got up, and a crack resounded around us as he slapped my ass. “Then you better go make your man some pancakes.”

CHAPTER FORTY

GRANITE

“How did it go this morning?” Ink slipped into the seat next to me.

I tore my gaze away from Alyx moving around the kitchen making pancakes.

I shifted. “Not good.”

“Yeah, I bet. Guess it’ll be a stupid question if I asked if they were okay.”

“She kept asking questions. Questions I couldn’t answer.” I took a sip of my strong, black coffee. “She wanted to know if it was the Pythons. If it was club related.”

Ink leaned closer, glancing at Alyx. “What did you tell her?”

“That it was an attempted hijacking gone wrong.”

“Son of bitch,” Ink cursed. “Sucks that we can’t put the blame on the real fuckers. Tell his wife what really happened.”

“Yeah.”

Ink tapped his finger on the table in front of us. “They’re gonna need protection.”

“Already done. Dutch has a crew staying put in the area. Although I doubt they’ll go after Junkyard’s family. They don’t got nothing to do with this.”

“With the Pythons, you never know. God,” he sighed, “I feel so fucking torn, you know? I wanna get back out there, fuck up more of these assholes.” He shook his head. “But I can’t leave her. Not for long, anyway.”

I sat back, watching Alyx again. “You love her, don’t you?”

“I dunno, man. I just feel like I have to make this right for her.”

“Yeah.” I patted him on the shoulder. “We all feel that way.”

Dutch and Manic came strolling into the kitchen, and Manic paused when he saw Alyx at the stove. He pointed at her but looked at me. “What she doing?”

I grinned. “Pancakes.”

“Hell, yeah. About time we eat something other than fucking pizza.”

Dutch took a seat across from me, and Manic slipped in next to him.

Manic shot me a cocky smirk. “Your woman is making pancakes for us.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’d say that’s one step closer to her becoming your old lady, huh?”

“Manic,” I glared at him, “shut up.”

Dutch folded his palms together and placed his hands on the table. “Where’s Onyx?”