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Without giving me a chance to ask any further questions, his hand lands on my ass. My cheeks heat just as much as my ass does. I bat at him, but he doesn’t care.

He climbs onto the bed, grabs a condom, and rolls it down his length. “Cupcake,” his voice is like gravel, “climb on. I want you to ride me.”

My movements are tentative as I straddle his hips. I’m already drenched. I know it.

From the moment he ran his hand down my spine like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, my pussy was wet.

He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, and I start to lower down his length. My back arches and my head tips back as my ass hits his thighs. The walls of my pussy clench and he lets out a low grunt.

His hands feel like brands as his fingers wrap around the curve of my hips and squeeze. It’s not punishing, but it’s damn close.

“One day something is going to happen, and it won’t surprise you when I step in front of you or when I put my girls first,” his words are fierce.

I grip his shoulders and start to move. He helps me along, bouncing me faster and slamming me down while thrusting upward.

Every time he hits the back of my channel, the edges of my vision flash with streaks of color and light.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, purring with praise, “you have no idea how sexy you look right now, my Cupcake.”

When I lean back slightly, changing the angle of how his piercings drag along my upper wall, his hand wraps around the back of my neck to hold me steady. The movement is so seamless that I don’t even notice the way I’m supported at first. Only when I arch back, pressing against his hold and not toppling over, do I realize.

Jettson buries his face between my tits, his breath hot against my skin as I slide up and down his cock. He moves his mouth over the swell and latches onto my nipple. The suction he uses is almost too much, but I feel each pull in my clit.

He pops off my nipple, the sound wet and adding to the moans and growling pleas which fill the room. The bed squeaks, but I’m too far gone and can hardly hear it.

I’m at the edge when he sucks my other nipple into his mouth and bites down.

“Jettson,” his name is ripped out of me as my walls clamp down around him and my belly contracts with every pulse of my orgasm. It rolls through me and my eyes drift close as I let myself get lost in the feeling.

When he lets out a pained sound before burying his face in the crook of my neck and biting down, I know he’s close. After two more thrusts he grinds my hips down on him before the first jet of his cum fills the condom.

Our breathing is rough as we cling to each other, our limbs entangled in a way which feels inevitable.

“Thanks for coming tonight, Lara,” the sincerity in his voice has tears pricking at the backs of my eyes.

And I remember the way he stepped in front of me to stare down the only person who has ever been a monster in my life.

CHAPTER 22

PLAYBOY

“Why am I here?” Lara asks while looking up at the Dogwood Construction building.

“I need your help with something,” I tell her, keeping it simple on purpose.

Things have been going so well and I’m taking a big chance by asking for her help with this. I haven’t mentioned the house being built yet.

I didn’t want to make it weird, ya know? Now, admittedly, it might be weirder since I’ve been sneaking in and out of Lara’s house at night and in the early morning for a little while now.

Our routine works for us, and I don’t mind playing cat burglar when it involves sleeping next to my woman for a good chunk of my night. It’s not every night, unfortunately, but the scales have tipped toward most of them.

She’s never asked about my place. It wouldn’t surprise me if she thought my room at the clubhouse was the only option. She’d be right at the moment, but it won’t be that way for long.

Today is the day to make some final decisions.

I lead Lara inside and toward one of the conference rooms; Wrecker was going to get everything set up for us. The way her eyebrows pull together when she sees everything laid out is adorable.

“Are you redoing Ridge?”