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The moment his cock was nearly halfway inside her, or at least she assumed it was halfway, his hands returned to her hips, and he held her tightly, then started to press forward, fucking her in long, hard strokes.

She cried out his name and the sound echoed off the walls. He pulled out of her, and then slid right back inside. Grim did this slowly, taking his sweet time, making her ache for more, and then he started to speed up, thrusting harder and faster within her. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of the house. It felt so good.

Grim held her tightly, and she knew there were going to be bruises tomorrow, but she felt his cock tense, and then the pulse as he spilled his release into her body. Time seemed to stand still, and she listened to his deep breathing, before he finally collapsed against her.

“You’re incredible,” he said.

She figured he was the one who did all the work. Betty closed her eyes, enjoying his closeness, and then she heard it—the unmistakable sound of his stomach grumbling—and she knew she needed to feed him.

“You’re hungry,” she said, and with that, she got to her feet, pulling him out of her body, as she got dressed.

She didn’t put on her own clothes, but instead found a pair of his sweatpants, as well as an oversized shirt. She quickly pulled on a bra and a pair of panties.

“What are you doing? Come back to bed.” He patted the bed beside him.

“I somehow have to cook Thanksgiving for your whole club. Between you and my aunt, that is a lot of work. Your stomach is growling, and now I’m going to head down to the kitchen and cook you something.”

“Betty, you go downstairs to that kitchen, and trust me, it is not going to end well.”

She got to the door and turned toward him. “Why not?”

“Everyone is going to want you to freaking cook for them. Trust me, they’re selfish bastards, and I should know, I live with them.”

Betty laughed. “And I don’t mind cooking for people. You knew this about me.” She rushed toward the bed and kissed him. “However, that does mean you need to get your ass into gear, otherwise, you might not get fed.”

She didn’t know where this confidence had come from, but she felt so happy when she was with Grim. He made her feel safe. There was nowhere else she wanted to be.

Stepping away from the bed after giving him another quick kiss, she gave him a wink, quickly rushed out of the room, and made her way downstairs. She didn’t bump into anyone, and after mistaking the bathroom for the kitchen, she was able to find it.

The kitchen had a mountain of empty pizza boxes and some leftover takeout containers. She had no choice but to clean up the mess before she could get to work. Once the boxes were out, and she got a clean working space, she started. The kitchen was not as well-stocked as she would have liked, but she found the makings for waffles and bacon, and she noticed they had a lot of brisket in the fridge as well. There was no way she’d be able to work magic on a brisket for breakfast. The eggs, bacon, and waffles would have to do.

She got to cooking, and Grim was not the first person in the kitchen. It was actually Maeve, who looked surprised to see her. Maeve grabbed her coffee, and then stood beside her as she worked. They talked about everything and nothing. It was so easy and natural with Maeve, and Betty adored her.

Several other people arrived. Maeve introduced her to some of the women and the men. There were a couple of women she didn’t meet. The waffles and bacon were depleting as were the eggs.

“Fuck me, this is heaven,” one of the men said. Maeve whispered in her ear that it was Nitro.

She noticed Savage and Charlotte were not there. However, Eden and Razor, as well as Doc, were there. Finally, Grim made an appearance.

“You hungry fucks,” Grim said.

She had no choice but to sneak away some bacon and waffles.

Grim came toward her, pulling her against him and kissing her lips. “You saved this for me?”

She nodded.

He then frowned. “What have you eaten?”

Her treacherous stomach chose that moment to give away the fact she hadn’t eaten, and it wasn’t quiet either. It was loud and even with everyone eating, they could hear it. She was mortified. However, the whole club heard her, and she was shocked to see the food suddenly added to a plate and within minutes, it was in front of her.

“Eat up,” he said.

She was so moved and touched. They were willing to give up the food she had cooked for them, just to see that she would eat.

“Thank you.” She felt close to tears. They were all strangers, and yet they had treated her so kindly.

She was moved.