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“Please,” I gasp, “I need you Kade.”

“Gonna worship you, Emery,” he murmurs against my skin while gripping my knees, unwrapping my legs from his body, and pressing them down into the bed.

Fuck and he does worship me. My man kisses every inch of me, his grip on my body possessive as he holds me in place. He doesn’t let up and forces me to take every single bit of pleasure as he gifts it to me.

The way he pulls two orgasms from me with his head between my legs has me floating in boneless bliss. Even when I’m too sensitive and practically sobbing for him to stop, he laps at me with a feral intensity like he can’t get enough of me.

I can see my arousal glistening on his mouth as he prowls back up my body. When he kisses me this time, I can taste myself on his tongue. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, he’s filling me with one hard thrust.

“Kade, fuck,” I shout the words and he swallows them down.

“That’s right, Ink,” he grits out. When he pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, I can see the love there, right along with the need he has for me and the dreams for our future—not just his future, but the one we’ll share together. The only warning I get before he starts to move is a growled, “Brace.”

He starts to fuck me, his hips moving hard and fast. As I give myself over to him, I realize there was no way for me to prepare, to brace, for the way he makes me feel whole, for the way he makes pleasure wash over me, for the way the future feels like infinity.

“Love you,” he growls from where he’s tucked his face into the crook of my neck.

As I tip over the edge, barely holding onto my sanity, his teeth sink into the tender flesh there. “I love you,” becomes a chant on my lips in time with the pulsing of my pussy walls as I milk every drop of his cum from him.

Panting breaths, whispered promises, and love being tattooed on our souls are the only sounds in the room right before I slip off into sleep. My dreams are richer now, bigger, and it’s all because of the man who holds me like I’m precious and cherishes me like I’m treasure.

CHAPTER 13

KADE

I’ve known Lucifer my entire life and the way he’s able to go from the man who is like a father to Prez has always blown my mind. I’m not entirely sure who I’m sitting in front of right now. His eyes are soft as he looks at me, but his jaw is clenched.

After spending all night wrapped up in my woman, reveling in how she stood up for me, I didn’t want to let her leave today. If she didn’t have appointments booked I’m sure I could have convinced her to stick around and stay in bed with me.

The feeling of finally having her right where she belongs—in my arms and trusting me—is indescribable.

“You look happy, Driller,” Lucifer’s words pull me away from thoughts of my woman.

“I am,” I admit with a smile. “I have my woman back in my life, right where she belongs. I just need her cut to come in and then I’m going to claim her officially and slide my ring on her finger.”

He chuckles and nods, his eyes sparkling with warmth. Just because he’s looking at me with affection and understanding doesn’t mean he’s not a man to be intimidated by. He is and I respect the hell out of him for being able to straddle the line and be whoever he needs to be for the club, his brothers, and his family.

When we met for Church the last time, one of the things I wasn’t going to wait on was claiming my woman at the table. There isn’t usually a reason for anyone to push back against the claim, and I didn’t think there would be any in my case but bringing it to the table is about respect.

I was nervous, honestly. Not because anyone would object, but because of the gravity of what I was about to do. It might sound wild, but I swear I felt my father’s hand come to rest on my shoulder with pride and a squeeze of support.

In that moment, with him not there to meet my woman or see the beautiful young women my sisters grew into, I missed him with an intensity that made me breathless. He should have been there to experience everything with me. He should have been there to ride out surrounded by his brothers, laughing and watching as the club expanded and strengthened the bonds of our family.

When Lucifer gave me a nod once we were all assembled and had already gone over the normal updates about the state of the businesses, I cleared my throat and found everyone’s attention swinging toward me. “I’m claiming Emery as my old lady,” my tone was firm letting everyone know that even if there was an objection, I wasn’t going to hear it.

“Fucking finally,” Feral growled, one of the old timers and Tack’s father.

“Here fucking here,” Loot added on with a tease in his voice.

I glared at Loot, remembering how close he is to my woman and the fact that he has her art inked on her skin. Hell, I hadn’t gotten around to getting her to put something on me. Yet.

I won’t be able to wait much longer. I want her art on my skin. I need it, crave it, almost as much as I do her.

Everyone banged on the table, the movement starting out quiet before growing in intensity and fervor. There wasn’t a single objection, only smiling faces and excitement that we were going to be welcoming one more kickass woman into the fold who could handle the intensity of our lifestyle and the big ass bikers that go along with it.

Church was before Emma’s graduation and considering how many people came out to support my sister and watch her achieve such a big accomplishment along with Emery standing up for me, I have no doubt that their respect for my woman has only grown. I know mine has.

I never expected her to stand up to Mom and put her in her place, but I can’t say it wasn’t a welcome surprise. Having her in my corner makes me a stronger man.

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