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“I didn’t know any of that, so when I was fifteen, I blackmailed the man I knew to be my father. The man that would go on to become a Senator in this country. I got money and protection for my mom. Changed my name and hauled ass out here to get lost in the woods away from the chaos that was my life.”

I don’t know if my woman could hear past the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, but the mutterings from my men were purely of respect.

“I didn’t realize there was a connection between my father and the family causing so much trouble in Tallahassee, not until recently. I’m working on hunting down every single one of those fuckers who were able to slip through the cracks though. They’re all going to pay. Every. Single. Last. One.” The conviction in her voice couldn’t be missed. My girl was not done though. She turned to Block, proving just how long she had been listening in on what was happening out here.

“Sorry about your uncle. He isn’t going to make it.” Then she turned and walked back down the hall to my room. I left the drinks and snacks sitting there that I had come out to get and followed right behind her because I was hard as fuck now. This woman. She just told my whole club that she was having a pedophile offed, promised to take her own rotten family out, and no one batted an eye.

She was meant to sit on a throne, and damn if I wouldn’t put her on one if I could. It was the least she deserved after all the shit she had been through, but especially since she came out of it all so spectacularly.

“Get naked!” I demanded the minute I walked into my room and found her standing there worrying the hem of her t-shirt to the point of stretching the damn thing out.

“Was that okay?” She asked nervously while turning to face me.

“Perfect. Now, get naked.”

Her slow grin grew as whatever anxiety she had been feeling melted away before my eyes. Her shirt was pulled free of her body just as quickly as my own was. Then we were in a crazed race to see who could actually get naked first.

She won. I was perfectly fine with that. It took three steps for me to cross the room to where she’d been standing. Three steps to have her voluptuous curves filling my hands. Three steps to lean in and whisper my truth in her ear.

“I’m so fucking in love with you.” I swallowed her gasp as I fused our mouths together. I also didn’t need her to return the sentiment. Her answer was in the way she possessed me with her hands, the way she lifted her thigh, just so, in order to get closer to me. She felt the same, like she could never get enough of me. I was going to make damn sure that never changed.

No more being stupid. No more pretending. Just me, Keys, honesty, and forever.

“I need you,” she whimpered against my neck as I turned us so that my ass could land on the chair in the corner since it was the closest piece of furniture to where we stood. The minute my ass touched down, Keys legs straddled mine and she was sinking her hot, wet heat down on my cock.

“FUCK!” It wasn’t a word so much as a groan of appreciation. I’d missed her body sure, but I missed the way we connected when we were together more. Nothing ever felt so right as when Keys and I came together like this.

She ground her body in a circular motion as she slid down my dick, only adding to the out-of-this-world sensation. “You fit so perfectly in me,” she managed to get out before nipping along my neck and shoulder. My hands splayed out across her ass, helping to lift her, and just as quickly slam her body back down into mine. I couldn’t do easy. There was no way I could manage slow either. I needed more.

I picked my woman up by her ass and stood with her still perched on my cock as I moved us over to the bed. I had promised before that I would take her in every position known to man, but the one I really needed her in now, was spread out beneath me while I worshipped her fucking perfect body.

I ran my lips up her neck as I settled into the cradle of her spread legs. “You are so damn beautiful, it hurts.”

Her faced dipped into my chest, where she tried to hide herself from me. Like hell I was going to let that go though. “No! Look at me!” It was a demand, and one she acquiesced to immediately. “You.” I slid all the way back into her as I spoke. “Are.” I pulled back out until just the head of my cock sat nestled in her warmth. “Fucking.” I slammed in that time, as if to nail my point home. “Perfect,” I groaned as I eased back out.

“Maybe just perfect for you,” she insisted before her head tipped back, stretching that long neck of hers as she did. I took it as an invitation and raked my teeth and tongue over the length of her until I got to her ear and sucked the lobe between my lips.

“Yeah, baby. Perfect for me. Don’t ever forget that.”

What had been frantic fucking moments ago turned into something different as we rocked our bodies into one another. Our hands were drifting, touching, exploring every part of one another’s bodies. The smooth skin of her thighs trailed beneath my fingertips as the sharp rake of nails trailed along my lower back and down my ass before my woman decided to bring a little playfulness back to what had become pure, unadulterated love making. Keys swatted my ass in a quick stinging slap before she grabbed my ass hard and pulled me down into her.

“I need you to really give it to me now!” Her demand sat so sweetly on her lips that I couldn’t resist. I hammered into the woman of my dreams as I took that sassy mouth with my own before taking us both over the edge into a mutual climax that left me fucking dazed.

~*~

“You look half fucking dead.” Sweet’s appraisal of me probably wasn’t wrong. Keys and I hadn’t slept. Hell, for two days and three nights, we’d basically just fucked and barely had time to eat. We probably would have gone in for a third day of just living off one another’s bodies if she hadn’t been called back to her own clubhouse this morning.

“Good thing the girls demanded your woman show her face and deal with her mother, huh?” He asked with a knowing smirk on his face as the asshole threw me a Gatorade. “Replenish those electrolytes because we need to run down to Atlanta to meet up with some people.”

What the fuck we needed to go to Atlanta for was beyond me, but it worked out for my purposes too. “Fine, but I need to go somewhere while we’re there.”

Sweet nodded before we both went our separate ways to get ready. And yeah, I downed the fucking Gatorade in record time too.

~*~

Four miserable fucking hours later, we were on the southside of Atlanta, meeting with some fucking punk-ass little bitches who wanted to call themselves a street gang. I rolled my eyes for probably the hundredth time since we showed up to what amounted to a goddamn meet and greet with the toddler table of clubs. BamBam – seriously, the kid was named after a cartoon baby – wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

“Yo! We got this. We’re lookin’ out. Ain’t no one runnin’ girls in our town, we don’t know ‘bout.”

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