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“The chubby bastard ran into his room and went to sleep. He needs to lay off the peanut butter.”

“You leave him alone. I bought him a leash so I can take him outside more. That will be plenty of exercise.”

He slips into bed beside me. “I may need to join you. He wore me out.”

He pulls me close, and I snuggle into his chest. The rhythm of his heart beating relaxes me, but my mind begins to whirl with thoughts of the future.

“What will you do now? You killed your entire crew.” I ask, curious about the future of his organization.

“They shouldn’t have betrayed me.”

“I’m not saying they didn’t deserve it. Will you find new guys?”

He sighs. “I think it’s time for a change.”

Lifting my head from his chest, I prop myself up on my elbow. “What kind of change?”

“Did you like bartending?” He asks.

Thinking it over for a few moments, I nod. “I don’t particularly like people, but I did enjoy talking to the old timers when they came in. The only issues I ever had was when the drunks got handsy, but you took care of that.”

He growls, gripping my hips and rolling me onto my back. “I sure the fuck did, and I’ll do it again.” He bends down, kissing me softly, treating me as if I’m made of glass.

Deepening the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. “You’re a psychopath, but I kind of love it.”

He chuckles, nipping my bottom lip, licking a trail across my jaw until he reaches my ear. “How are you feeling?”

My voice is breathy as he licks the shell of my ear, grinding his hard cock against my bare pussy. “Like I need you inside me, now.”

The only thing keeping our bodies from joining is his stupid fucking boxers and I’m about to rip them off.

“How’s your head?” He whispers, making my body tremble.

“Great. Get naked.”

He pulls away, looking down at me with that gorgeous smile that melts me into a puddle. “Tell me the truth, baby.”

Exasperated, I roll my eyes. “I’m fine, Colt.”

He reaches for my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You’re a fucking brat.” Holding them both in one of his large hands, he glides the other down my body, goosebumps erupting across my skin. He reaches my aching pussy, and I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me.

I’m fucking drenched.

Lifting my legs like I’m a gymnast, my toes find the waistband of his boxers, pushing them over his ass and down his thighs. He groans as his cock springs free, pressing against my swollen clit. He removes his fingers, bringing them to my mouth. My lips part eagerly, and he pushes them inside, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.

My gag reflex tries to surface, but I relax and let him play. His eyes widen as I take his fingers deeper, moaning as I suck them clean.

“Fuck.” He groans, the tip of his cock pushing past my entrance.

I release his fingers with a pop, my heels pushing into his ass, needing him all the way inside me. “Colt.” I whimper and he slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat. The dull headache that still lingered has amped up once again, but I ignore it, his cock too fucking good to concentrate on anything else.

“I’ve missed you.” He murmurs, crushing his lips to mine and I’m thrown into an alternate reality where only Colt and I exist, and nothing else matters.

While we’re practically attached at the hip, I know what he means. When we’re together like this, nothing can touch us. Nothing can penetrate our little world full of darkness and love.

Two things that most people see as polar opposites, but to us, it’s all we know.

All we need.

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