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“Gonna come,” I uttered. “Jesus, Leesy. I can’t hold back.”

Her reply was to sink her nails into my ass and pull me deeper. “Harder, John.”

Her demand was my undoing. With a shout, I planted deep. My dick erupted so forcefully that tiny lights sparked behind my eyes. Every inch of my skin felt as if it was on fire as I powered into her, filling the condom with streams of my cum.

After I emptied my balls, I lay there, spent and panting as Leesy trailed her fingers up and down my spine. My chest heaved, and my heart hammered with the after-effects of my climax.

“I love you, John,” Elise whispered. “I’m so happy I saved it for you. Thank you for making my birthday memorable.”

I stared down at her, throat aching with emotion as my gaze roamed over her face.

I’d have done anything to stay in that perfect moment forever. For a split second, I wished I could stop time marching forward and stay with Leesy, in our bubble, for the rest of our lives. My love for her settled low in my gut, and I knew I’d remember this moment for the rest of my days.

Elise Bell was mine, and I was hers.

Forever and always.

Chapter Seven

Elise ~ The Next Day

John took my hand, giving my fingers a nervous squeeze as we watched Stevie turn the key in the large metal padlock that secured the vast area we were about to view.

“The owner reduced the price by another three thousand,” Stevie informed us as he pushed open the wrought iron gates with a flourish. “The recession has wiped him out, so he wants a quick sale to help his cashflow problems.” He gestured for us to follow as he walked into the vast parking lot. “You get the two warehouses and the outbuildings, which he uses for storage.” He pointed out the huge structures as he spoke. “You also get the woods on that incline and two acres to the west, including the land the creek sits on.”

John glanced at me and whispered, “I’ll build you a house there, Leesy. Right by the place I made you mine.”

My heart fluttered, and I beamed up at him. “Can I have a big kitchen and a porch out back where we can go and watch the sunset together?”

He turned his head to kiss my temple. “You can have anythin’ you want, baby.”

I smiled even bigger.

Steve led us toward the main warehouse. “This would be a cool clubhouse, Stone. It's got a second floor, and it's as big as an aircraft hangar. The main room takes up a third of the space. There’s a large area leading off it, with access to the outside; it would work well as a kitchen, and you’ll still have half the squarefootage left to play with. If you put up drywall, you’d get around seventy bedrooms in. There’s scope to build more, too.” He unlocked the main doors leading into the building and stepped back, waiting for us to walk inside. “This room would be an epic bar and communal space.”

Stevie followed us into the vast room, reaching up to the wall and flicking a switch. The strips attached to the ceiling buzzed as electricity soared through them, and a swathe of bright light flooded the room.

“Jesus,” John breathed, his voice echoing in the cavernous space.

My eyes widened as I took in the sheer size of the room. It would’ve easily housed a jumbo jet. The walls seemed solid, and the floor was in good shape. Stevie was right; with a bit of work, it would make a fantastic bar. If the upstairs were as big, John would easily be able to offer accommodation to the brothers who needed it.

“The structure’s sound,” Steve assured us. “The current owner maintained it well and damp-proofed the place. You could come in and immediately get started on the changes you want to make. Your dad’s tight with the mayor, so he can get all your permits agreed upon by the town council. You’d need a ton of drywall, but it’s cheap enough.” He nodded toward the far wall. “You could build a bar over there. Bring in some seating and a couple of pool tables, and you’ll be good to go.”

John brought a hand up to rub at his stubble thoughtfully as he looked around. “It’s not somethin’ I’d need to rush. Dad’s set in his ways, and he doesn’t wanna move the club yet. I’d have years to make it into the new Speed Demons compound.”

“It’d take some scratch,” Steve warned him. “But if you’ve got time to build a nest egg, you’d be fine.”

“Most of the brothers know their way around a building site and can use a paintbrush too,” John added. “So, I’d save on labor.” His eyes met mine. “What do you think, baby?”

I looked around, thinking about everything he could do with it.

I’d always known and accepted that I shared John’s heart and soul with the Speed Demons, and I wasn’t mad about it. All I wanted was for my man to do what was right for him. “I think you should do whatever makes you happy, John. I’ll stand by you, whatever you decide.”

He stepped forward and took my hand in his. “If I go ahead, I’ll have to sink every cent I have into the place. It may all go to damned hell, Leesy. I could lose everything.”

“I don’t believe that,” I replied confidently. “I know you, John Stone. You’ll work your fingers to the bone to make this a success. I believe in you.”

John scraped his fingers through his beard as he contemplated my words. I could almost see his brain ticking over as he weighed up the pros and cons. “I’ll be dirt poor for a few years, baby. Are you sure you're ready for what that entails? We’ll have to live with my folks when we first get married. I won’t be able to build your dream house for at least a few years.”

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