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I gently sheath myself inside her, the silken walls of her pussy holding me captive.

Rain drenches us, furiously beating against my back, obscuring us from any who might happen to look out a window or glance up from the sidewalk. We’re in a private storm made for two.

Charlie grips my shoulders, using her firefighting strength to lift herself before sliding back down. She moans her pleasure as she uses my body, reaching for her orgasm.

The twist of her delicate features, the strain of her muscles, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed. I drop my head to her shoulder, biting her, forcing her attention to me as I take over, gripping her thighs and lifting her, then forcing her down to the hilt, thrusting up into her over and over.

My balls draw taut and I know I’m close.

I slam my hand into the wall next to her, spraying both of us with water, grunting savagely as I chase her orgasm, pumping my hips faster and faster.

“Touch yourself,” I command, leaning away, giving her room. “Make yourself come.”

She eagerly complies, dipping a hand down her body and yanking her black nighty up her belly. Her fingers dance toward her clit and the moment they make contact, her head falls back and her eyes drift shut, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

“Look at me!”

Her eyes fly open and her body bucks under mine. I feel her knuckles against me as her fingers work her clit, furiously rubbing.

I memorize her face the moment she tips over the edge, her mouth opening in a silent scream, her eyes clouding with a faraway gaze as pleasure slams into her.

“Lennox!” she gasps, flinging her arms around my neck, clinging as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

I allow my seed to release, revelling in the feeling as it rushes up my cock and spurts into her.

My mate.

We stare at each other for long seconds, out breaths mingling as the high of our orgasms wanes and reality begins to creep in.

She shakes her head hard, her wet hair flying to stick to her face. “Not yet,” she says desperately, dropping her head to my shoulder. “Stay here with me for a while longer. I can’t stand that we…”

“I know,” I whisper in her ear and hold her to my beating heart, knowing this is probably the last time I’ll be allowed to do it.

Chapter 21

Finest

LENNOX

I’m brought to abrupt alertness by the unblinking stare of a child, his intent gaze on my face. I wonder how long he’s been standing there. My instincts would have woken me as soon as he entered the room, but my wolf knows he’s not a threat. Allowing reality to intrude, I sit up and face him, the blanket covering my lower half.

Luke is standing next to his mother’s bed in a pair of blue pajamas with airplanes on them, his arms crossed over his chest, his lips pressed into a serious line. He points at the door and jerks his head, indicating I should follow him as he makes his way out.

He closes the door behind him, which preserves some of my dignity as I slip from the bed. I look around the room helplessly. My clothes are in a sodden pile on a rooftop several blocks away.

“You can use a pair of Ramón’s old sweats.” Charlie’s sleepy voice comes from the bed. “Bottom drawer.” She rolls over and hugs a pillow to her, her eyes drifting shut. She has no intention of helping me out with her guard dog of a son.

“None,” she mutters, sinking back into sleep.

I open the bottom drawer of her heavy wooden dresser and dig through neatly folded men’s clothes until I find the sweatpants she mentioned. They’re too short on me, but when I wear them low on my hips, they sort of fit. I borrow a T-shirt too and find that Ramón and I share a similar shoulder span.

Rather than the jealousy I previously felt toward Charlie’s husband, I now find myself sharing a sense of kinship with the man. He was here before me and got to bask in Charlie’s regard, the same as I do now. We’re part of the lucky few; the Charlie fan club.

I recognize the privilege she’s sharing with me and I won’t fuck it up with unnecessary jealousy.

Luke is waiting for me in the living room where he’s laid out what looks like a city made of Lego on the coffee table. He follows my gaze. “I’m allowed to spread my toys into the living room on the weekends as long as I clean up before Monday,” he says defensively.

I nod. “It’s good you listen to your mom.”

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