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Legend and I make him fit.

His first full thrust is a revelation, a shock.I gasp, curving against him, dug into the mattress like I'm rooted there.

And it isn’t just sex.It’s history, prophecy, a fucking reckoning.

“You’re paradise,” Legend growls low as he grinds himself thicker inside me.“And Hell.”He punctuates each word with deliberate drives.

"You feel that?"he rasps, his voice hoarse with desire."That's me needing you.That's ten fuckin’ years of wantin’ what I couldn’t have."His cock throbs inside me like a rhythm, each beat a word he never said out loud in all these ten long years.

Right now, he’s confessing to my pussy.

We move together like we’ve always belonged this way.Like our bodies, though so different in size, were made for each other.And when I cry out his name, he groans mine like a prayer.

After, we lie jumbled in the sheets, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.Outside, the night air carries the sound of crickets and distant thunder.I curl into his big chest.His heartbeat’s steady beneath my ear, his rough hand soft on my back.

“Talk to me, Princess.You okay?”he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I lift my head to look at him, heart still fluttering in my chest.I’m not okay.I’m sore as hell.My pussy throbbing in the best way.That’s not it.It’s time for some honesty.I’m not okay.“You disappeared that day… I’m always scared you’re going to leave again.”

He tugs me closer."I’m not goin’ anywhere."

And just like that, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, in the arms of Legend, an outlaw biker with a big tall tale behind his name and an even bigger dick.

Chapter 27

Legend

The sheets are still twisted around Sophie’s legs when I slip outta bed, dragging on my jeans without bothering to find a shirt.Her bare skin’s still warm from where we tangled up, her breath soft and slow like she finally felt safe.I press a kiss to her shoulder before I leave, but it ain’t just habit I wanna start, it’s a god damn promise, one I don’t know how to keep but damn sure want to try.

I head downstairs, needing a smoke and a minute to clear my goddamn head.My chest’s still tight, but not from the sex.That was more than a fuck.It felt like coming home after being lost for too damn long.I’ve had more women than I can count, but none of ‘em ever reached inside and gripped my soul like Sophie just did.

The porch light flickers as I crack the door.That’s the first red flag.The second’s the way the air smells.I know that scent.Vanilla and vengeance.

Becki’s already standing there.

A mistake from a past, I should’ve buried deeper.She used to ride behind me through the winding roads like she was born for the backseat, but even then, I knew she wanted more than the wind and my hands on her thighs.

Arms crossed, now short hair whipping around like she brought the wind with her.Her eyes cut through me, clocking the bare chest, the red marks on my neck, the scent of Sophie’s sex still clinging to my skin.

“So it’s true,” she says, voice full of venom.“You finally crawled into her bed.Let me guess, silk sheets, four posters.Missionary.As vanilla as my perfume.”

“Fuckin’ bullseye.”I step out.“Got spies on me?”

She huffs.“Word spreads fast when the Prez can’t be found after the big fight.”

“Becki,” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair.“Don’t do this.”

She barks out a laugh, but it ain’t got an ounce of humor.“Don’t what?Don’t remind you that I’ve been here?That I’ve stood beside you, in your bed, on the back of your bike, covered in your blood and your come?And now you throw me away for a spoiled horse princess?”

“That wasn’t love,” I bite back, sharper than I should, but it’s the truth.“We’re not exclusive.”

She flinches like I slapped her.“Maybe not love, but it was more than this.More thanher.”

I shake my head, step closer.“No, Becki.It wasn’t.You’re a club bunny, have been since we split.You knew the deal.No promises.No future.We had fun, but it ended the second you started pretending it meant more.”

Her eyes glint, rage brewing behind the heartbreak.“You really think that little rich girl’s gonna ride with you when shit gets bloody?When someone puts a bullet in your shoulder again?She’s not built for this world, Legend.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”I dropped my voice to a low, dangerous level.

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