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“I’ve never been made love to. I’ve never trusted a man like I trust you. I’ve never had an orgasm with anything other than my own hand,” she whispers the end and buries her face in my shoulder.

“Oh, I am definitely going to ask to see that one day.” I chuckle when she sits up looking thoroughly scandalized. “Baby steps, Buttercup.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her back to my chest. Where she belongs. “One more cuddle and then I’ll clean you up.”

“And we can go for round two?”

I angle my head down to look at her, her adorable face looking hopeful. “I’ve created a monster.”

The giggle that erupts from her means the world to me. I have her, and I’m never fucking letting her go.

Chapter 19

Lovely

Iwake to a possessive hand on my hip and an ache in my core. My eyelids flutter open and I’m met with Johnny, head propped on his hand, watching me.

“Hey there, Buttercup, thought you’d never wake up.”

I stretch from the top of my fingers to the tips of my pointed toes, working all the kinks out of my body from the three times we made love in the night. Not all as successful as the first, but we’re learning each other’s bodies, and I’m learning where my hard lines are. Over a decade with Royal has tainted some positions and activities for me, and I know one part there Johnny needed to go punch something, but that made my heart crack open even more for the man. No one, in all my life has felt that strongly on my behalf to want to fight my demons than the beautiful man lying beside me.

I reach over to cup his bearded cheek and I marvel that I can touch him. In fact he likes it when I do. He presses his cheek further into my palm before turning to drop a kiss to it. He inhales deeply and his shoulders sag slightly.

“I know you have to go. Today is a big day for you and the club. Just, come back safe?”

He caresses my cheek with his hand, dropping his forehead to mine. “I’ve only just gotten you, I’m not going to put what we have at risk. I’ll come home to you and Bee. I,” he swallows, his throat working to find the words, “I love you, Lovely. I know I was an ass for far too long, so I need at least another fifty years to make it up to you.”

Tears prick the back of my eyes, and I grin up at the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, “Make it sixty years and you’ve got a deal.”

He lets out a low rumble then presses a soft kiss to my lips. Then another, and another until we’re gripping each other, hands fighting with the covers, trying to get closer, clawing into each other’s skin like it’s the last time we’ll ever be in each other’s arms. His weight presses me into the mattress, rough chest hair abrading my tight nipples as a low moan is ripped from the depths of me. His cock notches at his home, my entrance ready and waiting to welcome him even after the times we made love through the night. I know what the other couples mean now, the insatiable hunger to be with their person, their other half. I never knew that being with Johnny would fill in all my cracks until I was complete, unbroken and yet here I am. He drives his pelvis forward in one brutal movement and I feel my arousal build to almost fever pitch. The chemistry between us is undeniable. My legs wrap around his hips, heels digging into his firm ass as he powers in and out of me, long strokes designed to drive me mad.

“That’s it, baby. Let me in as deep as I can go, I want you to feel every inch of me while I’m away. I want your pretty little pussy to ache for me, wanting her man back where he belongs.”

“Yes, yes,” I pant, words useless as my brain is so addled by Johnny. His scent, his touch, his filthy words breathed in my ear.

“Take it all, baby, take it all, everything I have to give you.”

The words are barely out when my back bows, legs clenching as I convulse in a way that makes it feel as if my soul has left my body to join as one with the man I love. A low growl rips from Johnny and he arches back, the veins on his neck standing in stark relief as his head rolls back, planting his seed deep inside me. His head tips forward and he stares at me with awe, love, and a joy I’ve not seen in him before.

“I love you, Johnny, Marx, Pres.”

His lips quirk up slightly, “I’m all those things, but to you, I’m just your man.”

He slides out of me, our combined release leaking onto the sheets and yet I couldn’t care less. Gathering him in my arms I hold him to me, his head pressed to my chest, my hands in his hair. I want to remember this, immortalize it in my memory for years to come.

After long moments Johnny helps me into the shower, the hot water beating down on us. My thighs ache, I’m sure I’ll be walking bow legged today and I can’t wipe the smile off my face. We steal kisses in the privacy of our room, our little bubble about to be burst at any moment.

We move to our bedroom and I side eye Johnny, watching him get dressed. They way the muscles in his back flex and move as he pulls his shirt over his head, the flex of his biceps, his long, thick fingers as they tie his boots. By the time he slips his cut over his shoulders I know that I’m now with Marx, the Pres. Not the sweet man who took me on my first date and made my body sing.

I smile up at him as I straighten his cut, as if I’m sending him off to war. In some ways, I am. We are at war with the cartels, and Serpiente, and only one of us can win.

He clasps my hand in his as we walk to the farmhouse together, him to meet his men, me to collect little Bee and sitwith my best friends as we wave our men off. With a kiss to my forehead and whispered words of promise and love, he goes his way, and I make mine to the nursery.

Every step I take away from him feels heavy, and I’m waiting for my legs to carry me to the main room, where I want to put up a fight and stop him from going. But that’s not my role today. My role isn’t to fret and cry and beg. My role is to stand by Marx’s decision and make sure everything here runs smoothly.

“Knock, knock,” I sing as I walk through the nursery doors.

“Mama!” Bee hollers as she comes running headfirst into my legs.

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