Page 27 of Wrecker

“Fuck! Oh fuck, yes!” I shouted, hips jerking. “Suck me dry, baby. Fuckin’ take all of it!”

I came hard, deep, and savage—pouring into her with a raw groan, pushing until I was sheathed to the hilt as I pumped her full of my come. My eyes rolled back, my forehead was damp with sweat, and my chest heaved as I stayed buried inside her, making sure not a single drop went to waste.

When I was finally empty, I stayed fully embedded in her heat as I gently lowered her to the bed, making sure I didn’t put any weight on her injury. Then I leaned forward and kissed the space between her shoulder blades. She was still pulsing aroundme, her body shaking with the aftershocks, breaths ragged and uneven.

“Never letting you go, Peyton,” I rasped against her skin, still thick and deep inside her, despite coming twice. “You were made to belong to me.”

She turned her head just enough for me to catch the dazed, blissed-out look on her flushed face. Her lashes fluttered, and her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but no words came.

There wouldn’t be any.

Because deep down, she already knew it was true.

10

PEYTON

Iwoke to a faint stream of light peeking through the blinds. The sheets were warm, but when I reached out, the space beside me was cold and empty.

Reid was gone.

My pulse sped up for a second until I spotted the black leather cut folded neatly at the foot of the bed. A small square of paper rested on top of it.

I sat up slowly, wincing at the ache in muscles I didn’t know I had, and soreness between my legs. Tugging the blanket with me, I reached for the note.

Had to take care of club business. Don’t leave the room unless you’re wearing this.

- R

The bold scrawl was unmistakably his. I traced over the letters with a soft smile.

The message wasn’t long or flowery, but it didn’t have to be. His care for me came through loud and clear.

Warmth bloomed in my chest, twisting up with something fluttery and completely ridiculous. I lost my virginity to a broody biker with protectiveness in his touch, and now he wanted me to wear his cut when I was around his club brothers. The women in the clubhouse wore property patches. That was what Reid had called them when I asked. This wasn’t quite the same, but that didn’t lessen the impact of him giving it to me.

After taking a shower to ease my aches—the ones from Reid popping my cherry more noticeable than my shoulder—I smiled as I pulled on a pair of leggings and a loose top from the pile of clothes Reid had someone get for me yesterday. Then I picked up the cut and lifted it to my face, breathing in his woodsy scent. I liked knowing I’d be surrounded by it all day.

The vest hung heavy on my shoulders as I shrugged it on, nearly swallowing my frame, the bottom hem brushing the tops of my thighs. I walked into the bathroom, and when I caught my reflection in the mirror, something about the sight made me stand up straighter.

Even when he wasn’t here, Reid was still looking out for me. Trusting me with the symbol of the brotherhood that meant so much to him. That knowledge gave me the confidence I needed to explore the clubhouse without him.

I cracked the door open and peeked out. Padding into the hallway with only socks on my feet, I wandered downstairs.

With my stomach growling, I headed straight for the kitchen. I barely made it three steps inside before a curvy brunette spotted me.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” She set down her coffee mug with a clink. “You must be Peyton.”

I nodded, offering a sheepish smile. “Guilty.”

“I’m Gemma, Hawk’s old lady. And that’s Alice.” She gestured toward a redhead seated at the table with twin toddlers on either side. “Greg and Gus belong to her and Deviant.”

“Your husband is the computer guy.” I beamed a smile at Alice but kept the details slim since I wasn’t sure how much the guys shared with their women.

“Yup, he has magic fingers.” Gemma and I giggled, making Alice blush. “When he’s at his keyboard. Geesh, get your minds out of the gutter.”

Gemma handed me a plate and shooed me toward the table. “Sit. Eat. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

“And here I thought I was doing so much better.” I snagged a chair across from Alice and set the food on the table in front of me. “Maybe some coffee would help. I’ve slept a ton but still feel so tired.”

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