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Lyric covers my face, my neck, my shoulders in kisses and her nails are digging into my back. I groan at the sharp little prick of pain and slam my mouth to hers, tasting her and letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“Come for me,” I command her, needing to feel her pussy clench around me. I want to see her fall apart.

“Yes, Colt, yes,” she pants, and I slip my hand between us, rubbing her clit. Lyric’s lips part and her pussy spasms around my cock, pulling it in deeper while she comes, clamping down on me.

Her release triggers mine and I come, my cock jerking inside her again and again. It's the most powerful climax I’ve ever had, and my head spins from it. I quickly turn and sit on the bed, taking Lyric with me. Our bodies are heated, and she leans against me. We’re both breathing heavily and she trembles in my hold.

Once I can move, I sit back and hold her face between my hands. “I love you, Lyric.”

“I love you, too,” she answers, her voice soft and gravely.

She gets up a few minutes later and I follow her to the shower. We take our time in there, washing each other. I can’t stop touching her. Eventually we get out and I force her to the bed. Lying on my back, she cuddles right next to me, and fuck me if this doesn’t feel right. Lyric is moving in and we’re really together. She loves me too.

As if hearing my thoughts, she sits up, a playful smirk on her lips. “You know, at some point a conversation with my parents is going to need to happen?” I grimace.

“I’m probably not their favorite person, huh?”

“Not by a long shot,” she retorts.

“Maybe if we lead with this part of the story, me being stabbed then being in the hospital, it will soften them up?”

“Shameless.” Lyric laughs, placing a kiss on my chest.

“I’ll talk to them,” I say, my hand coming up to cup the back of her head. “I promise. I’ll let your dad say everything he’s been holding on to, then I’ll ask him for your hand.”

She slaps me lightly. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself there, Street. We have some things to work through. I have to make some business plans and you still haven’t taken me for a ride on that bike yet.”

I laugh and the seriousness in her eyes doesn't waver. “Hell yeah, baby. I’ll take you for a ride anytime. A real one. I also want you to come back to the club and meet everyone as my girl this time.”

“I can’t be Doc and your girl?” she sasses.

“As long as you’re mine.” My eyes search hers, finding love and devotion staring back at me. I’m the fucking luckiest guy on the planet.

Lyric lays her head back down and I feel when her muscles start to slack and her body grows heavier. Kissing the top of her head, I pull her closer. “Sleep, babe. We have time.”

Epilogue I

Colt, 3 months later…

A second chance with Lyric was a second chance at life for me. I know I want her forever, and with that meant I would have to face the two people in the world that I always admired, and who I ultimately hurt when I hurt their daughter. Haley Taylor is receptive to my phone call, and when I ask to visit her and Sam. She doesn’t ask me what it's about, but I think deep down she is rooting for me, like she always has.

When I knock on their door later that afternoon, I feel like a teenager all over again, like the first time I picked Lyric up for a date. Haley’s gaze runs over me and I swear I see her eyes glisten.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Colt Street,” she says with a sad smile.

Stepping through the door I wrap my arms around her briefly. “It's good to see you, Mrs. Taylor.”

“I think you’re old enough you can just call me Haley,” she jokes and leads me to the living room.

“Speak for yourself,” a surly voice adds. “It's still Mr. Taylor to you.”

Lyric’s dad, Sam, stands from his chair and I make sure I move first, holding my hand out. “Yes, sir, Mr. Taylor.”

Begrudgingly, he takes my hand and gives it a small shake before I’m ushered to the couch by Haley. “So, Colt, what brings you here?”

I clear my throat and make sure to meet their eyes. “Lyric doesn’t know I’m here. I plan to tell her, but I wanted to talk to you both first. I want to apologize for my actions after graduation. I know I hurt Lyric and I deeply regret it.”

Sam’s eyebrow rises. “Hurt her? You damn near destroyed her, son. We begged and pleaded with her to not follow you to Alabama. To make her own plans so you both could breathe. She didn’t listen to us.”

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