Page 48 of Racer

Grinning, I rolled on top of her and ground my hard shaft against her hot pussy. “Prove it.”

We were slick with sweat and completely satisfied when I rolled off her and pulled her close, her back snug against my chest. I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and murmured, “We should start packing up your place. Once your brother’s back on his feet, we’ll head to Tennessee.”

She stilled for a second. “You’re waiting…for Mason?”

“Course I am,” I said against her skin. “You wouldn’t want to leave while he’s in the hospital. And I’m not going anywhere without you.”

She buried her face in my chest, and I heard a muffled sniff. “I was going to ask, but you were already planning on it.”

“’Cause I love you, angel. I want you to be happy, and I’ll do anything in my power to make sure I see that gorgeous smile every day for the rest of our lives. ” I grabbed her chin and lifted it so I could see her face. “Fuck that,” I growled. “You’ll be mine forever.”

The sun was high by the time we got out of bed again, stomachs growling loudly enough to compete with the Harleys outside.

We were halfway dressed when my phone buzzed with a text.

Edge

Turn on the news.

Curious, I grabbed the remote and flipped it to the local channel.

“Breaking news out of Crossbend. Three bodies have been identified in the charred remains of a wrecked SUV. Authorities say the fire was so intense that dental records were required for confirmation.”

Photos flickered across the screen. Dez Franklin and his two goons.

I sat down beside Emily and watched in silence as the anchor wrapped the story up.

“Preliminary findings suggest the men were unable to exit the vehicle before it was engulfed in flames. Authorities have not released further details.”

Another message buzzed through.

Edge

Fitting, right? Dying in a fiery crash.

Then a third one.

Edge

Poetic justice, Redline Kings style.

I chuckled and was about to set my phone down when I noticed yet another text.

Maverick

You mean Iron Rogues style, fucker.

That was when I realized it was a group text. The two of them started bickering about which MC was more badass, and I laughed, putting my phone on silent.

Emily rolled her eyes. “For a bunch of hard-ass bikers, you guys can be so childish sometimes.”

Before she knew what hit her, she was on her back with my body hovering over her. “More than willing to prove I’m a man, angel.”

“My man,” she whispered as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Damn straight.”

EPILOGUE

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