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The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room, and the smell of sex permeated my senses as I felt the first waves of my orgasm shoot from my dick. Her walls contracted and she leaned her head back as her orgasm washed over her. I kissed the column of her neck and flexed my hips as the last of my release filled her.
We panted against each other, and I pulled out of her to watch my cum seep from her pussy. She ran her fingers between her lips and rubbed our combined orgasms into her pussy with a contented sigh. I loved to watch her bask in the afterglow of her orgasm.
She slid from the desk with my seed dripping down her legs, and she pecked me on the lips. “I’m going to get cleaned up and make sure Jacob’s gear bag is packed.”
“I did it last night and it’s by the front door already,” I explained, tucking my sticky cock back into my pants.
I wanted to carry the scent of her on me all day, and she crinkled her nose at me. “That’s gross.”
I pulled her into my chest and ran a finger through the cum sliding down her thigh. Raising my finger to her lips, her eyes drooped, and she opened her mouth, accepting my finger with a deep suck. My cock lurched in my pants, and I knew I was going to have to bribe one of the parents to watch Jacob and his teammate so I could have some alone time with my wife.
Leaning down, I whispered, “Get ready, naughty girl. We need to get there so I can fuck you again.”
She winked and left me alone in my office with the smell of sex filling the air.
Life with Sadie got better every day, and our future, while still unwritten, won’t be anything but amazing.
Chapter 32
Kade
2020
Callahan called, andwe took off, hoping to find his girl before she was hurt . . . or worse. The Death Hounds owed a lot to Callahan, and we helped whenever he requested, which wasn’t often. The club rolled through the streets of the Flats, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, and when Skid called and said to get to the nearly demolished former whorehouse, we circled the depilated house and waited for a signal.
I didn’t want to rush the house in fear Elise could be hurt in the crossfire. Noises from where the front door should be drew my attention, and when I saw her crawling through garage and filth to escape the house, I kneeled, hoping to calm her. Her eyes were closed, and her face was tilted to the sky as tears rolled down her dirty face. She pulled her torn shirt across her exposed chest and bra, and I held my hand out to her, letting her know she was safe.
“Ma’am,” I said, and she opened her eyes to me, “are you Elise?”
She nodded, and the vulnerability in her eyes cut me to the bone. I never wanted to see that kind of pain or anguish on a woman’s face. I removed my cut and slipped my T-shirt off before handing it to her. With trembling hands, she whispered, “Thank you.”
Devlin and a man I didn’t know crawled out the front of the house, and the stranger pulled Elise into his chest, whispering words of comfort as she cried against his chest. Callahan stood near the front of the house with his hard eyes locked on Elise. Skid was pulling medical supplies from his bag, and after giving Callahan a quick check, he joined me as we watched Callahan walk away. It was obvious he wanted to be with Elise, but Skid explained.
“I’m going to get her checked out, then I’ll be back.”
He helped Elise and the man, who I assumed was a relative the way she was clinging to him, into his SUV, and they pulled away from the house. Claw walked up to me and asked, “What’s the plan?”
