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Crow quickly fists my hair in one hand and gives me a rough kiss. We tangle tongues as I stroke him until he’s hard and throbbing in my hand. We stop long enough for me to pull his cut and t-shirt off.
He lowers his head and kisses me almost immediately, his lips hungry and sure. While our lips are engaged, we somehow get the rest of our clothes off. Then it’s just skin sliding against skin.
We’re both too eager and caught up in the moment to take it to the bedroom. Instead, he lies back and lifts me onto his cock. His hands go to my hips to steady me, and I bear down, slowly taking every single inch of him.
I grip the side of the sofa to keep my balance, telling him, “I really missed this, missed everything about you.”
“I can tell. You’re wetter than ever.”
I look down into his eyes as we set a steady rhythm, slowly at first. The more I have of Crow, the more I want. It’s always been this way.
He brings his torso up to tangle tongues with me as I ride his glorious cock. It’s too mind-numbingly pleasurable to make words. We move together for what seems like hours, enjoying the intense pleasure we always find in each other’s arms.
I can tell he’s close when his growl vibrates in my ear as he picks up the pace, hands braced on my hips, pulling me onto him harder. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, matching his thrusts, matching his intensity. Sweat beads along my hairline, our breaths come ragged. I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes I feel like our hearts beat in unison.
When I come, it’s so intense that I clamp down on his cock hard. Crow comes a few seconds later, his body movements becoming jerky and intense. He buries his face in my neck as he releases his seed deep inside me. We collapse together, him onto his back on the sofa and me on top of him. I can feel him still twitching inside me and I lay my cheek on his heaving chest. The outside world seems far away. When we’re together like this, I don’t think about being a fugitive or anything else. I just concentrate on the emotions flowing back and forth between the two of us. We’re reunited at last and nothing else matters at the moment.
He strokes my back with one large hand, his voice thick with emotion. “Now that I have you back, I’m never letting you go again, Ladybug.”
I press my lips to his chest and whisper against his skin, “I’m not going to fly away again. I promise.”
Chapter 19
Sharon
Now it’s time to face his club brothers. Sitting on the worn leather chair in front of Siege’s desk, I can feel the heat of every pair of eyes on me. Crow’s gaze is steady and reassuring. Rigs’ expression is calm but intense. Siege’s expression has been guarded and borderline suspicious every time I’ve ever seen him, making me think this is his baseline. Zen’s eyes are always on his laptop screen. His expression is alert and curious. Smoke’s professional detachment speaks to his experience as a prominent local attorney. My palms rest on the top of my jeans. I rub my hands back and forth, trying not to think about how easily Crow and I fell back into having sex.
Crow reaches out and touches my arm. “You alright, Ladybug?”
I glance down at his hand and give him a quick nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
His lips press into a firm line. We both know the moment is coming when I would have to face up to the brothers who’ve spent days looking for me.
When Rider strolls into the room with Tank and Dutch, it’s time to get down to business.
Siege asks, “Sharon, do you know why our club officers asked to speak with you?”
Shooting Crow a nervous glance, I respond respectfully, “Your club spent a lot of time and resources looking for me and you want to know why I ran.”
Rigs speaks up, “It’s more than just idle curiosity, Miss Sharon. We know there’s a warrant out for your arrest and since you’re Crow’s old lady, we consider you part of the Savage Legion family. That means our club is willing to do whatever we can to help you, but you have to tell us the truth.”
I look down at my hands, as I try to figure out what to say. Here, in front of Crow’s club brothers, I can’t hide the tremor in my voice or the doubt that creeps through my tone. “That warrant is for a murder I didn’t commit. I don’t think that anyone can really help me get clear of this mess.”
“You’d be surprised what this club can do when we put our minds to it,” Siege tells me. “Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell us what happened?”
“I was a pediatric nurse at the hospital in my area,” I begin, my voice low but steady. “It’s a Level I trauma center in the heart of the city. We see the worst cases. Things like gunshot wounds, car accidents, and industrial accidents. My unit specialized in critical care for children under ten.”
Zen’s fingers type away on his laptop. “How long had you been assigned to that unit?” he asks, thumb scrolling.
“Eighteen months,” I say, swiping to the next image. It’s a chart detailing vitals from that morning. “I cared for three patients that day. One of them was Joshua Clay. He was a five-year-old with a congenital heart defect. He had surgery two weeks earlier and was improving. His surgeons expected a full recovery.”
Smoke tilts his head, his fingertips resting together. “What was your mindset when you left for your break?”
I stare at the data lines. “I felt confident. His oxygen saturation was at ninety-nine percent, heart rate stable at ninety beats per minute, his respirations smooth. I logged out of the system with a quick note to that effect and my final line was, ‘Continue current regimen, no parameter changes.’ I remember thinking I could grab coffee and clear my head.”
Siege’s voice is calm but firm. “How long was your break?”
“One hour.” I flick to a timestamp: 2:17?PM. “I signed back in at 3:15?PM.”
