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“I love you too,” I groan as she frees me from my jeans.
We work together to push them down my hips. I need to be inside her. I have to claim what’s mine before the walls all close in on me.
Everything is building up. I need to put an end to this shit with those dirty cops and Hanson. I have a job for the brothers. They will play a part that’s useful to me and the Alliance.
It’s time I use my role in the Alliance for what it is. Those detectives are still trying to press Hanson and his little brother. They’ve been at it for far too long. It’s clear they don’t have shit to stand on, but the petty shit is starting to get on my nerves.
They’re trying to force me and my brothers into the spotlight where they can nail us on whatever bullshit they’re cooking up—if not just to extort us for themselves. However, we’re too smart for that and they lost that opportunity the moment Logan stepped out of that prison.
“Dylan, come back to me,” Ciara says as she pulls my face to hers.
“I’m here, baby. I’m with you,” I groan as I hold up my shaft for her to seat herself.
I drop my head back and stare up at the ceiling. As she begins to move her hips, guilt consumes me. Not only am I bringing her into a life she knows nothing about, but I’m holding the truth from her.
It’s selfish of me to want her love so much and not be able to come out and tell her what loving me means. Yet I know I can’t let her go. I close my eyes and try to push down the guilt.
I’ll be able to tell her the truth someday. I can feel it all coming to a head. My gut tells me I’ll have no choice but to be real with her sooner rather than later.
Logan and LaSalle aren’t wasting any time. Even with LaSalle’s wife’s death, things are still moving forward quickly. Ellen’s murder seems like it has made things move faster.
I get it, Logan and LaSalle can’t show any weakness. I can only hope that I get to tell her the truth before it reveals itself and ruins this for me. “Fire on Fire” by Sam Smith begins to play in the background and I open my eyes and lift my head.
Her green-gray eyes are on me with an intense look I can’t ignore. It’s almost like she’s pleading with me to open up to her. I lock eyes with her as she continues to ride me and sets the pace.
Reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, I pull it off over my head, then I reach beneath her top and palm her breasts. As always, our connection deepens as we continue to reach for each other through our passion and love.
“Dylan,” she moans.
“Your tight pussy feels so good. Keep bouncing, baby. Keep that pussy bouncing,” I groan.
“Yes, yes, Dylan. Yes. You feel so good inside me. This dick is everything.”
“This dick is yours. I’m yours. You’re my reason, Ciara. You’re my reason for all I do.”
She looks into my eyes and plants her hands on my shoulders. I grasp her ass and begin to thrust up into her. She cries out and gushes all over me.
“So fucking good,” I moan.
Pulling her shirt over her head, she tosses it aside. Wasting no time, I lean in and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans and cups the back of my head to hold me to her.
With a supertight grip, she squeezes around my length. I allow her peak to pop free from my mouth. Her full globe glistens back at me as I watch her big tits bounce in my face.
I tap her leg for her to stand so I can turn her around. She lifts and climbs to her feet. However, her legs give out, and she falls on her ass.
I can’t help it, I burst into laughter, and she does too. I lean forward to help her up, but she grabs my arm and tugs me to the floor with her. I go willingly, but turn her onto all fours in front of me.
Ciara sinks down with her arms stretched out before her like she’s a cat, then lifts her ass into the air for me. I slide into her warm, wet heat and groan. Unable to hold back, I thrust into her as the sound of our skin slapping fills the air. She moans and whimpers my name.
Reaching for her arms, I then tug them back at her sides and use them to pull her into me as I rock into her tight pussy. Groaning, I throw my head back and look up. My cheeks puff out, and my eyes roll back.
The sound of her pussy becoming so wet it starts to blow kisses at me causes me to drop my head back down. The way her ass bounces against me has me so hard. The sound, the sight, it all has me mesmerized.
I can’t take my eyes away. My mind wanders to how much she trusts me and how willing she has been to give herself to mefrom the beginning. The guilt returns and I try to chase it away through her tight core.
“Dylan, oh shit,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, babe. That feels so good. I’m going to come.”
“Come for me. Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you want me. I want to know you know it’s yours.”
