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“That’s it, love.”

Massaging her little clit with my thumb, she cries out in pleasure, her cunt squeezing me in a vise. I don’t move. I let her adjust as I give that little nub just what it deserves. When she comes, her throat elongates, back arches off the blanket, and cunt flutters around me. When she’s through, I back out, still hard as steel. Curling onto my side, I rest next to my woman and draw her into my front. Throwing her leg over my hip, I cup Kit’s bare ass, to keep us close, as my cock folds between us, wetting her stomach. Needin’ a bit more, I nudge my woman’s lips with my own, and she opens as she always does. The kiss is soft. It’s everything and more as it lingers for minutes, hours, days, I dunno which, and I don’t care. I melt into her, our invisible tether twining around us like a cocoon of our own making. Her palm upon my cheek. The sweetest of tastes on my tongue.

For the rest of the afternoon, into the early evening, we laze in our own world, just like this. Half-naked, together. Never apart. Always touching. Always kissing or sharing.

We speak of the future. Of the wedding and what we’d like our lives to look like together. She explains how happy she is to be where we are in our lives. And I vow to myself, to make damn sure she remains this happy, this satisfied, for always.

We suck on Dum Dums, eat the fruit I packed, and make sure she stays hydrated with the water I brought.

I play with her pussy a few more times, and she’s nice enough to swallow down a second batch from my cock. I couldn’t think of a better day, nor a better person to spend it with.

When we’re through, we pack up together, and she takes a final stroll through the meadow, that same sunny smile playing on her lips before we navigate through the woods, and back to my bike. Before I take her home, we hit the final stop. Dinner in town, at a biker-friendly café, where our conversation never ceases, and we play footsie like teenagers under the table.

The new compound gate yawns open as we arrive home. After today, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I made the right choice to marry this woman. I should’ve known she was the woman of my dreams all those years ago, but I wasn’t ready then. Hell, I didn’t realize I was capable now, until she showed up, banging on the gate, demanding I help our son.

In a week, it’ll be official. My property patch on her back. Her in my bed,ourbed, until I draw my last breath.

I don’t check in at the clubhouse when I park in our driveway and help Kit dismount the bike.

For the rest of the night, we carry on as we always do—shower together, read in bed—naked this time, because who in the hell needs clothes when you can look at that smokin’ hot body instead.

Truth, no matter how long we’re together, i’ll never get enough…

Because love like this is once in a lifetime.

Kit’s reading about Z and his lady when I pluck the book from her hand, rest it face down on the bed between us, and take her mouth hard… to pour all my love and appreciation into.

When she pulls back, panting, I peck her cute little nose. “I love you.”

Eyes on mine, Kit cups my cheek. The warmth of her connection soaks right in, as it always does. “And I love you more. Thank you for today.”

I turn my face and kiss the inside of her palm. “Anytime, love. Any-fuckin’-time, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiles—shy and soft, and oh-so-mine.

Seven days.

Seven more fuckin’ days.

CHAPTERFORTY-TWO

KIT

Life on the Sacred Sinner compound is anything but traditional. I don’t know a single person who can say their sisters live beside them. If you need a cup of sugar, you don’t call, you walk over and get the sugar. They’re here for everything. From movie nights in Bink’s basement to shared recipes, to male bitching hour via text, no matter the day or time, they’re there.

Most of us grow up hoping to fit in. That’s part of the human condition. To want to be wanted for who you are. Not for what you bring someone else. Not because you serve them, like I did my ex.

Every day here is a new adventure.

Whether it’s Bulk pissing Jez off, Deke running after his daughters, or Loretta and her sex tales with Blimp, it’s always entertaining, to say the least.

Today, our small house is full of those very sisters.

Not just one or two.

All of them.

It’s my wedding day.

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