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“God! Falcon! Please!” I babbled. Falcon made a self-satisfied noise as my inner walls squeezed him.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Falcon groaned as he thrust in and out. Every push I felt it deep inside me, and I was already soaking wet. Falcon set a punishing pace, and with my ass in the air, I could only take him. Being under Falcon’s control turned me on even more, and I lifted my good hand and touched my clit.

“That’s it, baby, touch yourself,” Falcon gritted out as, with a shout, he came hard inside me. My fingers scraped my clit, and I spiralled with him. His cock pumped, spilling his seed, and then with a final grunt he stopped. Falcon’s hands released me, and he pulled out as I collapsed onto the bed. He fell next to me and drew me in tight against his body, an arm banding around me.

“Mine. I want my name here and here,” Falcon demanded, touching my lower spine and my heart.

“Where are you putting mine?” I asked sleepily.

“My heart and above my cock.”

My eyes flew open, and I wriggled in his arms to stare. “Really?”

“Yup. Ghost is going to fuckin’ hate you, as I only let him tattoo me.” Falcon grinned, and I began to laugh. He got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom, returning with a cloth. He cleaned us both and then pulled me in close.

“Let’s do that again,” Falcon demanded, his cock rising to the occasion. I hooked my leg over his thigh and settled against his chest, ready for round two.

Myka

“Christ, Myka, I’m surprised you can sit down!” Rosie exclaimed the next morning.

Confused, I paused in my wheelchair. “What?”

“There are some things a mother doesn’t need to hear. Strangely, her son’s name being yelled in the throes of ecstasy is one of them,” Artemis bitched.

I began to blush red. “Oh, no!” I was horrified they’d heard.

“No! Ghost loves you. Truly, I was inspired.” Carmelle grinned smugly.

“Damn lucky the kids stayed at Rosie and the Prez’s,” Penny added.

“Yeah, I think we all got laid last night,” Aurora-Victoria agreed.

“At least I didn’t have to listen to my mom yell monkey sex,” Nova quipped, and everyone laughed.

“Very true,” Falcon commented, placing a plate in front of me. He looked beyond smug this morning. Actually, most of the brothers did.

“We’ve got another cookout tonight, but it’s club and allies only,” Calamity said, sitting down.

“Where are we at with locating Rawson and Dawson?” Falcon asked. Sheriff Cates had informed us that Rawson had killed Lawson. Honestly, I’d not been able to dredge up an ounce of grief.

Glitch shrugged. “They’ve disappeared off the face of the earth. The Beauregards have to be hiding them, but nobody can find a trace.” Glitch glowered. He appeared unused to being thwarted.

“They’ll turn up,” I said in a soft voice. “Dawson won’t risk me pressing forward with the charges. He’ll come to shut me up.”

“And he’ll be the one picking his teeth up,” Falcon promised.

Falcon

I was coming out of physiotherapy later that afternoon, happy to have been cleared to swim. The therapist was playing safe and had given me strict instructions on how long I could train, but it didn’t matter. My shoulder was one hundred per cent, and now we had to build my strength back up. I was warned off Ju-Jitsu for another four weeks, but that was okay.

“Falcon,” Cates said as she walked down the road.

“Sheriff, any update on those bodies?”

“The family have been informed, and even with the video evidence provided, they’re claiming your club did it. They’re saying the footage was photoshopped.”

“What is with those idiots? Merle’s body lies unidentified in the morgue. Rawson beat his own brother to death on camera, and the Beauregards still won’t accept facts. Are they that backwards?” I shook my head incredulously.