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And it’s even better.

“More,” I gasp.

His lips crash down on mine as he starts to move faster, every thrust coming harder, he swallows down my moans. The way his chest rumbles against mine as my hard nipples scrape against the hair on his chest makes my entire body light up from the inside out.

“You’re mine,” he bites out the words after he pulls away just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze intense and focused.

With every movement, every breath, he claims me all over again. I could deny it. I could pretend. But my heart knows the truth. My soul vibrates with understanding and there’s a spark there I haven’t felt in far too long.

I give myself over to the feeling, pleasure coiling in my gut and tightening with every powerful thrust of Miller’s hips.

Because in my arms, he’s Miller. I feel it.

“I’m yours,” I whisper the words, clinging to a belief in them I thought I had left behind me.

But it’s still right there. Easy to reach for, easy to feel.

Our bodies move together, reaching, finding, everything tightening. When he reaches between us and his thumb finds my clit, I’m barely hanging on to the edge.

“Come for me, Bex,” he demands.

That’s all it takes for me to fall apart.

“Fuck,” he groans, the sound long and pained.

He tries to fuck me through the waves of my orgasm, but my pussy is squeezing him and begging for him to fill me. I gasp his name and he buries his face in my neck just as he plunges inside of me and fills me completely with his length.

The first jet of his cum is hot against my walls as my body milks him. “Bex,” he murmurs, “fucking perfect. Missed you so much.”

My breathing stalls as we come down together, our bodies entwined in way that feels like it always did, but ten years too late. Bitterness starts to take hold, but he’s there and looking at me with a light in his eyes I haven’t seen since he showed back up.

“Don’t go back there,” he murmurs.

For a second, I close my eyes and just breathe. He takes the opportunity to gently pull free from me. I watch as he climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth while not caring about his nakedness even a little bit.

It would be useless for me to protest him cleaning me up. I know this. I’m also aware that I should feel some type of way about him not wearing a condom. But I believe he hasn’t been with anyone else, and I just don’t have it in me to worry about it right now.

Maybe in the morning I’ll freak out.

Right now, I feel too good.

Before sliding into bed, he slides on his boxer briefs and dresses me in his shirt. The moment he lays down, he pulls me into his arms. “Hey,” his voice is low and satisfied, “what did that woman say to you when Dawn and I hit up the last house?”

I rest my chin on his chest and find myself smiling. “She gave me a message from my mom.”

His eyebrows pull together in confusion, but I’m already snuggling into him with heavy eyelids. Sleep finds me quickly and for the first time in ten years, I don’t dream about stretches of roads and crashes I can never reach.

CHAPTER 10

BEXLEY

My palms are sweating and I can’t believe I agreed to do this. I think I was still in some sort of post-sex haze. Or maybe it was because I slept like the dead while wrapped up in my biker’s arms. Either way, he asked me at a weak moment.

That’s the only explanation I can come up with for why I’m heading to the clubhouse.

He asked me the morning after Halloween when I was barely even awake. I had just cracked one eye open to find him already staring down at me. His grip on me tightened when he saw I was awake as if he was afraid that I was going to pull out of his hold at any moment. I wasn’t going to.

While I might not have been willing to admit that a future might exist between us, which I’m still not a week later, I wasn’t going to pretend what happened didn’t happen. It would be a waste of energy to deny it.