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His expression grew taut, body as well, then he angled his hips and the head pushed inside, spreading me.

My mouth dropped open and I bit my lips because he was big and I needed to adjust to the size of him. I stared up into his precious face, my savior, my protector. My best friend, and said the only thing flying around and around in my head. “I love you.”

His expression was pinched, breath chopping in and out of him, and at my words, he groaned. “Everly, Christ, baby, I love you.”

Eyes intense, glazed, he pushed in another inch and I whimpered, hips wriggling under him as he filled me more, stretched me wider. He felt…overwhelming. All-consuming.

Perfect.

“Okay?” he choked as he eased in some more.

I nodded and cupped his face. “Yes.”

His forehead dropped to mine as he pushed in the last couple of inches, filling me completely on a low moan. He was panting, hard.

“You feel so good, Eves, tight and hot and slick and like all my dreams come fucking true.”

His mouth dropped to mine and our lips touched, not really kissing, just touching, breathing each other in. I wrapped my arms tight around his back and he tightened his hold on me before he tilted his hips back, withdrawing all the way, then sliding back in, as deep as he could go, making me gasp.

He started shaking almost instantly and the way he was taking me, pressed so close, not an inch between us, just his hips, rolling and grinding against mine, made sure he made contact with my oversensitive clit.

The repeated thrust and grind against it as he filled me with his long, thick cock, over and over, had me desperately clinging to him, whimpering, that building pressure already growing more and more by the second. I was going to come again.

Dane’s eyes were locked on mine and I couldn’t look away, didn’t want to, was trapped there. It was like he was drawing me inside himself, taking part of me and giving me part of himself in return.

My eyes felt heavy, rolling back as the pleasure grew more intense, as I climbed to the peak and…God, plummeted over the edge. I cried out.

Dane hissed. “Everly, fuck.” His thrusts picked up speed, his grunts and groans filling the room, his powerful body shaking so hard, I shook with him.

All I could do was hang on as I cried out, calling his name as I broke apart under him. I opened my eyes in time to watch his expression change, watched the tightness there grow sharper, the tension line his features before he barked out a curse and pleasure took over.

Before he shoved his face against my throat and groaned, saying my name over and over as he shuddered against me, his cock still thrusting, pulsing heavily inside me, his hard body pinning me to the mattress.

My arms were still wrapped around him, holding him to me when he finally finished and lifted his head, looking down at me.

His eyes were sleepy, sexy, but then they widened and he made a pained sound. “Eves, Christ, did I hurt you?”

I blinked up at him. “No.”

He brushed his thumb over my cheek and it came away wet. “You’re crying, baby girl,” he choked out.

I smiled, and it felt wobbly. “Because it was perfect.”

He made a desperate sound, and pressed his forehead to mine, his own breathing shaky, then he kissed me again.

Chapter Sixteen

Dane

Crazy Dave’s was packed. The Black Stone bar was one I’d frequented when I lived there, and I spotted a few familiar faces as I led Everly, hand held tight in mine, through the crowed. Lila, Trix, and Grifter were right behind us. I pointed Eves to an empty table across the room.

“You girls go grab a seat. We’ll get the drinks.”

She nodded, and I watched as she and her friends headed over to hold it for us while Grifter and I worked our way to the bar.

The place was full of Ramblers and other locals, but the girls would be safe with us. I knew most of these guys, and they were Grifter’s club brothers. I ordered some beers and turned to Riff, who was staring a hole through Lila.

“What’s going on there?”