His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure, and I cry out.
"That's it, love. Come for me. Let me feel you."
"RJ—" His name is a gasp, a prayer, a plea. "I'm close—I'm so close?—"
"I know. I can feel it. You're squeezing me so tight." He presses harder on my clit, rubbing in tight circles. "Come, Dalla. Come on my cock. I want to feel you shatter."
I shatter.
The orgasm tears through me like lightning, white-hot and blinding.
I hear myself scream—actually scream—as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Through the haze, I feel him thrust up into me once, twice, and then he's coming too, groaning my name as he spills inside me.
For a long moment, we just breathe together.
I collapse onto his chest, boneless and trembling, and his arms wrap around me like he'll never let go.
After, we lie tangled in the sheets, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
"That was..." he starts.
"Yeah."
"You're going to kill me."
"But what a way to go."
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest.
I feel it against my cheek and smile.
The room is dark now, the last of the light faded.
But I don't want to move, don't want to break this bubble of peace we've found.
"Can I tell you something?" I ask quietly.
"Anything."
I take a breath. "I was supposed to be a doctor."
His hand stills on my back. "What?"
"Med school. I did two years before I dropped out." I trace a scar on his chest, not quite meeting his eyes. "Everyone expected it—the club, my parents, everyone. The MC princess becomes the MC doctor, patches up bullet wounds, saves lives. It was supposed to be my purpose."
"What happened?"
"I hated it." The admission still feels like a betrayal, even after all these years. "Not the medicine—I was good at that. But the expectation. The assumption that my life belonged to the club before it belonged to me. That my path was already decided, and I was just... walking it."
RJ is quiet, listening.
"Fashion was the one thing that was mine," I continue. "The one thing nobody chose for me. So I dropped out, moved to Tallahassee, and started from nothing. And I've spent five years feeling guilty about it, wondering if I made a mistake, wondering if I let everyone down."
"You didn't."
I look up at him.
