"Deal."
I start moving, slow and deep, watching her face as pleasure builds. This woman, this cop who should be my enemy, is worming her way into my heart despite every wall I've built.
And for the first time since Nathan died, I don't hate the idea of letting someone in.
"I love how you feel," she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"Yeah?" I thrust harder. "Tell me."
"So full. So stretched. So perfect." Her nails dig into my back. "Like you were made to fuck me."
"I was." I lean down, my forehead against hers. "Made to fuck this curvy body. Made to make you scream. Made to fill this pussy with my cum until you're dripping."
"Danny," she whimpers.
"That's it. Say my name." I pick up the pace. "Let me hear it."
"Danny, Danny, Danny—" She chants it like a prayer as I fuck her harder.
This is insane. We're insane. A cop and a biker, damaged and desperate, trying to find something real in the wreckage of our pasts. But as she comes around my cock, screaming my name, her pussy clenching and milking me, I know I'm not walking away.
Not from this. Not from her.
"I'm close," I grit out.
"Come inside me again." She pulls me closer. "Fill me up. Mark me as yours."
I slam into her one last time and explode, my cum pumping deep inside her. She moans, her body trembling, her pussy rippling around me.
When I finally catch my breath, I collapse beside her.
"So," she says after a moment. "Is this the part where you tell me you'll call me?"
"Fuck that." I pull her against my chest. "This is the part where I tell you you're not leaving. You're staying here. With me. Where you belong."
"What about work tomorrow?"
"Call in sick." I kiss her temple. "We're spending tomorrow in bed. And the day after that. Until I've fucked you in every position imaginable and you can't walk straight."
She laughs, the sound happy and free. "My chief is going to kill me."
"Let him try." My arms tighten possessively. "You're mine now. And I protect what's mine."
"Even if it's a cop?"
"Especially if it's a cop." I tilt her face up, meeting her eyes. "My cop."
She kisses me, sweet and full of promise. "Your cop."
We fall asleep like that—tangled together, her body soft against mine, our breathing syncing. Two broken people finding something whole in each other.
Tomorrow we'll figure out the details. How to balance her badge and my vest. How to keep both our worlds from imploding. How to make this work when everything says we shouldn't.
But tonight, we just hold each other.
And for now, that's enough.
Epilogue 1 - Amanda
