"And if it doesn't?"
"Then we deal with it together." I catch her mouth in a kiss that starts gentle and quickly becomes something more desperate. "I need you."
"You have me." Her hands slide under my shirt, careful of my healing wound. "What do you need?"
"You. Naked. In my bed." I back her toward the mattress. "I need to feel you, need to forget about club politics and media attention and everything except us."
"I can work with that."
We strip each other with practiced efficiency, clothes hitting the floor in a trail to the bed. When we're both naked, I pause just to look at her. She's beautiful in ways that have nothing to do with physical appearance and everything to do with whoshe is. Strong, fierce, unbreakable despite everything she's been through.
"What?" she asks, catching my stare.
"Just memorizing this. You, here, mine."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." I push her onto the bed and follow her down, settling between her legs. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
My mouth finds her breast, sucking and biting until she's gasping my name. I move lower, kissing down her stomach, her hip, the inside of her thigh. When I finally taste her, she arches off the bed with a cry that probably carries through the entire clubhouse.
I don't care. Let them hear. Let everyone know exactly who she belongs to.
I work her with my tongue and fingers until she's trembling, right on the edge, and then I pull back. She makes a frustrated sound that makes me smile.
"Mason, don't you dare stop."
"Not stopping, just making it last." I move back up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. "Look at me."
She does, her eyes dark with need and something deeper. Love, maybe. Trust definitely.
I push inside slowly, feeling her body adjust to take me. She's tight and perfect, and the way she clenches around me makes me see stars. When I'm fully seated, I pause, savoring the moment.
"Move," she demands, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Mason. I need you to move."
I do, setting a rhythm that's hard and deep. Each thrust drives her into the mattress, and she meets me stroke for stroke, taking everything I give and demanding more. Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle, and I hit something inside her that makes her scream.
"There," she gasps. "Right there, don't stop."
I don't. I fuck her hard and relentless, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine. My hand slides between us, finding her clit, and she comes apart with a cry that's definitely too loud for discretion.
The feel of her pulsing around me sends me over the edge. I come hard, her name torn from my throat, and we collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts.
"Jesus," she breathes when she can speak again. "That was..."
"Overdue." I roll us so she's draped across my chest. "Been wanting to do that since you walked into the office this morning."
"You should want things more often. That was incredible."
"Incredible enough to make you forget about interview requests for a while?"
"Incredible enough to make me forget my own name." She traces patterns on my chest, her touch light. "I love you, Mason Vaughan. Even when you're bossy and overprotective."
"I love you too. Even when you're stubborn and reckless." I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips. "So what're you going to do about all these interview requests?"
"I think I'm going to do a few. The big ones, the ones that'll reach the most people. I want to make sure this story gets the attention it deserves." She props herself up on her elbow. "But I'm also going to set boundaries. No book deals right now, no reality shows, no turning this into something it's not."
"What is it then?"
