He bent me lower, his chest flattening me against the dresser, and fucked me harder. The rhythm was unrelenting, each thrust hitting a spot that shattered me. My cry echoed off the walls as my climax tore through me, white-hot and violent, leaving my legs shaking.
He groaned and thrust deep, grinding into me as his own release broke. His whole body shuddered against mine, a guttural sound spilling from his throat as he pulsed inside me.
We collapsed together against the dresser, both gasping, slick with sweat, hearts racing like we’d fought another war.
After a long moment, he pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades, breath still uneven. His hand slid from my neck down to lace with mine on the dresser.
Quiet. Rough. Almost broken, he murmured. “Don’t make me watch you burn alone, Luce.”
My eyes closed, chest heaving, I squeezed his hand back. “Then don’t let go.”
Chapter 51
Reaper
Two days later, my bedroom was my refuge. Bare walls, rough-edged furniture, and the faint scent of leather and smoke. A quiet contrast to the storm building outside.
I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on my gloves.
“You ready?” Lucy asked from the doorway, barely above a whisper.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
She crossed the room and slid her hand into mine. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “Not just of what’s coming. I’m scared of losing you.”
My gaze dropped to our joined hands. “But this”—I nodded towards the door—“this is what we signed up for.”
She swallowed hard. “I know, but we’re not just fighting for the club anymore. We’re fighting for us.”
My heart jumped and my eyes caught hers, unflinching. “I don’t want you to only be part of this war, Lucy. I want you in my life after.” Before she could speak, I pulled her close, my lips brushing her ear. “Wait for me,” I murmured.
“I will,” she promised.
The clubhouse was filled with tension. Brothers were gathered at the table, gear laid out.
I got a text from Lucy with exits, weak points, guard postings, and sent a quick one back.
Me: Perfect. Club’s ready. We end this.
When I passed the intel around the table, the men leaned in.
Riot’s grin was grim. “We hit them fast.”
Link checked his rifle, steady as stone. “We’ve got this.”
One prospect shifted in the corner, too quiet, eyes darting. My gut twisted, but I pushed it down. No time for doubt.
I stood, all steel and authority. “They crossed a line. Tonight, we bury them for it.”
The brothers nodded, resolve thick in the air as each of us filed out to the bar.
The main room was thick with the hum of preparation, bikes roaring to life outside, and muffled conversations, but all I could hear was Lucy’s steady breathing beside me.
I caught her eyes and pulled her close, keeping my voice quiet. “I want you to stay here. Please don’t leave. This isn’t your fight, not tonight.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding, waiting for her to argue.
She reached up, fingers brushing my cheek. “Then you promise me something.”
“What?”
