“You ready for me, baby?” He notched the thick head at my entrance, rubbing it through my slick folds. “Want me to stretch this tight little pussy and fill you up?”
“Yes, please. So ready,” I panted.
He pushed in with one long, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, overwhelming in the best way. I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby. So tight and wet.” He buried his face into the crook of my neck and nipped my pulse point. “This pussy was made for me.”
His steady strokes quickly turned harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with my gasps and his low, filthy words.
“That’s it, baby. Take every fucking inch. Squeeze my cock just like that.” He gripped my hips, angling deeper. “You’re gonna feel me for days. Every time you move, you’ll remember who this pussy belongs to.”
“Thayer,” I whimpered, my legs wrapped tight around him.
He reached between us, his thumb circling my clit while he pounded into me. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you milk me. I want you screaming my name when you come.”
The combination of his words, his thumb, and the relentless drag of his dick against that perfect spot sent me flying. I came with a loud cry, clenching around him so hard my vision whited out. “Thayer! Yesssss!”
“Fuck, yes, baby. Good girl. So fucking good.”
Thayer thrust deep a few more times, then buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. I felt him pulse inside me, hot and thick, as he came hard, his hips grinding against mine like he wanted to stay there forever.
He collapsed over me, careful not to crush me, and pressed soft kisses along my neck and jaw. His arms circled around me possessively, holding me like I was something precious.
“You’re staying right here, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “Where you belong. Because you’re mine.”
I smiled, sated and completely wrapped up in him, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m yours.”
16
CAGE
My phone shattered the quiet morning I was spending with my girl with a harsh vibration against the end table. She’d fallen asleep against me while reading a book, and I sat up carefully, trying not to wake her as one hand reached out to silence the intrusive sound.
When I saw Jax’s name flashing across the screen, every muscle in my body tightened, adrenaline hitting my veins. Instinct told me this wasn’t a friendly call or other club business.
“Yeah?” I growled, carefully slipping off the couch to avoid jostling Hadley too much. She was on her side, a throw blanket tangled around her hips. Just seeing her lying there, so damn beautiful, woke the possessive streak deep inside me even as Jax’s urgent voice filled my ear.
“We have a fucking problem, Cage.” A razor’s edge cut through his usually calm demeanor. “They noticed us digging. The network is reacting, scrambling hard. They know someone’s uncovered the truth, and Hadley is now their biggest threat.”
My chest constricted painfully. “Fuck. How bad?”
“They’re panicking. Their comms are blowing up, talking about eliminating any liabilities. Hadley’s name is coming up, brother. We need to get her somewhere safe, right fucking now.”
My blood ran cold, every protective instinct in me roaring to life. “Bringing her to the compound now. She’s going on fucking lockdown.”
Hadley stirred slightly at my raised voice, her eyes fluttering open in sleepy confusion as I ended the call abruptly and moved swiftly to her side. My heart thudded heavily as I sank onto the edge of the couch, cupping her face gently in my palm, my thumb brushing the delicate curve of her cheekbone.
She blinked up at me, instantly alert at the tension she must’ve felt radiating from my body. “What’s wrong?”
I took a breath, forcing the icy rage simmering beneath my ribs into careful, controlled words. “We need to talk, Hadley.”
She sat up quickly, pulling the blanket around herself like a protective shield, her pretty eyes wide with alarm. Her lips pressed together as she reached instinctively for my hand. The fact that she immediately leaned into me, trusting me without thought, hit me harder than I expected. I tightened my grip, grounding both of us for the truth I was about to lay out.
I didn’t sugarcoat a damn thing. I told her everything Jax had uncovered—he’d confirmed everything I’d told her before. Then I told her what his call had been about this morning. Each word was delivered carefully but unflinchingly, leaving no doubt about the stakes we were facing.
She listened silently, her face pale but composed, absorbing each revelation with the kind of quiet strength I’d come to recognize. When I finished, I watched her closely, waiting for her to pull back, to question me or crumble beneath the weight of it all.
Instead, she leaned toward me, her hands squeezing mine as she steadied herself.
