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I buried my face back where she wanted me and focused back on her clit, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She whined, her back arching, and then, she was coming, crying out my name as her pussy juices coated my lips and chin.

Groaning, I lapped it all up, unable to get enough of her. My cock was so fucking hard, I knew I’d have an imprint of my zipper on my dick, but I didn’t care. She’d needed this, and I was there to service her. To make her feel good and give her what she wanted. What she needed. Because she deserved to have someone worship her and put her first.

Standing, I laced my fingers in her hair and kissed her. She moaned when the flavor of her exploded on her taste buds.

“I love you,” I rasped against her addictive mouth. “So goddamn much, kitten.”

She sighed—a happy, content sound—and nuzzled my cheek. “I love you, too, Callan.” She cupped my face, making me look at her. Her eyes were glossy with tears, but I knew she wouldn’t let them fall. “Thank you.”

I smiled softly at her. “Never have to thank me for taking care of you, kitten.”

“Can you two get the fuck off my goddamn table?!” Carter shouted through the closed doors. “We need to hold church, and Callan, you’re sanitizing that damn table before we do!”

I laughed, my shoulders shaking, as I buried my face in the curve of Rachel’s neck. She sighed in annoyance. “Fuck off, Carter!” she barked back.

I snorted when he called her a pain in his ass before I heard him stomping off like a petulant child.

Some things would never change, and I hoped this was one of them. I wanted Rachel as mine forever.

Epilogue

Callan

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Rachel looked up when I stepped out of the chapel, her dark eyes homing in on my tired face. I’d gotten in around three that morning and had only managed maybe two hours of sleep before her damn brother was rousing me out of bed to look over shit for the next run with Genesis, since I was in charge of the runs until she was good to ride again.

Genesis was out of the hospital and on the road to recovery. A lot of blood loss and two surgeries later, she was expected to make a full recovery. She had some physical therapy ahead of her for her knee and learning how to function while missing three of her fingers, but she was going to be alright. Even now, she was mostly back to normal. Carter just didn’t want her riding until the doctor gave her a clean bill of health. And when she demanded a vote, she was outvoted.

All of us voted on her getting a clean bill of health first. I was sure she wanted some sense of normalcy after what’d happened to her, but we couldn’t put her at risk. She wasn’t ready to ride yet.

Lily, Rachel’s niece, began banging two blocks together. Rachel flinched, her eyes snapping down to the little girl before her shoulders relaxed. PTSD would haunt Rachel forever. I knew that, and I fucking hated it. Hated that I hadn’t been there to save her from this. Hated that I hadn’t protected her well enough.

Which was why I was basically her damn shadow when I was home and not on a run.

“You didn’t get much sleep,” Rachel finally said, her brows pulling low over her eyes as she regarded me.

I shrugged. “I’m good, kitten.” Strolling past her, I headed to the bar, where a fresh pot of coffee was waiting. “You want to go on a ride with me later?” I asked as I poured some coffee into a mug she had waiting on me.

Fuck, she took such good care of me. It was always in the little things she did—like brewing a fresh pot of coffee and setting a mug out for me—that showed how much she loved me. How much she wanted me. I couldn’t get enough of it.

She took the block from Lily when she began to chew on it. “After you’ve had a nap, sure. You were gone for three days—most of those spent riding. You need some rest.” She sighed when Lily began chewing on another block. “Lily, can you not?” she asked in exasperation, taking that block from her too and telling her no. I chuckled.

Rachel would’ve been a damn good mom. Every goddamn day, guilt clouded my senses. If I had been at home, hadn’t let Carter convince me to go on that damn ride, maybe we would be celebrating a milestone in her pregnancy today. Maybe we’d be getting prepared to learn the gender of our baby.

Now, none of that would be ours. We wouldn’t have those kinds of moments. All because I’d failed to protect her. Failed to stand my ground and be here as her man. I’d let the club come first but no more. Fuck the vow I’d made when I’d accepted the patch. My vow to Rachel was infinitely more important.

We were working through our feelings on never having children of our own and losing the one we’d had slowly. Rachel had even started therapy to try to sort through her PTSD and make it manageable. I’d gone with her to her first couple of appointments, but after that, she’d been comfortable going on her own. Now, all I did was drop her off and pick her up since I wasn’t yet comfortable with her going anywhere by herself.

She hadn’t even been a brat about it—yet. Which meant she still had a ways ahead of her to overcome what’d happened that day in the woods.

Brittany stepped into the clubhouse, smiling at Rachel. “Thank you for watching her.”

Rachel shrugged. “It’s no big deal.” Standing, she headed over toward the hall, looking at me over her shoulder. “You coming to bed?”

Like fuck would I turn down some time with her. Without a word, I followed her, my coffee still cradled in my other hand. When we entered our apartment—what had been just my room before she came back home and was now covered in everything her—I set my coffee down on the nightstand and began peeling off my clothes.

She curled up on the mattress beneath the blankets, watching me strip down to my boxers. As soon as I was next to her, she curled against my side, resting her head on my shoulder and throwing her leg over my thighs. I gripped her smooth thigh and wrapped my other arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. As she pressed even more against me, something inside me settled, just as it always did when I got to hold her like this.