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He walks over to me and grabs the arms of my chair before leaning down to press a quick kiss to my lips. “No, I don’t think so. Want me to go grab some food and bring it back here for dinner after we wrap things up?”

“Ooh, yes. I want fried chicken like you would not believe,” I tell him and he laughs, leaning down to kiss me again. This one lasts longer than the other and I let out a little moan as I grab his face and lose myself in the feel of him. God, when he kisses me like his whole world revolves around me, I can’t understand how I lived so much of my life without it. Had I known that he was out there waiting for me, that it could be this good, I would have been laser focused on finding him instead of running for so long. When he pulls away, his eyes are hooded and his chest heaves with labored breaths. Something about the hungry way he stares at me makes a shiver race down my spine.

“I won’t be long.”

I grin as I reach up and drag my finger over his bottom lip. “Is that a promise?”

“You bet your fucking ass it is, baby.” He leans in again, getting close to my lips but he doesn’t claim another kiss like I need him to. “When I get back, you’re going to sit your sexy little ass in my lap and I’m going to play with your clit until you give me at least three orgasms.”

“Is that all?” I tease, locking eyes with him in a challenge I know he’ll meet every single time. He shakes his head with a hint of a grin on his lips.

“No, Isabelle. That’s just the beginning…” He pulls away suddenly and I gasp, reaching out for him as he laughs. My pussy is throbbing and my skin aches for his hands. “But why don’t you let your mind marinate that while I’m gone.”

“Wait,” I protest as he backs away from me, his brown eyes sparkling with humor. Oh, this son of a bitch thinks he’s so funny, does he?

“Can’t. Got to go.”

I cross my arms over my chest and pin him with a glare. “You know what works really well to relieve this ache?”

“What?” he asks, coming to a dead stop as he watches me. I barely contain my smile as I shift in the seat and let out a breathy moan.

“That massaging shower head in your bathroom,” I breathe, ecstatic when his eyes widen and he takes one single step toward me. Keeping my eyes on his, I drag my hand up my body, over my breasts and to my neck as another moan bubbles out of me. “I just turn it to the second setting and let the water pound against my… clit.”

The last word comes out as a gasp and he swallows the distance separating us with two long strides, leaning over me again as he wraps his fingers loosely around my throat.

“You don’t play fair.”

I grin. “Neither do you.”

He lets out a groan when his phone beeps in his pocket. Despite what we both want to do right now, getting information on Dominic is more important and we both know it. Shifting up from the chair, I steal a quick kiss and pull away just enough to press my forehead to his.

“Hurry back. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Naked,” he whispers as he leans in and steals another kiss. “You’ll be waiting naked.”

I grab his cut as I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses, ripping himself away from me with a look of agony on his face that makes me feel like a damn goddess. I know he wants to stay so badly but we can have our fun later. Besides, one of my favorite things with Diego is the build-up because when we finally do come together, it’s that much more explosive. With a sigh, he turns toward the stairs and walks down them before he can talk himself out of it. At the bottom, he spins back to me.

“Call me if you need anything, baby,” he orders and I nod. “I’m serious. I’ll have my phone and I’m literally five minutes away.”

I roll my eyes. “I know how far the clubhouse is, Diego, and I’ll be just fine. Now go so you can come back.”

He relents, nodding before he jogs over to his truck and climbs behind the wheel. Gravel spits out from under his tires as he peels out of the driveway and once he is out of sight, I lean back and close my eyes, soaking up the sun’s warmth again. But my mind quickly turns back to the news Smith brought us. There is a part of me that feels bad for Luca if he truly has met his end at the hands of Dominic King. I never really got to know anything about him the few times we went out so I have no clue who he really was or what led him down this path but I can’t help but think that at some point in his life, he was innocent and pure, just like the little boy in my belly. And then the world got its hooks into him and made him into the man who would have gladly killed me to save his own life. So much lately I’ve been thinking about, the immense task of raising this child laid out before me and, more than anything, I don’t want to fuck it up.

I’m sure every parent feels that way though. Luca’s mother probably thought she was doing everything she could for her son and look how he turned out. Diego is going to be an amazing father, I already know that, but what about me? My mother did her best to raise me but she was even more broken than I was after suffering the abuse of my father and there were so many days when just getting out of bed was too hard for her. Which left me to fend for myself, a lot. Once Ria came along, I was responsible for her as well but I was only three when she was born so it’s not like I had any idea what I was doing and it doesn’t feel like I have any more of a clue now.

The sound of gravel crunching echoes through the air and I open my eyes, looking out at the driveway as a red sedan pulls up in front of the house. I stand up, inching my way toward the door as a man steps out of the vehicle.

“Hey, Izzy.”

I squint against the late afternoon sunlight and let out a sigh when I recognize the face walking up the front steps. He’s the newest prospect brought on by the club a little over a year ago and I think his name is John or Joe… something like that.

“Hey,” I answer, scanning the yard like there is going to be some hidden threat. I know we’re safe on the compound but you can’t be too careful. My gaze falls to the large yellow envelope in his hand and I arch a brow. “What’s up?”

“Got some mail for you.” He holds the envelope up as he stops in front of me and I offer him a smile as I take it. My full name is printed across the front in large, clean letters as well as the address of the clubhouse. Back when my house was burnt to the ground, I had the post office start sending all my mail here and John/Joe is in charge of delivering all the mail to each house since the club doesn’t let the postal service come onto their land.

“Thanks.”