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The start of you and me.

Oh, I liked the sound of that. I liked it a lot. But I’d grown up in the club, and I knew exactly what he was up against.

So I pushed. “What about Drew?”

Jax didn’t even flinch. “I’ll handle Denali.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?”

My brother loved me. I knew that, but I also knew what he was capable of when he thought someone had crossed a line. I’d seen men carried out of the clubhouse for a lot less than sleeping with his baby sister.

“I’m not worried about your brother,” he said, and then he rolled again, onto his back this time, taking me with him so I was straddling his hips.

Oh.

“Are you sore?” he asked, his big hands settling on my thighs.

I shook my head. “No,” I lied.

“Good.” His lips tipped up. “You can ride me.”

Heat flooded my face. Then it flooded everywhere else.

“I don’t…” I swallowed. “I don’t know how.”

“I know you don’t.” His hands slid up to my hips, and he lifted me like I weighed nothing, lining himself up. “I’ll teach you.”

He eased me down slowly, and my mouth fell open at the stretch. It burned, just a little, but underneath the burn was something so much better.

“Breathe, Sweets.”

I breathed.

When my ass finally met his thighs, we both groaned.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “Look at you. Takin’ all of me.”

I looked down at where we were joined and whimpered. It was obscene. It was perfect.

“Move your hips, baby.”

I did. Awkwardly at first, not sure what I was doing, but then I tipped forward and something inside me lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh!”

“There it is.” His fingers dug into my hips. “Again.”

I did it again.

And again.

My hair fell forward around us, and his eyes stayed glued to my face like he was memorizing every single thing I did.

“Jax,” I panted.

“I know, baby. I feel it.”

He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, and that was all it took. I came apart on top of him, crying out, my nails leaving little half-moons in his chest.