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  “Yes, Saint. Don’t stop.”

  “Never. I’m never fucking stopping. Not until you’ve had your fill, beautiful.”

  I slipped her leg over my shoulder and watched her eyes bulged. I chuckled with relief, watching her enjoy herself as I showered her with attention. With affection. Her walls clung desperately to me. Milking my cock and begging for its end. I ground my curls against her clit, watching her chest jump with ragged breaths. Her skin flushed. Her legs contracted. I slipped her other leg over my shoulder and folded her in half. I fucked her into that mattress like I’d wanted to for years. I made love to her in ways I’d only done in my dreams.

  And with every inch of my cock her pussy swallowed, I proclaimed my love for her.

  “I love you. I love you. Amberly. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go. Fucking hell, I love you so much.”

  She cupped my cheeks, pulling my face back down to hers. She crashed her lips against mine, whimpering as her entire body pulled taut. She shook against me, her walls growing wild with fervent delight. They swelled against the vein of my cock, causing my hips to stutter as my balls pulled up into my body.

  Ready to release the love I had for her into the wells of her gorgeous form.

  “That’s it. That’s it. There we go. Squeeze that cock.”

  “It—feels—so—good—”

  It was the best compliment she could’ve paid me. It made me so happy to hear those words that tears rushed my eyes. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in as she tucked herself against me. And as her pussy exploded around me, showering me in her juices, my cock responded to her.

  With thread after thread of hot, precious arousal filling her until she collapsed.

  “Oh, my gosh,” she gasped.

  I kissed her flushed chest, holding myself up on trembling arms as my cock slid from between her legs. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down against her as my face tumbled into the valley of her breasts. I kept kissing her. Kept nibbling against her skin. As she stroked my hair, still panting for air, I pressed my ear against her heartbeat. I felt it racing. Keeping time with my own as I drew in her scent through my nose.

  “I love you, too,” she whispered.

  I looked up, unsure that I’d heard her right.

  “What was that?” I asked.

  And when she giggled, my heart leapt with delight.

  “I love you, too, Saint.”

  I rushed up her body, capturing her lips. It was all I could do. I couldn't stop kissing the damn woman. She giggled as we rolled over, her body resting on top of mine. I tucked her head underneath my chin as I stroked her hair, cherishing the rest of this moment as much as I could.

  Because all too soon, I knew I’d have to end it.

  “Amberly?” I asked.

  “Hmm?” she hummed tiredly.

  “I need to go speak with the guys soon.”

  “Why?”

  “I need to tell them what’s going on—at the very least, Diesel—so we can come up with a plan on what to do.”

  “That sounds like a good idea.”

  She let out a massive yawn that made me smile before I slid her off to the side. I kissed her forehead and tucked some hair behind her ear. Then, I slid the covers over her naked body. I smoothed my fingertips up and down her back, watching as her eyes slid closed. Watching as she drifted off to sleep.

  Then, I made my getaway.

  After cleaning myself up and putting my clothes back on, I went in search of Diesel. I wasn’t sure how to tell the entire group at once. But someone needed to know what the fuck was going on. All of it. Front to fucking back. I inched the bedroom door closed, making sure not to make too much noise. But once it was closed, I strode down the hallway. I tore through the clubhouse. I checked every room and every space on the porch before finally finding Diesel out in the parking lot. Lounging against his bike.

  Staring off at the horizon.

  “We need to talk,” I said.

  He didn’t even flinch as my voice filled the air.

  “Amberly, I take it?” he asked.

  “I need to tell you about what happened today.”

  “I’ve already talked to Ryker, if that’s what you’re here about.”

  I paused. “It shortens my story but doesn’t negate it.”

  And that was when Diesel slowly turned toward me.

  “What the fuck happened at that damn restaurant?” he asked.

  “Amberly has a son. Mason. They’re using the boy as leverage to keep her in their claws. Today was the first time she’s held or seen her son in person in three years.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “Yeah. It’s messed up. Vlad made her agree to staying with us in order to get information to report back to him. Information Lars wants to know on us.”

  “Doesn’t shock me. Ryker theorized something similar to that,” he said.

  “She agreed to it until Vlad spotted the two of us. And now, Amberly’s convinced she heard Vlad say that the deal was off.”

  “And since you two don’t have this kid of hers, I take it he’s with Vlad again.”

  “Ours,” I said.

  Diesel leveled his eyes with me. “What?”

  “This kid of ours. Mason’s my son, Diesel.”

  He paused. “The hookup from high school.”

  I nodded. “Yep. She got pregnant. She went back to her parents to tell them the news, hoping they’d take her back, and they doubled-down. She had nowhere to go, and somewhere along the way she stumbled onto Vlad. A man willing to take on a woman and a kid that wasn’t his own. He romanced her for a while, but things got bad. So, Mason became a pawn to get her to work for them in this entire shitshow we’ve stumbled across and busted.”

  “So, she ran to get to her son.”

  “And as angry as I know you guys are at her right now, I can’t blame her for that.”

  “None of us can. It’s what we’d all do for our kids. But the question is, what side of the fence does she stand on now?” he asked.

  “Ours. One hundred percent,” I said.

  “And you’re sure about that?”

  “I love her. And she loves me. We’re a fucking family, Diesel. Like you and Brynn. She’s on our side.”

  “Love.”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  He sighed, puffing out his cheeks. “You know not all the guys are gonna believe that.”

  “Then, I’ll stand up to the lot of them. I mean, I’m sorry. But if Bear’s girl is considered family? Then Amberly’s really family. Because this is my kid we’re talking about. The mother of my child. Flesh and fucking blood.”

  “I get it. I get it. You don’t have to sell me on it. What I’m saying is that this club has suffered a great deal. Many different waves have come through here, and we still aren’t done fighting Lars. It’s gonna take more than this to convince them she’s on our side. Especially since she admitted to taking a deal that double-crossed us.”

  “For our kid, Diesel. I have no doubt in my mind she would have told me about that plan even if things hadn’t gone south.”

  “But you don’t know that.”

  “Of course, I know that!” I exclaimed.

  Diesel pushed himself off his bike. “Lower that voice and talk to me like a man.”

  “I’m trying, but you’re making it hard.”

  “Because you have a hard case to prove. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “Amberly was there for Sutton. You heard it straight from Cage’s girl’s mouth. Amberly protected her. Threw herself in harm’s way to keep Sutton out of it. She compromised the only out she had from the mafia for the past six or seven fucking years to go after her kid. Her son. Not them. Not the lifestyle. Not Vlad. But her son. She stayed with the mafia for the safety of her son. She’s done everything they’ve asked for the safety of her son. If that doesn’t show loyalty in the right places, I don’t know what you fucking want from a mother or a woman who hasn’t known S
utton more than a few weeks. She knew where to put her loyalty even before she knew who Sutton was connected to. Even after Sutton admitted to us that she told Amberly who she was. She knew to side with Sutton. She knew to protect Sutton. She knew to stick up for Sutton. Not the mafia. Not Vlad. Not anyone else. But Sutton and Mason.”

  I drew in a few panted breaths before I squared my shoulders at our president.

  “And if that doesn’t show you exactly where her loyalties lie? Then, that sounds like a fucking personal problem to me, boss.”

  I heard a slow clap behind me and whipped around. And my eyes laid directly onto Toxin. He stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face, the rest of the guys standing behind him.

  “What the—”

  “That’s a hell of an argument,” Rock said.

  “I don’t think I’ve seen someone stand up to Diesel like that in a while,” Grave said.

  “Nice balls, Saint,” Ryker said, chuckling.

  My eyes darted around to all of the guys before I turned to face Diesel.

  “How long have they been standing there?” I asked.

  “Since, ‘Ryker theorized something similar,’” Diesel said, chuckling.

  “Way to sneak up on us, guys,” I murmured.

  “Hey, we know how to keep our feet light,” Knox said.

  “And just to let you know, we agree with you,” Bear said.

  “Same here,” Cage said.

  “No kid’s gonna suffer on our watch,” Brewer said.

  “So, we help Amberly and you get your son back. That’s now priority. Lars will fall, but only after our families are safe. Deal?” Diesel asked.

  “Deal,” the men behind me said.

  And as all eyes fell onto me, I smiled.

  “Deal,” I said.

  “Good. Because I need to go talk to Amberly. I think I heard her rummaging about in the clubhouse already. I need a description of the vehicle Vlad was driving so I can start up the traffic camera feeds,” Rock said.

  “She might still be sleeping, actually,” I said.

  Then, I saw Amberly step out onto the porch.

  “Looks like you didn’t do your job right,” Toxin said with a smirk.

  “Really? That joke, right now?” I asked.

  “Do your job better and there won’t be a joke to make,” he said.

  And as the guys smirked, I found myself chuckling. Just a bit. Small enough to relieve a bit of tension as Rock headed for the porch. I saw her eyes looking out toward me. And even from a distance, I saw the hesitancy on her face. So, I held up my thumb. Signaling to her that all was good.

  Then, her entire body relaxed against the porch railing as she and Rock began to talk.

  24

  Amberly

  “Hey there,” I said softly.

  “Don’t be scared. I just need to ask you a few questions about Vlad’s car,” he said.

  I looked back over at Saint and he gave me a thumbs up. But part of me was still wary of the situation.

  “You—you guys talked?” I asked.

  He nodded. “We did. We understand the full story now. And with that, we can help you. But we have to be quick. The car he was driving.”

  “So, everyone’s just… okay with this?”

  He paused. “This crew has been through a lot. We’ve got a lot of families that popped up out of nowhere. But, yes. Everyone’s okay with what’s going on. We want to help. So, you need to work with me, okay? Prioritize.”

  I shook my head. “Yes. Okay. The car. Um, Vlad drives a crimson red SUV. It’s got fully tinted windows all around. Chrome accents, like his car handles and the gas tank door or whatever. It’s got a sunroof that’s always open, unless it’s raining. And he listens to nothing but classical music while he’s in the car.”

  “Do you, by any chance, know his license plate number?”

  “Um… I know the first three letters are ‘VLD.’ He always gets that personalized. I don’t know any other part of it, though. I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “No need. You’ve given me more than enough to go on. I’m gonna get in here and get started tracking down his car. Figure out where it’s been, and where it might be.”

  “Ho-how are you going to do that?”

  He grinned. “Hacking into the traffic cameras, of course.”

  I watched the massive man—I think his name is Rock?—walk into the house. And once he was gone, I whipped back around to face the men still in the parking lot. They all started walking for me, Saint included. And as I pulled a random cardigan I’d found around my body, they all walked up onto the porch.

  “We’ll get your boy back.”

  “Glad to have you on our side.”

  “We haven’t seen Saint smile this much in a long time. Keep it that way.”

  “Glad you’re okay.”

  “We’ll find him. Don’t worry.”

  Their words were kind. But I had no idea how it was so easy for them to just… forgive me. I mean, I was glad Saint had that conversation with them without me. Because that meant I didn’t have to stare down another hoard of men again. Especially since the idea brought back too many ugly memories I didn’t want to sift through right now. But part of me wondered if I was strong enough to stand at Saint’s side.

  I mean, if I couldn't be with him during an important conversation—like revealing we had a son together—did I have the bravery to withstand this kind of a life with him?

  Did I even have a choice?

  Am I underestimating myself?

  “You okay?”

  Diesel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I nodded.

  “I—I think so,” I said.

  “Rock’s working on tracking down Vlad’s car right now. Once we figure out at least where the man’s been, we can start retracing his steps. Looking for clues that might lead us to where your son is.”

  “And you guys aren’t—”

  I sighed and closed my eyes, unable to speak the words. Diesel put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed softly, prompting me to look up at him. Saint approached my side, his warm, comforting hand falling to the small of my back. And when Diesel smiled, the smallest bit of relief flooded my gut.

  “No. We aren’t upset. We aren’t wary. We aren’t questioning anything. If anything, we’re in work mode. We’ve got a kid to save. So, it’s all hands on deck until we get Mason back,” he said.

  Tears flooded my eyes. “Thank you.”

  “Anything for family, Amberly. Anything for you, Saint, and that precious boy we’re going to get back.”

  “Thank you so much,” I said breathlessly.

  Saint wrapped his arm around me as Diesel patted my shoulder. He walked on inside, leaving Saint and myself alone on the porch. I trembled as I fell against him, letting tears of fear slide down my cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head as he slowly moved us over to some rocking chairs on the porch.

  “Here. Sit down. Take a load off,” he said.

  “I’m so worried, Saint. Mason’s… he’s…”

  “Our son will be all right. I promise you, if there’s anyone on this planet capable of finding him and retrieving him, it’s us.”

  “How are you not scared?”

  “What makes you think I’m not scared?”

  “You… you stand so strong. So sure of yourself. You don’t cry. You don’t break down. You’re not weak like me.”

  He cupped my cheeks with his hands and drew my eyes to his. Staring me down as he turned his whole body toward me.

  “You’re not weak, Amberly. You’ve survived. And survivors aren’t weak. You’re going against everything you’ve known for the past seven years because of the safety of our child. That isn’t weakness. That’s the strength of a mother. The strength of a bull going after its children. You fought for your life, and now you’re fighting for his. And that makes you stronger than any of us in this fucking clubhouse.”

  I whimpered before I thrust myself forward,
capturing his lips with mine. His hand gravitated to the back of my head, holding me there as our tongues explored one another’s mouths. He scooted his rocking chair closer to mine. I still ended up in his lap, though. He leaned back, rocking us gently as his arm wrapped around behind me. With my arms sliding around his neck.

  Then, we sat there in silence. Until…

  “Will you tell me about him?” Saint asked.

  I paused. “About Mason?”

  “What’s he like? What does he like to do? Does he have any food allergies? Does he enjoy sports?”

  I smiled softly. “He um… no. No food or medicinal allergies. Though, he doesn’t like peaches.”

  “Don’t blame him. The texture’s weird.”

  I giggled. “He’s got an equal mixture of our eyes, too. They never fully changed over after he turned five. He was born with your icy blue eyes. But some flakes of brown crept in after he turned five. They haven’t ever fully changed over, so he’s got blue and brown eyes.”

  “I bet they’re beautiful, Amberly.”

  I swallowed hard. “They’re perfection.”

  “Tell me more. Anything. Everything. What does he smell like?”

  I giggled. “Like sweaty baby boy and talcum powder. And he’s got my freckles across his nose. They wrinkle up when he laughs. Oh! And he’s a silent laugher. When he really gets going? All sound mutes itself.”

  “I’d say I can’t wait to hear it someday, but…”

  I laughed as I swatted at him, watching as his eyes found mine. Such desperation. Such anticipation to meet his own son. It made me sick with guilt that I’d hid this from him. That I never went back. That I never told him.

  “We can’t change the past, but we’re here now. That’s all that matters,” Saint said.

  “How can you be so kind to me right now?” I asked softly.