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“That's it, baby,” I tell her, stroking her clit again with my tongue. “Give it to me.”

My fingers turn and hook up, making sure to massage that sensitive place inside her. Her hips thrust against my face harder, and I know she’ll have marks from my facial hair on her inner thighs for days.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants after I push her into her orgasm, her little body riding out the waves against my tongue and lips. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen in my life with her hair messy, her skin flushed pink, and wearing patches of red from the bites I gave her skin. Lyric is a damn miracle and I feel nothing but triumph that I made her come that hard.

Her legs fall to the sides, still shaking. I stand and wrap her body in my arms, cradling her while her heartbeats even out. Lyric clings to me the whole time. I pull back only a fraction to take my T-shirt off and place it over her head, pulling it down her body, when I see her skin pebbled from the chilled air. She leans forward and places a kiss on my jaw, her eyes blinking up at me.

“I was supposed to make you breakfast,” she jokes, and her voice sounds raspy.

My fingers brush her loose hair off her face, and I smirk at her. “You did feed me, baby.”

Her hand smacks my chest, but she’s smiling. “Don’t be cute. For real. You got home late. You need to eat and get some rest today, Street.”

My eyes meet her baby blues and I see the warmth and concern in them. I know she was the one that made sure I was comfortable on the couch. Something in my chest aches and pulls, filling with emotions I only feel when I’m with her. I wish we were just having a lazy day and that all we had to do was lounge on the couch, maybe take a ride up the scenic trail. I want nothing more than to have that sense of family and peace, a home with Lyric. I’d let her make me breakfast, I’d feed her dinner, and laugh with her every night.

I have to tell her about Deveroix. That I found him, that he’s closer than I want him to be. Planning with my club needs to take place to execute him, so Lyric never has to worry anymore. So Stella and her baby never have to worry that he’s going to find them. There are so many plans and things that need to get done, and I’m caving to the soft eyes and the yearning to be cared for by Lyric. The woman I want but that I don’t deserve. Never in this lifetime will I be able to make up for what I did to her back then, but I’ve never been more determined to try.

Leaning forward, I kiss her gently, and her eyes widen in surprise, a small smile on her lips. “Okay, baby.” I help her off the counter and when she bends to retrieve her panties and shorts, I slap her ass cheek.

Lyric jumps and a little scream escapes before she starts laughing. “Colt!”

I hold my hands up in surrender, not even sorry about it, and the way her ass cheek jiggled made me hard all over again. “Not even sorry, Lyric.”

“Just go do something,” she tells me, shooing me from the kitchen.

“I’m going. Start making my breakfast, woman.” I wink at her and she scoffs, still with a beautiful smile on her face.

My legs collapse back on the couch and I grab my phone. I need the day with my girl. Tonight, I’ll gather my brothers and detail out the plan. Tomorrow, I’ll break the news to Lyric. As much as I want to keep her in the dark, I know she won’t accept it. She’ll be pissed as hell if she doesn’t know what is happening. I’ll tell her as much as I can, but not enough to ever put her in danger. I won’t lie to her about what I’m doing or where I’m going, but she will be staying here where my club can protect her. Deveroix is a creature of habit, and as much as he wants my girl to pay, he won’t act unless he thinks he can win. And right now, he’s operating in the dark, not knowing where she is. I want him to feel reckless so he fucks up. That will be the easiest way for me to get in quietly and take him down. Everything is coming to an end very soon.

Chapter 21

Lyric

Something is wrong. After Colt gave me one of the best orgasms of my life yesterday—I still can’t look at the counter without blushing today—he seemed more closed off this morning.

We spent yesterday together, and he bordered on the line of being clingy. It was amazing and perfect, just to be him and me all day. He didn’t tell me no to anything, and we literally spent the day on the couch, then in the bedroom, where he spent the entire night inside me. Even when he thought I was asleep, I felt him slide his cock back inside me. Not moving, not looking for pleasure, but just to sleep. I’ve never had this level of intimacy with anyone before, and I’m not sure if it's normal or if it's because something is happening. I can feel it. My intuition about Colt has almost always been right.

He left right after we ate breakfast with a single kiss to my head, demanding I set the alarm behind him. I did, of course, but he doesn’t know that I saw the way he walked angrily to his truck or the way his jaw was locked tight as he drove away. Gone was the carefreeness he had with me just a few hours ago. Since thestart of my captivity here, in his house, he has often left to check in with the club and do business, but today felt different.

Anxiety sparks in my veins and it feels difficult to breathe. I jog to the office and pull up the monitors, my eyes searching over every inch of field, trees, and yard. There’s nothing. I feel somewhat more relieved. I want Colt to come back. He said he’d be gone three hours, and I know they will be the longest hours of my life.

I move upstairs and decide to take a bath. I lost count of the orgasms Colt gave me last night with his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. He had only been gone for one day, but my body missed him, needed him just as much as he needed me. My thighs, my pussy, and my back are deliciously sore today though. After dropping a bath bomb in, I grab my coffee cup and step in, sucking in air when the hot water touches my sensitive toes, before sitting down completely. Even as the water laps at my skin and eases the tension in my muscles, I can’t help but worry.

After the bath, I try everything else I can to keep my mind occupied. I clean up around the house, vacuum, paint my toenails, and check in with my mom, Camryn and Pose this time. My little sister is not impressed that I waited so long to tell her about reconnecting with Colt. She was little when we dated, and I wasn’t even sure if she knew or saw how much of an impact our breakup had on me. Apparently, Momma had her own ideas though and told Pose about it before I could.

It’s a little after two and I just finished making a taco salad when I hear the door open and the alarm being reset. Colt has been gone longer than he had planned, and I was starting to worry but had no way to contact him.

“Lyric,” Colt calls my name and my heart flutters.

“In here,” I tell him, grabbing my bowl and heading to the kitchen table.

He stalks in a few seconds later, his eyes roaming over me. He’s only been gone a few hours. A hint of a smile plays on my lips.

“Want me to make you one?” I point at my salad. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be home, but I can fix you one now.”

Colt sighs and runs his hands through his hair and over his face. “Nah, I’m good, babe.” He sits next to me and his fingers clasp in front of his body on the table. The silence hangs heavily in the air.

Placing my fork down, I hold his gaze. “What's going on?”