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"Fuck, Gwen. You're killing me."

"Please," I begged.

His hands tightened on my hips, fingers biting into the flesh and making me hiss. Then his cock was dragging out of my core and he was slamming back inside. His thrusts were hard and brutal.

They were exactly what I wanted. I cried out, moving with him, sinking into the pleasure wrapping around me. I was so full. He was everywhere. I could smell him, taste him, feel him, and hear him. There was no escaping him and I loved every second of it.

"Gwen, I'm so close," he grunted. He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing.

I cried out as his touch sent me hurtling over the edge. "Reed!" My pussy convulsed around his cock and then he was roaring my name, slamming his hips into mine, and holding me still as he exploded inside me.

Pleasure was so overwhelming that everything went white. The world around me fell away. My ears rang and there was nothing except the two of us.

"Jesus, Gwen," he murmured against my neck. He'd collapsed on top of me. His cock was still pulsing inside me. "Tell me again," he ordered.

I gave him a sleepy smile. "I love you."

He kissed me, wrapped me up in his arms and I fell asleep with the beating of his heart against my ear.

CHAPTER 32

Static

Jerking awake, I laid there breathing hard. Gwen was asleep in my arms, peaceful in her dreams for once. I should be doing the same. It was three a.m., and something had just occurred to my subconscious mind. I untangled myself from Gwen, who was wrapped around me like a vine, as gently as I could.

Getting out of bed, I crept through the apartment until I was out the door and standing in the hallway. Eyes narrowing, I turned and went down to the last door. The sound of me banging on the wood echoed, but I didn't care. This was important.

The door jerked open and Lockout glared at me. He was in sweats and that was it, chest bare, hair tousled, and a pissed off expression on his face. "Why?" he growled at me.

"We need to call church," I told him. If he glared at me any harder I was going to go up in flames. He wasn't getting much sleep these days, and guilt pricked at me because he looked wrecked. "This is important, Lock."

He sighed, squeezing the edge of the door where he was holding it. "Fine. Be down there in ten. I'm telling the others that this one is on you, though."

"Fair enough."

I went back to my own apartment and got dressed. After I spoke with the others, I was going to have to wake Gwen up. This could be the tipping point for us. We were all going to be missing some sleep.

Ten minutes later, everyone was shuffling into the meeting room, giving me dirty looks. Lock looked like he must have used his time to dump a gallon of coffee into himself because his eyes were focused and shrewd as he started church. "I know it's late-"

"It's early," Toxic grumbled.

"Whatever," Lock said, pinning him with a dark look. "Since we're here, we may as well go over a few things. Ruck and Kilo asked for more volunteers from their club to give us a hand. They showed earlier tonight. Priest worked with both men and they have come up with a schedule for guarding the apartment complex. The women know what's going on and they and their children will be sticking close until we give them the all clear. The Berserkers will be watching over our own families." He looked around, meeting each of our eyes. "Any problems with that?"

"No," Hush answered for the group. "We know these men. Know what they're capable of. The only way our families would be safer is if they were with us."

"Except we're about to confront Fremont," Butcher stated, "so we're not the safest place for them for now."

"Which is why we're going to take a few days and lock this place and the apartments down. We're going to make sure that there are no weak spots, and make sure that everyone designated for guard duty knows their schedule front and back. I won't have there be any fuck ups. Not when it means the safety of women and children," Lock said. "Once we have it all under control, we take the fight to Fremont. Whatever happens, we're ending this."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"I think I can help with that," I announced. Every eye shifted to me, and Lock nodded for me to continue. "Fremont is the one breaking into Gwen's house."

"We all sort of figured that after the storage locker was busted into," Ricochet said. "But...why?"

"What would make Fremont start doing something crazy like that now?" I asked.

Toxic sighed. "I thought you were here to tell us that. It's too fucking late for this."