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She pumped her hips forward and back, riding his hand and rubbing on his impressive cock. “I’d rather feel it inside me.”

In a heartbeat, his hand was gone, and he was tugging off his clothes. When his dick pressed against her moments later, only the thin silk of her panties separated them.

Looping her thumbs in the elastic, she slid the drenched material down her legs. His heated flesh was already sliding between her lips, teasing her with his thickness, and it took every drop of resolve she had to whisper, “Condom,” rather than impaling herself on his arousal.

A knock sounded at the front door.

Kane slid his tongue along her pulse. “Ignore it.” His fingers toyed with her from the front, as he continued to torment her with the promise of fulfillment from behind.

Another knock.

She groaned in frustration.

“Shh,” he murmured. “They’ll go away. Just—”

They both froze with the sound of the deadbolt turning.

“Kane. Why aren’t you answering the door, brother?”

No. Anyone but Scott.

Kane grabbed the comforter and yanked it up to cover their bodies seconds before his dickhead brother sauntered in the room. “You sleeping off a bender or—holy shit—you brought home a piece of ass last night?” The laughter died in his throat as his eyes met hers. The smile on his face twisted into something ugly. “Not just any piece of ass.Thepiece of ass.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “Your Highness.”

“You can let yourself out the same way you came in,” Kane growled.

“And miss the opportunity to catch up on old times?” He shook his head. “No way.” He parked himself on the foot of the bed. “So, have you managed to pull the stick out of your ass sometime in the past decade, or is it trapped up there forever?”

A vicious kick from Kane knocked him off the mattress, but he popped right back onto his feet with a dark chuckle. “C’mon now, little brother, you know I speak the truth. Getting ditched by Princess Bitch here was the best thing that ever happened to you. But maybe her tight ass is good for something you never told me about.”

Kane sprang from the bed and lunged at his brother. “Get the fuck out of here before I forget we’re family, Scott.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time, withherin the picture.” Despite his big talk, Scott backed out of the room, ducking Kane’s swing.

Both men completely ignored the fact Kane was stark naked. She could not. His physique was damn near perfect. Broad shoulders and sculpted arms framed a strong back that tapered down to his waist in a vee. The muscles in his ass flexed as he walked, and his legs had a thickness they didn’t carry years ago.

She barely even noticed the tattoos anymore, though the relatively empty expanse of skin on his back was a bit of a surprise. There was only…

For a moment her heart stopped. Then it started racing.

MANDY was written in thick, bold print across the expanse of his back. Each letter looked to be the size of her palm, and the word stretched over his shoulder blades.

Distantly, she heard raised voices echo from the next room. Kane was pissed; Scott sounded like he was mocking him. But she couldn’t focus on their words.

How long had he had it?

Why? Why would he do such a thing?

Even as she asked herself the questions, she knew the answers.

He loved her. He’d always loved her. Even when she broke his heart. Even now. She knew it like she knew her own name. Like she knew the sun would rise every morning and set every night. Kane Hale was as constant as the northern star. And she was so very ashamed she’d ever doubted him.

The club was not who he was, and even if it took time for him to figure it out, she knew it now. She’d wait.

When he returned to the room, the full-frontal view wiped out all ability to think. There were no tattoos on his torso, only muscular pecs and washboard abs, both dusted with dark hair. His dick hung heavy between his legs, all signs of arousal gone, but still impressive.

His gruff voice snapped her attention up to his face. “I’m so fucking sorry. He should have never spoken to you like that.” His eyes darkened. “Or seen you like this.”

Crap. She was naked too. At least the blanket covered most of her. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known what would happen.”