No, notwantedto belong.Idobelong to him.
And when he pushes my thighs apart and fits his cock against my entrance, I stare up into his hazel eyes and tell him the truth.
“I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.”
“Me either, baby. Not until I met you.”
With that, he sinks inside me, stretching me wide, and I arch my back to take him deeper. I want everything he has. Everything he is.
Cannon grips my upper arms and lifts them above my head, threading our fingers together as he pounds into me. Thrust after thrust, he hits my G-spot, and the orgasm builds inside me until I’m teetering on the edge.
“I’m going to come. I can’t—”
“Wait. Wait for me. Together. We go together.”
He releases one hand and uses his to lift my ass higher, and he powers inside. His thumb finds my clit and with one touch, I’m lost.
“Now,” he says.
The orgasm tears through me as Cannon roars my name.
“Memphis.”
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Icould stay like this forever, still inside Memphis, my head resting near enough to hear her every heartbeat.
But I know I have to get up, and I’ve never resented a responsibility more. Then I remind myself that once this is all over, everyone I love will be safe. That alone gives me the energy to rise from the bed.
Memphis lifts her head to look at me. “Is it time?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s time. Hold on, though. I’ll bring you a towel.”
I clean myself off in the bathroom and bring her a washcloth dampened with warm water so she can clean up.
While she’s taking care of herself, I head out into the small living room to retrieve our clothes. I’ve got them in my hands when I see an open book with a picture of Giancarlo Rossetti taped to a page. It’s on the chair in the corner, resting on top of the laptop that must have come from Dom’s office.
“What the hell is this?” I ask the empty room, picking up what I now realize is a leather journal.
The bed creaks, and Memphis pokes her head out into the living room. “What?”
She comes toward me to take the clothes I hold out to her, and I flash the cover at her.
“Well ... when I started asking questions about the feud, Benny gave it to me. He said all the names were changed, and from what I’ve read so far, it’s like a mob history lesson and then an insider’s account of the feud between the Cassos and the Rossettis.”
“Benny fucking wrote this? Jesus Christ. Dom would kill him if he knew.”If he weren’t already dying,I add silently.
I drop the journal onto the chair and pull on my pants, but I freeze with my fingers on the button of my slacks when the book flops open to a black-and-white photo of a woman.
And not just any woman.
My heartbeat kicks up and blood roars in my ears as I stare down at Memphis. I jerk my head up to her face.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, stilling with both arms shoved through the sleeves of her shirt.
I look down at the picture and back at her. “Why the fuck is there a picture of you in this book?”