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  Mila writhed against my mouth. I considered withholding and making her greedy pussy wait for my cock, but she looked so damn gorgeous when she came. Besides, I loved unraveling her, and couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked until she grabbed my head and held me where she wanted me, so she could fuck my face.

  When she finished, I gave her a few minutes to recover while I kissed my way back up her body.

  “That was…” she breathed deeply, “So good. Do you like it when the flavor explodes over your tongue?”

  I laughed. “Do I ever.”

  “How’s your back?”

  “Good.” Since the stabbing, a doctor had reached out to me with a new disk treatment she wanted to try on my spine. I wasn’t optimistic, but I’d agreed to give it a try. So far, the treatments had been increasing my mobility and decreasing the number and intensity of flare ups. I was still in constant pain, but it had leveled out into something I could handle.

  Which was super important when I had a naked beauty on my countertop, waiting to be fucked.

  “I’m solid.”

  She reached down to stroke my cock. “Yeah you are. That’s some quality andouille right there.”

  Chuckling, I took her lips with mine and lined myself up at her entrance. I drove home, and Mila moaned into my mouth. Her wet heat enveloped me. I’d never fucked without protection before, and it was a goddamn game changer. I felt everything, every soft, luxurious inch of her channel. Taking a breath, I stilled to give us both a moment to enjoy the sensation.

  Flashing me one hell of a wicked grin, Mila squeezed me inside of her.

  Stars danced behind my eyes as I tried to keep myself from coming. “Don’t. Squeeze. The. Sausage,” I warned.

  She laughed and did it again. “Why not? I wanna see what happens.”

  She wanted to torment me, did she? I licked my fingers and dipped them down between us to attack her clit. Two could play that game. Her eyes widened as I pinched her clit between my fingers before rubbing them back and forth.

  “Not fair,” she breathed, leaning back on her hands to give me better access.

  “Did I somehow give you the impression I play fair?” I asked. Some of the sensitivity had worn off, so I begin to rock against her, driving myself in deeper. “Don’t make me bring out my uniform.”

  Between my ministrations to her clit, how I filled her pussy, and the threat of using her weakness against her, she had no response.

  That’s what I thought.

  God, the sight of her undid me. Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back, giving me the most amazing view of her body. I still couldn’t believe she’d stayed. While I was recovering, every time I opened my eyes, she was by my bedside. Now, I’d healed, but she still hadn’t left my side. I intended to do everything in my power to make sure she never wanted to.

  I’d take a thousand knives for her.

  “Mila, look at me,” I said.

  Hooded eyes watched me as I continued to work her body.

  “I don’t play fair; I play for keeps. I love you.” It wasn’t the first time I’d declared my feelings for her, but it felt like the most important. Our life was changing quickly, and I needed her to know I was all in.

  “I know.” Her eyes brightened with unshed tears. “I love you too.”

  I drove harder and sped up my attack on her clit until I drove us both over the edge. Then I carried her to the bedroom, and we climbed into bed and held each other. She drifted off, and I watched her sleep, completely in awe of the turn my life had taken.

  Mila and I were finally home.

  Afterword

  Although Unleashing Hound’s storyline is fiction, Hound is based on a good friend of mine who has elected to share the details of his injuries and backstory with us. I hope this tale has encouraged you as much as it has inspired me to watch the real Hound as he rose above his circumstances, fell in love, and became an awesome husband and father.

  He asked me to share the following message:

  Sometimes the motivation and the will to live is lacking. However, if you look hard enough, there is always something for everyone. Find what you love, and "protect it.” You swore to do so, so uphold that oath. Carry your commitment into your personal life, and you'll find the meaning that you've been looking for.

  Also by Harley Stone

  Thank you so much for reading The Dead Presidents MC: Books 1-3. I hope you’ve enjoyed the journey. Please take a moment to write a review. They only require twenty words and help me tremendously. I appreciate your support!

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  Also, be sure to check out my other books:

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  Link’d Up: Dead Presidents MC #1

  Wreaking Havoc: Dead Presidents MC #2

  Trapping Wasp: Dead Presidents MC #3

  Landing Eagle: Dead Presidents MC #4

  Tap’d Out: Dead Presidents MC #5

  Breaking Spade: Dead Presidents MC #6

  Betting on Stocks: Dead Presidents MC #7

  Unleashing Hound: Dead Presidents MC #8

  Rescuing Mercy: Dead Presidents MC Spin-off

  Dom’s Ascension: Mariani Crime Family #1

  Making Angel: Mariani Crime Family #2

  Breaking Bones: Mariani Crime Family #3

  Jake: Sinners & Saints #1 (with Piper Davenport)

  Asher: Sinners & Saints #2 (with Piper Davenport)

  About the Author

  International bestselling author Harley Stone is a lover of animals, books, dark chocolate, and red wine. She's always up for a good adventure (real or fictional), and when she's not building imaginary worlds, she's dipping her toes into reality in southwest Washington with her husband and their boys.

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  Acknowledgments

  This book would have never become a reality without the help and support of so many people. Special thanks to my husband, Meltarrus, our boys, and all my friends and family for letting me off the hook when I daydreamed storyline and dialog during our conversations.

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  Andrew D’Alessio, your contribution to this book has been greater than anything I ever could have asked for. Thank you for trusting me with your story.

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  Thank you, Jackson Jackson, for creating the cover template.

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  Huge thanks to the incredible Gail Goldie, who saw this first and saved the rest of the world from having to read most of my mistakes. Also, thanks to my fabulous friend Nicole Phoenix for her content edits, suggestions, and encouragement. Thank you, beta and ARC readers for your edits, support, and love.

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  And, thank you, reader, for embarking on this journey with me!