"Cum inside me," she murmured.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started fucking her as hard as ever. The mounting sensation built up towards a growing clash. I knew it wouldn't be long now, and my resistance was weakening with every thrust...

"I'm getting close," I groaned again.

The animalistic lust in what we were doing overcame me. Fueled by paternal need, I thrust harder into her welcoming body, overwhelming Sarah with my furious passion.

Passion for her...

Passion for the baby...

With a mighty roar, I drove myself as far into her as I could, my hands firmly grasping her body. The building pressure in my thick cock released with a tremendous burst of brain chemicals, flooding my head with the best damn mixed drink that the world could offer.

Sarah gasped and tightened up as I felt rope after blinding rope of my seed pump into her willing depths. I could feel her own crushing climax as she convulsed around my cock, drawing out every last drop of my essense. She dropped to the bed moaning loudly after several long seconds of insane sexual tension.

"Good god, Hunter," she murmured as I collapsed down into the bed with her. "That was... Incredible..."

She turned to me, her beautiful eyes sparkling with something so gorgeous that it made my head fucking spin.

"I love you, Hunter."

A smile crept across my lips, with confidence and security enveloping my heart and filling my chest. "Sarah... I love you too."

I wanted the world to freeze right there.

I wanted the feeling to last forever.

It was just such a goddamn shame that it couldn't, because it wasn't much longer before everything started falling the fuck apart.

9.

Hunter

Five Days Later

No matter the amount of sex we had which was a lot, given her raised sex drive Sarah had grown frustrated with how slowly we were making headway on the case. I hadn't heard from my Outlaw yet, and her own efforts were turning up little to zilch.

While she was taking a drive to clear her head, Hannah and I spent a little while kicked back in the Devil's Dragons headquarters bar and drinking a few beers.

I hadn't really thought much about it before, but Sarah and Hannah were the two most important women in my fucking life. It was nothing short of a goddamn miracle to have them both back with me at last.

"That might be the sweetest damn thing I've ever heard, little brother," Hannah smiled as she clinked beer bottles with me.

"I mean it," I replied.

She chuckled, placing the lip of the beer bottle back to her mouth. After a quick swig, my sister patted me on the thigh. "Yeah, well... here's to family reunions. May we never be far apart again."

I raised my beer, but her words began to nag at me... I felt like it was time to rip off the bandage and get down to things.

"Hannah... why did you leave?"

Her eyes darkened for a moment, and she turned away with a sigh. "Hunter... we've talked about this..."

"You told me you had to go find yourself."

"And I did," she responded coolly.

"I know that there's more to it than that I haven't seen you in eight years. Hannah, I lost both you and Sarah around the same time... months apart. I need to know why."

Hannah's shoulders fell, her hair falling to shield her face from me. When she turned back, her eyes were as cold as steel.

"The cartel changed me, Hunter. The things that I saw, the things that I knew were going to happen to me... I'm not the same girl you remember from when we were growing up."

"Bullshit," I told her.

"Excuse me?" She looked offended.

"You've been here almost a week, Hannah. I've had plenty of time to see who you are."

I reached forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. "You're tougher now, hard-edged, but you're still the same goddamn woman you were before they got you."

Her eyes focused on mine, piercing down into my very soul. I watched her search for any gap in my convictions until she finally pulled back, taking another swig of beer.

"You mean that, don't you?"

"I do," I replied.

She glanced down. "Maybe I'm not as convinced as you are, Hunter..."

"That's okay," I smiled softly, patting her on the shoulder. "I took care of you before, and I can do the same now. You will always know where to find me when you need me."

"I can take care of myself now," she grinned, a pinch of her old mischievousness slinking back into her eyes.

"Is that so?"

"Want me to prove it?"

I waved forward. "Be my guest."

Hannah downed the rest of her beer and stood up, her boots hitting the floorboards hard. She scanned the room for the toughest looking biker around, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's spar. You and me."

The biker glanced up. His name was Victor he was with us on our ride into Juarez. This man trusted me with his life, and I trusted him with mine...

"Boss?" He glanced over my way. I could see the concern on his face. He wasn't looking to hurt a woman.

I raised my glass. "I think maybe you should humor the girl..."

Victor climbed off of his bar stool and gave Hannah a quick smirk. "A spar? What, you into street-fighting?"

"I like punishment," Hannah shrugged. "Just promise you won't go easy on me."

I followed the two of them outside, still swirling half my beer while the rest of the Dragons exchanged glances and trailed behind. They fanned out in a half-circle around the front of the bar as Victor and Hannah took the center, a few strides apart.

Standing along the center of the circle, I took another swig from my beer bottle.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's see what you can"

She dove forward with a punch, hitting Victor along the jaw. He staggered back half a step before shaking his head and dodging a quick jab.

"You're tougher than you look!" He laughed.

"Shut up and fucking hit me," Hannah grinned impishly, fists up, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet.

Victor glanced over my way.

"She's a big girl," I shrugged. "Take her out. When she double-taps, that's it."

"If you say so, boss," my Dragon grinned as he assumed a relaxed stance, fists raised at the ready.

"You're never going to hit me like that."

"No?" Victor chuckled. "I've been in more brawls than you can imagine, little girl."

"Then you've had plenty of time to learn the wrong form," Hannah smiled. "Looks like years of bad practice under your belt. You've got pretty fucking terrible posture."

"You've got spunk, kid," Victor chuckled.

Hannah didn't back down, and simply smiled.

"Go ahead. Try and hit me."

Victor ignored her goading and stayed defensive, waiting for her to try to lash out again. He began circling around, and she followed suit, until they were two animals prowling a cage.

"Well, this is interesting..."

"Dammit, Grizz!" I flinched, not realizing my quiet, solemn second-in-command was at my side. "You've always fucking sneaking up on me like that! Give a fucker some warning..."

He ignored my complaints, his pale eyes focused straight ahead on the two sparring partners. "She's not wrong. Her form is better. Your sister knows what she is doing."

"You think so?" I turned forward again.

"Hannah is going to destroy him. You should call this off."

"If she's as good as you seem to think," I smiled confidently, "then I have got to see this shit for myself."

Grizz shook his head.

Victor abandoned the defensive tactics and dove forward with a quick jab. Hannah dodged effortlessly, switching to defense, and allowed him to throw a few more punches her way.

The biker hopped backwards, but Hannah matched his moves and hopped forward, launching a strong kick to his abdomen that winded him in an instant.

The Devil's Dragons rose in a cacophony of cheering and jeering. Most of them were panning Victor, while a small vocal minority had taken up behind Hannah.

"You kicked me?"

"I said 'sparring,'" Hannah clarified with a smile. "Didn't say you had to keep with the punches. Next time, try listening."

Victor staggered to a stand and steeled himself, waiting to see what she'd do next. When she relaxed, a wicked smile crossing her lips, he started breathing a little heavier to reclaim his lost oxygen.

"You can give up now, you know."

The biker chuckled wearily. "Giving up after one solid hit? Not a chance."

"Your loss, either way," she chuckled.

Victor gave a shout and charged forward, taking Hannah by surprise. They crumpled down to the ground, but Hannah wound up on top, throwing a few punches to his head.

The biker brawler deflected, defended, and absorbed a few hits before taking a few solid ones. Fueled by pain-soaked anger, he drove a fist into her chest, returning the favor and separating her from his body.

"Damn!" She groaned, clutching her stomach as he slowly crawled to a stand. Hannah was one step away from curling up on the floor as the crowd descended into more cheering, although they couldn't make their minds up.

"You still think she's a shoo-in?" I asked Grizz.

"Watch," he replied cautiously. "Look at her. She's already won."

I glanced over at my sister, although I wasn't seeing whatever he was. If anything, I saw her in pain, and was tempted to call it all off right there and then.

Until...