I bit my tongue to keep from arguing that wasn’t true. I wanted to do volunteer work. I wanted to give back to the community. To help. To have a purpose. There was a time for that, and this wasn’t it. He had made plans for us, and I wasn’t going to cause an argument.

  His hand slid down to cup my butt as he pulled me against him. “We have a stop to make before we need to be at the airport,” he said, lowering his mouth to mine and pressing a kiss on the corner, not messing up the lip gloss. “Ready?”

  “We are getting on a plane?” I asked, surprised and a little anxious.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.”

  He held my face in his hand. “Is something wrong?”

  “I’ve never flown,” I blurted out.

  A soft smile touched his lips. “If you get nervous, I’ll distract you.”

  I blinked, trying not to get mesmerized by his eyes. They reminded me of caramel when they were light, like they were now. I was almost positive the man had two rows of lashes. They were impossibly thick.

  “How, uh … how will you distract me?” I asked, sounding breathless.

  He ran his knuckle down my face. “There’s a bedroom.”

  I frowned. Had I missed something? “On the plane?”

  He nodded, then lowered his head to smell my neck. “It’s a private jet.”

  Oh, wow. I was suddenly very ready to go get on my first plane.

  “But first, we have somewhere to go,” he said, lifting his head. “This your bag?” he asked, nodding toward the one I had packed.

  “Yes.”

  He picked it up, then placed a hand on my back. “Let’s go.”

  “I didn’t pack a bathing suit,” I told him. “Should I grab that?”

  “No. We will buy the things you need.”

  “We will? Why? I can pack more clothing.”

  His hand pressed harder on my back, forcing me out of the bedroom. “Be a good girl and trust me.”

  I didn’t argue. My butt was still red from last night’s spanking. Gypsi had pointed it out at the pool today. I’d have been embarrassed, but they all seemed to have their own spanking stories. These possessive alpha men had a thing for it. Levi was apparently just the one who was more into it than the others.

  Levi walked us out the front door and to a waiting limo, and Six stood at the back door, wearing a suit. That was something I’d never expected to see. He looked nice in a suit though. Less like a gang member.

  Six opened the door, and Levi handed him my bag before climbing in behind me.

  “My first limo ride too,” I told him.

  “Good. I want all your firsts and onlys.”

  “My onlys?” I asked, confused.

  He nodded. “Only man to fuck you, touch you, taste you, hold you at night, feed you, make you happy.”

  I smiled and leaned against him as he wrapped his arm around me.

  “Only man you ride in a limo with, only man you fly with.”

  “The only man I love,” I added.

  He tightened his hold on me. “Especially that one.”

  We rode in silence for a few minutes. I watched as we drove toward town. The airport wasn’t this close to town. Six pulled us up to a three-story brick building that was in the nicer part of the city. The window front was clean, but the inside was empty. I looked at it, trying to figure out what it was, when the door opened, and Levi climbed out, then held his hand for me to follow him.

  Standing on the sidewalk, I looked up at it, then back at him. “Where are we?”

  Levi led me to the entrance, then pressed a code and opened the door. I followed him inside. The hardwood floor was new, and the smell of fresh paint filled the air. This looked like it could be a store or really anything. It was a big, open space.

  Levi said nothing as I looked around. “This way,” he finally said, and we walked to the two swinging doors in the back.

  When I entered the next room, I realized it was an industrial kitchen. So, this was going to be a restaurant? Or had been one?

  The space was massive and shiny with all the stainless steel appliances and workspace.

  “Okay, why are we here?” I asked him.

  “This is the new location of the Good Saints Food Bank and Meal Service,” he told me.

  My eyes widened. “The one at the church? How? This is bigger than their church is.”

  Levi nodded. “You want to volunteer and make a difference. Have a purpose. Now, you’re going to make a bigger difference. Feed more people—shut-ins, homeless, and any other person you find who needs to be fed.”

  I was so confused. “You’re going to let me volunteer, and this is where they are going to be working out of?”

  He nodded.

  “You changed your mind about my safety then? This is safe here, and you feel better about it?” I asked, feeling hopeful.

  “Yes. This is very safe. You can volunteer here and be as safe as you would be at home.”

  I wasn’t sure why he seemed to think that was the case, but I wasn’t going to argue.

  “Are you happy?” he asked me.

  “Yes! I am ecstatic. I’m just trying to wrap my head around how they are moving into this facility. The food bank and pantry is a nonprofit, and they rely on monthly donations from their congregation. It’s how most food banks work. And this place …” I shook my head in amazement. “This is incredible. All the good they can do here. Maybe a Good Samaritan is letting them use it for free—which I find hard to believe, but it could happen. Wait.” I paused. “How did you know the code?”

  “I’m not a Good Samaritan. I’m entirely too amoral to be called one.”

  I stared at him, then looked around at the room. “Levi.” His name came out as a whisper as the truth started to click into place. “You didn’t do this, did you? I mean, just to keep me safe, you didn’t go and buy this place and give it to the church?”

  “No, I didn’t go and buy it,” he replied. “We already owned the property. It was an investment that hadn’t been moved yet. The family owns it. Like they do most of the buildings on this street.”

  I stood there, speechless. This building was worth millions of dollars.

  “Say something,” he said. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”

  I opened and closed my mouth several times. “I’m, uh … wow, I … I don’t know. Levi, people don’t just do this. It’s huge. It’s … why?”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Why? Why did I do it?”

  I nodded.

  “You. You want to volunteer. This is important to you. I love you and can’t live without you. This meets both our needs and wants.”

  “Levi,” I said as a laugh bubbled out of me. “What in the world? This is not what I was asking for. I mean, it’s incredible, but I didn’t want you to spend money. I wanted to volunteer my time. Help people.”

  “And you can help even more people now,” he replied.

  “The church knows about this?”

  He nodded.

  “I bet they’re blown away,” I said. “I’m still struggling to wrap my head around it.”

  Levi walked over and ran his fingers through my hair, then held my head. “I fucking live for your smiles. Whatever it takes to keep you smiling, I’ll do it.”

  I wanted my forever to be longer. Just so I had more time to love him. But then again, would it ever be enough?

  “I don’t have the words sufficient enough to thank you for this,” I said quietly.

  “Do you love me?”

  I smiled. “You know I do.”

  “That’s all I need.”

  Thirty-Nine

  Levi

  Watching Aspen walk around the private jet in awe was almost as much fun as watching her in the new food bank building. Her eyes would light up, and she’d look at me with such an animated expression. If someone had told me six months ago that I’d be so completely fascinated and find so much pleasure in watching a woman simply enjoy life, I wouldn’t have believed them.

  Having her out of breath, sated, and curled up against me on the bed in the back of the plane was pretty damn perfect too. Once we had gotten to cruising altitude, I’d unbuckled her and hauled her in here, needing to be buried inside her. We would be landing soon, and I knew we had to get up.

  I pressed a kiss to her head. “We need to go back to our seats for landing,” I told her.

  “Are you going to tell me where we will be landing?” she asked.

  “Nope,” I replied with a grin and stood up to pull my jeans back on.

  “But I am going to know when we step off the plane,” she pointed out.

  She was right. It wouldn’t take her long to figure it out. I picked up her panties and bent down to help her slip them back on. Stopping only once to place a kiss to her stomach. I watched her shimmy back into that romper, and I wasn’t sure she was going to get to wear that again. I didn’t like the fact that her ass was barely covered.

  Taking her hand, I led her back to our seats and buckled her up. She looked up at me, and I held her gaze.

  “Remember that bucket list of yours?” I asked.

  Understanding lit in those green depths. “We’re going to New York City?” She breathed the words.

  “We have tickets to Phantom of the Opera tonight.”

  The elation on her face made me wish I’d bought out the entire fucking theater. She threw her arms around my neck.

  “But you hate New York City,” she said, starting to pull back.

  I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Sweetheart, anything that makes you this fucking happy and gets you to smile at me like that, I adore. And it’s a first. I’m getting all the fucking firsts I can with you.”

  “I love you,” she said, kissing my mouth, cheeks, and chin. Then, she sat back and squealed with delight, looking out the window.

  Aspen was wrapped in the silk robe I’d had delivered to our suite, standing out on the balcony, taking in the lights of the city. I hadn’t seen much of Phantom of the Opera because my complete attention had been on her. Watching her expressions. Committing them to memory. I stepped outside, dressed in only a pair of sweatpants.

  She smirked as her gaze trailed down my body.

  “Enjoying the view?” I asked her.

  “Which one? The city or you?”

  “Both?” I asked.

  “Yes, most definitely.”

  She looked back at the city that never slept. Thankfully, we were up high enough that the noise wasn’t so bad at night. “It’s as magical as I thought it would be. You were wrong.”

  I laughed, stepping up beside her. “With you in it, sure it is.”

  She glanced up at me with that sweet, shy smile that did me in every time. I moved back and lowered myself until I was on one knee. Her smile fell away as she watched me. I pulled the small box out of my pocket and kept my focus on her face. Her eyes widened, and her full lips opened slightly.

  I lifted the ring from the box and held it. “Aspen Chance, will you marry me?”

  Her eyes shifted from the ring to me and back. It felt like a million years as I watched her.

  She placed a hand on her chest. “That’s real, and you’re serious,” she whispered.

  “I’ve never been more serious,” I assured her.

  “You’re sure? You want me? Just me?”

  I knew her doubts were there because I’d fucking put them there. I hated hearing them come from her mouth.

  “It will only be you. In this life, and if there are more lives, then those too. Just. You. This is another only I intend to claim with you.”

  Her hand moved to cover her mouth as she let out a sob, and then she smiled through her tears. “Yes.”

  I stood up and took her hand from her mouth. “I need your finger, sweetheart.”

  She let out a small laugh as I slid the ring onto her hand. It was a perfect fit. I’d thought we’d have to size it, but no. It had been made for her.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said with awe in her voice, then lifted her eyes to mine. “I never imagined you, Levi Shephard. In all my fantasies, I never imagined you.”

  I brushed my thumb over her lips. “Your imagination needs some work then,” I told her before covering her lips with mine.

  All my mistakes had led me here. I was the luckiest son of a bitch I knew. No one deserved Aspen. But she loved me. Even if I wasn’t worthy of her. She was mine. No one, not even fate, would take her away from me.

  “First and only,” I whispered against her lips. “For both of us.”

  Smokin’ Hot Teaser...

  One

  Saxon

  This wasn’t me. I pressed against my temples with my thumbs and groaned. How had I become this? Hungover with a naked girl asleep in my hotel bed. Where had I even met her? Fuck, last night was all scrambled up in my head.

  My phone started ringing, and I winced, reaching for it beside my pillow. Squinting, I looked at the screen. It was Gage. When had we split up from him last night, and why had I decided going off with freaking Kye and Mattia was a good idea?

  “Yeah,” I said into the phone. Even the sound of my own voice was painful.

  Gage’s chuckle made me scowl. “Sounds like Kye made sure to break you in good.”

  I grunted.

  “We are meeting with Liam and Micah in two hours at Devil’s. Be ready.”

  Fuck, my head hurt.

  “Okay,” I replied.

  Another amused laugh from Gage, and then the line went dead.

  The woman in the bed made some noises, and I glanced back at her to see she was stretching. Her tits were the biggest I’d ever seen in person, and there was no way those were real. They reminded me of two basketballs, just sitting there perfectly on her chest. I shook my head, disgusted with myself, and stood up.

  “You leaving me?” she asked.

  I paused and tried to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do with her now. Hell, I didn’t even know her name. Had I asked? I barely remembered bringing her back here. The three used condoms on the floor were a fucking relief. At least I had been careful.

  “I got work,” I said, hoping that sent her away.

  “Yeah, at the club. You’re taking me back with you,” she said.

  What the fuck had I told her about the club? Shit!

  I turned around and looked at her. Long, dark brown hair with purple tips hung over her shoulders. Fake lashes, plump lips, and more makeup than was necessary. Was she a stripper? I needed to call Kye. He’d gotten me into this. I should go bang on his hotel room door and hand her over to him.

  She moved to get off the bed, smiling at me like she thought we were about to go another round. Nope, sorry. I was sober now. I also felt like shit.

  “What time do we need to leave?” she asked, walking over to me and sliding her hand over my bare chest.

  “I need to leave soon. You should, uh … I’ll get you an Uber.” That was nice enough.

  She frowned. “An Uber? Why? We are going to the same place.”

  I was confused. Why did she think she was going to a meeting at Devil’s? Did she work there?

  “What?” I asked, wincing as the throbbing pain in my head got worse.

  Her long, sharp, pointy nails, which had rhinestones on them, ran down my chest until her fingers wrapped around my cock. Even though my head felt like it was going to explode, my damn dick didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t against the attention. She saw it harden from her touch, and her eyes lifted back to mine before she dropped down to her knees in front of me.

  I watched her, battling with telling her to leave or letting her suck me off. When her lips wrapped around my cock, I decided I was going to let her finish this. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as she began to suck me like a pro. No girl I’d ever been with gave head like this. It was porn-worthy. When I hit the back of her throat and she didn’t even gag, I opened my eyes and stared down at her.

  My dick wasn’t small. Fully erect, it was a solid ten inches. Yet her eyes didn’t even water. She swirled her tongue around it as she took me deep again and began making little moans of pleasure, as if she wanted this more than I did. She was going to get a mouthful if she kept this up. I’d give it to Kye—he knew how to pick up women.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her down hard on my dick to see if she could take it. She did—and well. Her eyes lifted to mine, and she smiled before sucking me harder. Her nails bit into the front of my thighs as her cheeks hollowed out.

  Closing my eyes again, I felt the pressure building in my balls.

  “Fuck, that’s it,” I moaned. “Suck it hard, baby.”

  She was still making those hungry sounds, like she was starved for it. This was a fucking epic blow. My headache was forgotten. I shouted out as I began to shoot my release down her throat. She swallowed all of it, then began licking me clean. Jesus Christ, she gave head like it was her fucking job.

  That thought made me pause. Was it her job? Did I care? No, I didn’t care. That had been excellent.

  Licking her lips, she stood up, slowly rubbing her tits against me as she did so. “You taste good,” she told me.

  I started to say something when a knock on the door stopped me. I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around me to go see if it was Kye here to take away the unknown female who had just sucked me dry. I swung open the door, and the words I was going to say to Kye froze, along with my entire body.

  It wasn’t Kye.

  It was Haisley fucking Slate.

  It had been two months since I’d last seen her. She should have been at the hospital to volunteer instead of not showing up so she could be with me that day. The same day her brother abducted Levi’s fiancée, Aspen, from the same hospital, where she also volunteered. Haisley was with me when I got the call that Aspen had been taken. Haisley was the reason they found her so quickly—because she used her phone to track her brother. And then, after all that shit, she’d still ghosted me. Blown me the fuck off.