“I know, angel. I know,” he croons, his gruff voice full of understanding as he braces himself above me. “You learned your lesson—come take this dick. You belong to me, and Teacher knows you need it.”

He wraps my leg around his waist and rocks into me with one heavy thrust, filling me up with the relief I’m begging for—the relief I need.

I immediately start coming. And I have to bite into his shoulder to keep from crying out again.

Pleasure screams through my needy body. And for a while, the world becomes nothing but the sensations bursting inside me and the coarse slap of Waylon’s hips as he races to catch up to me with my teeth buried in his shoulder.

He must have been at his razor edge too. What seems like only a few seconds later, he presses his mouth into the sheets next to my head. And hot moisture floods into me as he releases with a muffled shout into the covers.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy, angel. Didn’t even make it out of my boots this time,” he says as he rolls us onto our sides so that we can come down together without putting extra pressure on my stomach.

Our love….the forever love we agreed to…hangs like a fluffy cloud over our intense reunion.

Until he growls, “But you came without permission, and don’t think I forgot about that third swat.

Thank goodness it’s Saturday, and I don’t open the clinic on Sundays. Not only does Waylon give me my third swat. But he adds on lessons when my poor, overstimulated body still trembling with aftershocks comes again without permission.

He ends up punishing me all night. So he doesn’t get around to telling me the whole story of why he was able to come home so early until we’ve collapsed into a combined tangle of body parts in our bed.

“Going to have to admit you were right about me needing to go do that gig,” he says as the sun rises over Angel Pond. “Guess who I ran into? Doc.”

“Are you serious?” As wrung out as I am from all my punishments, I sit up on one arm to look down at him. Neither of us has heard from Doc after what happened with her and Vengeance.

“Serious as a heart attack,” he answers. “I drove up to the house with my crew, and there she was, standing right next to Red of all people.”

I gasp and clap a hand over my mouth like I just watched a huge plot twist in a murder mystery TV show. “Red? Like the Red that Griffin’s been looking for all these years?”

“Yep,” Waylon answers with a wry shake of his head. “Turns out Doc and Red have been in Kentucky this whole time, working at a clinic for Olivia Glendaver.”