“You didn’t have to pay me for that. Did that for Torch and Cleo,” I mutter.
Garcia was locked up in the same facility as me. He was working for The Cartel, tried to kidnap Cleo and was planning on selling her to the Aryan’s.
Back then, the Aryan’s were secretly buying club women through The Cartel, and using them for breeding purposes. Since then, they’ve gone to ground, and our club has been trying to get the women back one-by-one.
One of our own, our VP, Drifter, was in on the whole fucking twisted thing. When Garcia got locked up with me, I eliminated him for the club—for Torch—but also for Cleo. She didn’t deserve that shit. She’s one of the sweetest women I have ever met.
“It could have added to your sentence. You took a risk, brother, and that risk deserves payment. We all voted on it, and it’s yours,” MadDog grumbles.
“You know I don’t need it. Any of it,” I state.
“Know that. Doesn’t mean you didn’t earn it with your blood and sweat. You think I give a fuck, any of us give a fuck, what you have from your family? We don’t,” he says. “That why you didn’t tell us?”
“The world I grew up in, everything about your history, about your family’s history, it matters. What your great-great grandfather did matters. Every single move you make is recorded or handed down throughout the different families. It’s bullshit, and I hated every fucking second of it. I wanted as far away from that world as possible.”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ got it,” he chuckles. “This is where you belong. I see it in you, Soar. We’re your family. No matter the size of your bank account, we’ll stay that way.”
“Thanks,” I nod.
“I’ll see you in a few hours and we’ll figure out this whole fucking mess we have now,” he says, lifting his chin.
I nod and grab the envelope on the table before I turn and walk away. I walk into the bar of the clubhouse and am not surprised to see a small party in full swing.
Since we were all called down here in the middle of the night, it seems like the girls were roused, and it’s suck and fuck time. I don’t blame any of them. I’m about to head back to Imogen for the same thing.
“Hey, Soar baby. Come on, let’s have some fun,” Destini coos. I recognize her as the girl I fucked when I first arrived back from prison.
“Sorry, babe, got places to be,” I shrug as I walk away from her.
Straddling my bike, I can’t believe how easy that was. I thought the first time pussy was offered to me at the club would be harder to turn down.
The thought of hurting Genny makes my chest ache. I aim to be better for her—to be the best. With a grin, I head toward her.
IMOGEN
I hear the door close, and I sit up from my spot on the couch. My heart races inside of my chest, and I blink my eyes to see a figure looming above me.
It takes a second for my eyesight to adjust, and when it does, I see Sloane standing right in front of me.
“C’mon, sunshine,” he rumbles. “We’ll take your car so you don’t have to drive home. I can pick up my bike tomorrow,” he mutters.
I hear another set of boots walking around the house and turn my head to see Camo disappearing down the hall toward his bedroom.
“What time is it?” I ask, my voice groggy from sleep as I stand.
“Four in the morning,” he yawns.
I slip my feet into the sandals I brought, and watch as Sloane picks up my overnight bag as he opens the front door. He takes my keys from my hand and loads up my bag before he opens my door. He then waits until I’m inside before he closes it behind me. Once he’s settled into the driver’s seat, I turn to look at him.
“I didn’t expect you back so late,” I murmur, my mind going over a million different scenarios of where he’s been.
“The job didn’t go off as planned. We had to have an emergency meeting,” he mutters as he focuses on the road ahead of us.
“Where’d you have to meet?”
“Went to the clubhouse, baby. Just a meeting with all of the brothers, then I came here to get you,” he offers with a shrug. I feel my hackles rise at the mention of that fucking clubhouse.
“Just a meeting?” I ask, a little louder than I intended.
“Yeah, Imogen, just a meeting.”
I stay silent, twisting my fingers together in my lap and biting the inside of my cheek. I want to ask a million questions. I want to accuse him of a million things. I can’t. I need to try and not jump to conclusions, but dammit, it’s so easy to do.
“I was approached, offered a good time, but I declined and kept walking,” he admits when he pulls into our garage.
“Seriously?” I ask in surprise.
“Seriously,” he grunts as he opens the door and steps out of the car.
I do the same and hurry after him, ignoring the painful memories of the house. I’m too focused on Sloane’s back as he walks toward our bedroom in front of me. I call out to him to stop, but he completely ignores me.
Only once we’re in our bedroom does he turn around to face me. When he does, I see pure fire in his green eyes, making my step falter. I back up until I hit the wall behind me.
Sloane stalks toward me and presses his chest down to his hips against me. I can feel his hard length against my stomach, and I bite the inside of my cheek while my eyes stay pinned to his.
“Ask me,” he grinds out as his head dips. His lips are so close to mine they’re almost touching.
I shake my head, but his angry gaze doesn’t dissipate at all. He growls, demanding that I ask him again. “Did you want her?” I finally ask.
“Fuck no,” he grunts. “Not even for a goddamn second. Not when I have you waiting for me,” he murmurs as his lips touch mine with each word he speaks.
“Sloane,” I breathe.
“Only woman I want is you, sunshine,” he rasps.
Sloane doesn’t give me a chance to say another word. His tongue fills my mouth while his hands tug my sweats down until they are past my hips and fall to the ground, my panties joining them. I step out of them when one of his hands slips between my center.
Two fingers quickly slip inside of me, curling and causing my head to fall against the wall with a thud. His lips travel down the column of my neck as I widen my legs, a moan escaping my lips.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he murmurs against the hollow of my neck.
“Sloane,” I rasp as my hips roll and I search for more from him, feeling wanton as my body heats from the inside out.
“What do you want, Imogen?” he asks, his voice rough as he fucks me with his fingers.
“You,” I murmur.
“Yeah? Who am I?”
I whimper when he presses his thumb against my clit, “Sloane.”
“Who am I, sunshine?”
“You’re my husband,” I whisper, lifting my head to look into his green eyes.
“Fucking right, I am. Your husband, your old man, fucking yours,” he hisses.
He wraps his hands around the backs of my knees and picks me up, his jeans rustling before he slides inside of me to the hilt. I hold onto his shoulders for stability as he presses my back against the wall with just his hips, his cock seated deep inside of me.
“Sloane,” I gasp.
“Yours, Imogen. I’m yours,” he grinds out as he pulls back slightly and thrusts against me, hard.
“For now.”
Sloane pauses and his eyes alight with anger again, causing my breath to hitch. His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t say anything. He takes a step back, keeping me close so that we’re still connected, and he walks us over to the bed.
I watch as he completely divests himself of his clothes before he climbs onto the bed, our bodies still connected as he lays me down in the middle, while he looms over me. Then he starts to glide in and out of me, slowly and with purpose. His eyes stay fiercely connected to mine with each pump of his hips.
“For fucking ever, sunshine,” he breathes.
He
doesn’t fuck me, he makes slow love to me, and my eyes water as tears leak down the sides of my temples with each and every move he makes.
It’s the most beautiful moment I think I’ve ever shared with him. I wrap one of my hands around the side of his neck as my body climbs closer toward my release.
“For fucking ever, Imogen. Just you,” he rasps as he starts moving faster, his breathing pattern changing as he edges closer toward his climax.
“Sloane,” I choke before my release completely takes over me, causing my entire body to shake.
“Fucking hell,” he groans as he starts moving faster, more erratic.
Then he bites his lip, his eyes on mine, and groans as he fills me with warm spurts of his cum.
“Only you,” he whispers, lowering his head and pressing his lips to mine as his hips continue to move in long lazy strokes.
“Just you, sunshine,” he repeats.
Chapter Fifteen
IMOGEN
I roll over and touch the sheets beside me, but they’re empty. Opening my eyes, I sit up slightly, just as Sloane walks out of the bathroom, his hair dripping and a towel wrapped around his waist.
I can’t look away from him. He’s mesmerizing with his muscular chest, unmarred by any ink. Just perfect. His back is a different story.
He has his club’s brand on his back, and it’s super sexy, too. But there’s just something about his chest and abs, his smooth skin, it does something to me. It always has.
“Look at me like that much longer and I’ll have to fuck you before I go,” he murmurs.
My eyes snap up to meet his, and I tug the sheet up my chest a little higher.
“Where are you going?” I ask, my voice raspy with sleep.
“Meeting. We didn’t finish everything we needed to talk about last night,” he says, dropping his towel.
His hard cock is jutting straight out toward me, and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips at the sight. I shiver as he wraps his hand around himself and squeezes. I bite the inside of my cheek as I lift my eyes to meet his green ones, and he gives me his cocky smirk as he walks closer toward the bed.
“What do you want, sunshine?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
“You,” I rasp as I crawl to the edge of the bed, letting the sheet fall around me, leaving me completely naked.
I lean forward and open my mouth. My eyes staying on his, waiting. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he twists his fingers in my hair, never moving his intense gaze from mine, even as he sinks his cock down my throat.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” he whispers as his tongue pokes out and he wets his bottom lip.
I hum around him and it causes his fingers to tighten in my hair. Spreading my legs further apart, knowing without a doubt that he definitely likes to watch me touch myself when his cock is in my mouth, I slip two fingers inside of me, my eyes still on his.
Sloane slowly pulls out of my mouth and then thrusts back inside, his strokes slow and precise. He slips further down with each pump of his hips.
After a few minutes, his movements speed up, as do my own between my legs. I can’t hold back the whimper. I’m on the edge of my release, and he quickly pulls out of me.
“Not coming down your throat, baby,” he grins.
“Sloane,” I whisper.
“Turn around,” he orders. I quickly do, though I’m not fast enough.
His hand presses against my back and he pushes me down as he slams inside of me. His fingers wrap around my hips, holding me still. He pulls almost completely out of me before he slams back inside on a moan.
“Fucking mother fucking shit,” he groans as his hips start to wildly and roughly fuck me.
He doesn’t slow, he doesn’t stop; he fucks the complete breath out of me with each thrust of his hips. I try to push up on my elbows so that I can rear back against him, but his hand moves from my back to my neck. He wraps his fingers around the back of it, holding me to the bed while he takes his pleasure.
I close my eyes and accept all he gives. I can hear the sounds of our skin slapping filling the room, along with low moans from him every so often, as well.
My thighs shake.
I’m on the edge, but without something more, I won’t come. I let out a cry of surprise when I feel his finger slide inside of my ass.
“Missed this sweet ass, sunshine,” he rumbles as his cock and finger fuck me in tandem.
When he slips the second finger into my pussy, and starts to curl them inside of me, I don’t hold back my cry. I feel so full of Sloane, so full that I can’t keep from forcing my body up. He lets me, and I rear back against him, which causes him to moan. I reach one of my hands beneath me and touch my clit. On the second stroke, my entire body starts to shake, and I come.
Sloane doesn’t stop fucking me until he roars out his whole climax, my pussy trying to clamp down around him to keep him inside. He removes his fingers but keeps his cock planted deep as he pushes me forward and rests his chest against my back.
“Imogen,” he whispers against my shoulder. I don’t move, waiting, knowing there has to be more he wants to say to me. Plus, my breathing is still erratic, and I’m completely out of breath. “I love you, sunshine,” he murmurs.
I turn my head to the side and look at him in surprise.
“You do?” I ask.
I'm unsure of why after two freaking decades that admission makes my heart race. He’s said the words before; not in a long time. I always treasured them.
Yet, as time went on, I discovered that he didn’t mean them, so I asked him not to say them again until he did. He presses his lips to my shoulder before pressing them to my mouth.
“Yeah, sunshine. Fuck,” he breathes as he slips out of my body and then gathers me in his arms.
Pulling me across his chest, our legs tangle together and his hang off of the side of the bed. “I knew I’d always felt love for Kipling. I knew I felt possessive over you, unable to imagine letting you go and be with another man.
“Until last night—until I saw that hurt in your eyes when you thought that I could have done something with someone else, I don’t know. It hit me differently, and I just know that I can’t hurt you like that again. Everything that I feel for you is so much different since I’m sober.”
I’m surprised at his admission, or the fact that he’s speaking it aloud. “I want to believe you,” I say hesitantly.
“You don’t have to, not yet. I’ll earn it, sunshine,” he murmurs as his face lifts and his lips touch mine.
We stay cuddled together for another twenty minutes, and then he tells me that he has to go or he’s going to be late. Reluctantly, I sit up and allow him to move around the room.
I watch him as he dresses, and I don’t feel the pang of sadness that I thought I would at being back inside of this house. I look around and nothing has changed, except for everything.
I’ve changed, he’s changed—we’ve changed.
“If you want to go into Sacramento and go shopping for new furniture or whatever, please just don’t go alone,” he murmurs as he pulls his boots on.
“Furniture?” I ask in confusion.
“Figured you’d want to get rid of everything here and redecorate. It’s cool with me, baby. We won’t be able to have another house built and ready for move in for at least a year. So whatever you need to do to be okay staying here, it’s whatever you want,” he shrugs.
My eyes water and he cocks his head to the side in confusion.
“I’m okay, Sloane. That’s really, really, sweet,” I whisper.
“Sweet?” he asks with a grin.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever said I was sweet, not ever.”
“Well, you just were,” I grin up at him.
Sloane walks over to me and lowers his head, brushing his lips across mine. “Be home as soon as I can, and I’ll bring some brothers with me to unload the truck. Feels good to have you home, sunshine, and to finally b
e home,” he murmurs against my lips before pressing them against mine one last time.
He straightens his back, and I watch his ass, encased in his jeans, as he walks away from me.
I stare at the empty doorway for a few minutes before I decide to get up and get dressed for the day. I may not want to completely redecorate this place, but I do plan on purging a bunch of stuff and moving things around.
This is a new life for me, for us, and I’m not going to waste anymore time thinking about the past. If I dwell on everything that Sloane’s done to me, to himself.
If I dwell on all I’ve said to him, on the way I behaved toward him, which was shitty on more than one occasion, we will never move forward. I want to move forward.
Once I’m dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, I throw my hair up and get to work on the house. After I’m finished cleaning and rearranging, I’m going to take inventory of our food and head to the grocery store.
Today is going to be a great day, and I’m not going to let anything stand in my way of making it so.
Sloane loves me.
I love him.
We’re going to make this work.
SOAR
Leaving Imogen at home wasn’t easy. I wanted to be buried inside her for the rest of the day, but church is non-negotiable, especially after what happened last night. It only takes me a few minutes to get to the clubhouse, and I cuss when I realize that I’m the last person here.
With a grunt, I swing my leg over the side of my bike and take my helmet off, leaving it on my seat, knowing nobody will dare touch it while I’m inside.
The bar is empty, which means they’re all in the room waiting, and that irritates me even more. Though, getting laid by Genny, the way I was so thoroughly satisfied, was completely worth it. I walk into the room with a grin on my face, and Camo’s eyebrows rise as he grins over at me.
“Glad you could join us,” MadDog grumbles as I close the door behind me.
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