Paradise Lost: Wasteland (Sons of Destruction MC Book 2)

by Glenna Maynard

  My breath hitches in my throat and words fail me when his bare chest presses against me and his erection pushes against my stomach. He’s big and thick and my fingers itch to touch him there. Instead of kissing me or making a move though he leans his head back and rinses his hair. Maybe I am misreading the whole situation and he doesn’t want me in that way. But deep down I know that’s not true. I can feel his heart beating as rapidly if not faster than my own.

  The water could be warmer but that doesn’t really matter. What counts is Stitch has the soap lathering it between his hands now and is washing my body tenderly. He takes his time touching me in my most intimate areas. His eyes never leave mine the entire time. And just when I think I can’t possibly take any more the man finally claims my mouth.

  Sliding his tongue alongside of mine he makes me feel wanted…needed…craved. My cold wet locks stick to my back and the tops of my arms, forcing chill bumps to form on my skin, but I don’t care. All I want is to live in this moment with Stitch. To feel his rough hands and his lips on my skin.

  The water has turned ice cold and we are both shivering when he turns the knobs to off and says, “Let’s continue this in bed.”

  I can only nod my agreement. My words keep failing me but there is nothing I want more than to be with him. His mouth hungrily presses to mine as I am lifted into his arms and carried to his bed. Stitch lays me down blanketing my body with his own.

  “You’re beautiful, Lana. I don’t deserve you but fuck me I’m going to have you. You’re mine,” he growls, capping his lips over my nipple and sucking. Squirming beneath him, I want his mouth and fingers touching me…claiming me.

  Desperately, I scratch my finger nails down his back. His fingers presses between my legs, stroking and petting me until a pressure builds in my lower abdomen that has me moaning and gasping with every torturous touch. I don’t know what I need but I crave more.

  Reaching to the nightstand he grabs the condom box to find it empty. “Fuck,” he mutters with a guttural groan, resting his forehead to mine.

  “Stitch,” my voice comes out steady and sure, “I trust you.”

  He chuckles softly and kisses me. “You shouldn’t,” he confesses and then he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock. The slick head presses inside me and he goes still. “So tight,” he whispers to himself and hooks my leg up over his hip. Pulling out he gazes into my eyes. “It’s going to hurt but then it will feel good.”

  I nod with a smile. I’m scared but ready. I’ve waited long enough for this night. Maybe I didn’t plan for it to be with a man like Stitch. I wasn’t even saving myself for a guy like Judson Meyers or my ex-boyfriend, but if I had to choose, I’d pick Stitch. No doubt. I always thought I’d give myself to someone who loves me and wants to cherish me forever but when you are in the apocalypse forever doesn’t exist.

  “I could tell you I love you, but we’d both know that’s bullshit. I won’t feed you no lines.”

  “Good. Now that we understand each other…” I smirk with an arched brow.

  “I gotta say I like you a lot.” He leans down closing his mouth over my lips and sealing his intrusion inside my body with a kiss as he fully pushes all the way in. My insides snap like a rubber band and tears burn in my eyes. Stitch wipes my tears away and starts to move. It isn’t all magical and romantic, but the moment comes close once the pain has resided and I find myself welcoming every thrust of his hips. We move together, gasping and grunting like animals. There is nothing sweet about us tonight. Our instincts our primal and we are feeding them gluttonously. No regrets.

  That pressure in my belly builds until I start to come undone. Unraveling like ribbon on a spoil.

  “Goddamn, baby. You feel good enough that I take back what I said. I think I could be in love.” Stitch pulls back and starts to move slower. The ridges of his cock rubbing against my walls with a delicious friction. Sliding in and out his gaze never leaves mine until he kisses me again. I thrust my hips up, wanting him deeper and he loses it. A tremble quakes through his body and his cock jerks inside me. Warmth fills me and he says, “Fucking made my toes curl, sweetheart.”

  Chapter 12

  —Priscilla

  “Pris, I know I’ve been distant since you arrived but there are things that I don’t know how to say to you, so I suppose just saying them is what I gotta do. I’ve never been big on emotions and sharing my feelings but as your father I know I owe you the truth.”

  “Which is what? You know you have really shitty timing.” I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand. “There is no making things right with me. Not right now. I could lose Asher and I don’t know what to do.”

  My father wraps his arms around me. Used to his hugs could cure anything but they won’t fix this. Nothing can. I just need Asher to wake up and everything to go back the way it was.

  “Priscilla. Look at me.” I meet his hazy eyes. “I’m dying. Every day I grow closer to death. To one of those fucking zombies. I don’t crave flesh or brains, but my body is deteriorating little by little and bit by bit. I don’t know how much time I have left. I can feel my organs shutting down. My hair is falling out. I’m losing teeth. My skin is peeling.”

  “No. Don’t. Don’t tell me you’re going to leave me too. I can’t lose you when I just got you back.”

  “I’m sorry, baby girl. I’ve been trying to get shit straight around here. I was hoping to hand things over to Asher but now…now I’m giving the club to you. I need you to lead this club and to carry on my name when the time comes.”

  “I can’t.” I pull away from him and a layer of his skin clings to my shirt from his hand. “Oh God.” I shake it off and swallow hard.

  “There is no God here, Pris,” he states, and I shake my head as more tears fall. The truth hits me square in the chest and I can’t breathe. “I think that Asher is going to wake up like me.”

  “Stop.” I can’t hear this right now. I walk away and go to Asher’s side. My father leaves me alone and I am grateful for it. There is more to be said between us but right now isn’t the time.

  “This isn’t the end. It is merely the beginning. Our story doesn’t end here, Asher. I won’t let it. I won’t give you up and you damn sure aren’t going to die on me today. Or any day for that matter, as long as I have a say in things. Until my heart stops beating, I will fight for you…for us.” I bring his hand to my stomach. “I think I’m pregnant.” I cry, placing my head on his chest listening for his heartbeat. “So, you need to wake your ass up and come back to me. Please. I need you, Ash. I fucking need you.” I smack his chest.

  This can’t be happening. I keep pinching myself hoping at any minute now I am going to wake up in Asher’s arms and this nightmare will fade away. It’s been four days and there hasn’t been any change in him. He’s still breathing, he hasn’t turned, and yet he isn’t waking up. I feel so lost and incomplete like half of me is missing.

  My chat with my old man wasn’t the best talk I’ve had in a while but we both said things that needed to be said. I supposed I just didn’t like hearing what he had to say.

  Later in the night he returns for the rest of the conversation he tried to have with me earlier.

  “Priscilla, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen to me. I’m dying and I’ve made my peace with death. I’m ready to go. All I wanted to know before I die is that you’re safe and I have no doubt that you are. I know that you’re going to survive in this world and make me proud. You’re a fighter and meant for much better things. I’ve been in contact with a doctor. He’s the real deal and working on a cure. Has a facility out west and he has a drug that can slow the process by months. That’s what saved me. I’m not special. Never was. I bought that injection and prolonged the inevitable but if you can get to his lab there may be a chance to save Asher. I owe that much to Hopper. I owe it to you.”

  He pulls a syringe out of his pocket and hands it to me.

  “Shoot Asher with that and just maybe he’ll live lo
ng enough to get him there.” My father’s fingers curl around mine with a gentle squeeze. “I love you, kid.” His lips press to my temple, he hands me a map, and then he leaves the room.

  I sit in silence for I’m not sure how long deciding what to do. Do I give this drug to Asher and hope for the best or do I let the virus take him? I stare at the injection turning it over in my hands. I know what Asher would want me to do but I can’t let him go. I need him to be here and to be a father to this child I know is growing inside me. Standing up I take a deep breath and walk over to the man I love. I bush my fingers through his hair as sweat from the fever breaks out across his forehead in tiny beads. “Please forgive me.” I kiss his lips and jab the needle into his neck.

  Asher’s eyes fly open and, in the distance, I hear a single gunshot. Deep down I know my father has killed himself and given the one thing that could have saved him to me for Asher.

  A lonely tear trickles down my cheek and then I smile as I see that it’s working. This drug whatever it is…it’s bringing Asher back to me. His fingers twitch and he looks around the room.

  “What did you do?” he croaks.

  “What I had to,” I tell him.

  One week later

  “Are you crazy? We can’t go out west. It’s a fucking wasteland out there,” Stinky argues with me.

  “My father put me in charge, and I say we ride. You want to stay here and wait for the zombies to pick you off that’s fine by me, but the rest of us—the Sons of Destruction are strapping on our gear and hitting the fucking road because I said so. Because that’s what brothers do. They fucking ride or they die.” I poke my finger in his chest and dare him to challenge me.

  In the end half of my father’s men stay behind and the rest pack up to ride west with me into the wasteland. I don’t know what the future holds but I do know that whatever is out there waiting for me I’ll find it with Asher at my side along with Lana, Stitch, Adler, Wild, Veda, and Everlee.

  We could all die at any time, but I have to try to save Asher.

  To save us all.

  It’s not just me anymore. I have a child to bring into the world. And this baby deserves to grow up in a world that free from this virus. I haven’t told Asher yet. He’s not ready to listen. He’s upset with me and says I should have let him die. Something happened to him out there in the woods. Something he won’t talk about. Not yet. He can keep his secret and I’ll keep mine too.

  I watch as he climbs on his motorcycle without me and I feel as though a part of me is riding ahead with him as I climb into the truck and buckle up. That part of me is my heart. He owns it completely and holds it in his hands. I can only hope he doesn’t break it completely.

  Lana gives me a sad smile as she climbs on the back of Stitch’s motorcycle.

  I scratch Percy behind the ears.

  “It’s just you and me, boy.”

  He barks and I smile. “Persistence. Thanks for the reminder.” I laugh and start the ignition.

  You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly plays through the speakers. I can’t help but think of my father. If he were still here, I’d tell him he was wrong. There is a God and he has a great sense of humor.

  I put the truck in drive and follow behind the procession of Harleys roaring down the mountain. The gates of paradise close behind me. I thought coming home would make everything better and safe, but nothing scares me anymore. It’s better to feel pain than nothing at all. Feeling pain…this heartache, reminds me that I’m very much alive and have so much worth fighting for.

  To be continued in Paradise Found: Resurrection

  Release Date to be announced

  Acknowledgments

  To my great team of beta readers thank you for reading my book baby and your input. Tina, Michelle, Idella, Annette, and Darlene. You ladies are the best.

  To my rebels and devils who have supported my genre hop thank you for continuing to follow me during my writing journey.

  As always to my wonderful family, I couldn’t do this without your support and faith in me.

  About Glenna

  Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance best known for her bestselling romantic suspense novel I'm with You and The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man. Visit https://www.glennamaynard.com for more information.

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