Forgiven - book 4 (Star Crossed MC Lovers)

by Sierra Rose

  We pulled up to the lodge and moved around the back. The old guys on the porch glanced up as Lucky parked the bike under the covered parking, but didn't move.

  I got off the bike and took off my helmet and handed it to him.

  "You know they're going to be good to you, right? Nothing to worry about." He reached out and touched the side of my face. "I love you."

  "I love you too, baby. I'm not a flower. I won't blow over, and I won't break." I turned and slid my hands into my back pockets, eyeing the guys as they all walked out into the yard. "I'm not scared of none of them. I'll whoop all their asses."

  A scratchy voice rose up from the back of the garage. "Get 'em girl. Go get 'em. Those old fuckers need to be woke up. Maybe you're just the one to do it."

  Lucky laughed. "Hey, Rusty. You doing alright man?"

  An older man with a slight limp walked out. He was handsome for an old guy, but looked like he'd been ridden hard and put up wet a thousand times over the course of his life. He was tired. I could see it.

  I turned to face him fully and extended my hand. "I'm Lena. Nice to meet you, Rusty."

  "Pleasure is all mine, firecracker." He shook my head and turned to Lucky. "Glad you guys are alright, boy. You keep us on our damn toes for sure. Never a dull moment, right?"

  The sound of voices behind us caused me to turn, and I moved through the group of men, introducing myself and looking them in the eye. Most of them were receptive; the ones that weren't got a push to the chest from Lucky until they too shook my hand.

  The guy nearest the house had a warm smile on his face. He was Lucky's father figure from what I could remember. I'd not had too much interaction with the wolves over the last few years simply because I was an enemy. I stood on the other side of the line drawn in the sand, but things had shifted completely.

  "I'm glad you're okay." He reached out and pulled me into a warm hug. His arms were the biggest I'd ever had around me, and some part of me wanted to snuggle up to him and melt. I could see why Lucky loved him. "I'm Blade, and as long as I'm kicking, you're welcome here as one of us. You hear me?"

  I nodded as tears burned my eyes.

  "Get off my girl, you old bastard." Lucky pulled me back and wrapped an arm around me as I wiped at my eyes.

  "I'm sorry. Too much lately." I forced a smile, but the look on the old man's face said that I didn't need to.

  "Don't apologize." He turned to Lucky. "Call me old again and I'll whoop your ass in front of this beautiful woman. Do it. Please. I dare ya."

  A wild looking guy walked up and patted Lucky on the back. "You guys okay?"

  "We're getting there." Lucky glanced down at me. "Lena, this is Animal. Animal, Selene."

  "Nice to meet ya. I figured you'd be drop dead gorgeous." He reached out and tried to pinch my cheek, but Lucky pulled me back.

  "Hands off the goods." Lucky's voice was low and filled with warning.

  "Why is that?" I asked moving out of his tight hold. These men didn't need to see me just as Lucky's old lady, but as a person, too.

  "Because this boy has killed himself for years to hang out with you when no one was around. He's lost his mind more times than I can count. Who does that for something that they aren't intensely taken with? You being beautiful had to be part of the package." Animal rolled his shoulders as Blade patted his back.

  "Alright. Enough with the introductions. We got a big dinner coming up to welcome you guys home, and I know you need some time together. Come on in." He waved us in as I glanced at Lucky.

  He seemed to read my thoughts as we walked in the expansive clubhouse. The place reminded me of an old country club with a restaurant tucked into the belly of it. It smelled like the forest just after it rains. I loved it.

  "Blade. We need to talk to you and Knife while dinner’s getting done. That possible?" Lucky reached for my hand, and I took his, moving closer to him.

  "Yeah, of course. Let's go into the meeting room and have a drink while we talk." He nodded toward the hall. "Go ahead and I'll grab the Pres and some liquor. What's your poison of choice, pretty girl?"

  "Besides me?" Lucky asked, wagging his eyebrows.

  "Brother," I mumbled as Blade mumbled something similar. A smile tugged at my lips. I liked the old man already. "Whiskey, please."

  "That's my girl." He glanced toward Lucky. "Keep that woman. Anyone who likes a strong shot of whiskey is worth their weight in gold."

  Lucky chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "He likes you, but don't forget, it's me that loves you."

  I rolled my eyes, and stopped, forcing him to stop too. "Where the fuck is my bike? Is it still out at the house?"

  "It wasn't at your dad's clubhouse when we left. That's why we believed the text that you had to get out of there." He opened the door to the conference room and moved back as I walked in.

  After taking a seat, I let out a long sigh. "I need a new phone immediately. And we need to find my bike."

  "How about we do all of that tomorrow? Tonight, let's talk to these guy, eat, and hold each other. I'll take you back out to your dad's tomorrow."

  I think I should go tonight, but we'll play it by ear." I sat back as Blade walked in with a guy who could have been his younger brother.

  "I'm Knife. We've met, I'm sure. I'm glad you're alright." He sat down and pushed his glass toward Blade. "Fill me in. What's going on and what can we do to help?"

  I let Lucky take the lead, seeing that we were in front of his MC. I would fill in if he needed me to, but otherwise, my silence would be a much bigger asset than me trying to rule the roost.

  Lucky worked to give the two older men all the details. The subtle flinches that each of them made at different moments let me know that they cared about what we'd been through. It was a nice change for me. No one in my MC gave two shits about anyone else, unless you were cooking for them, fucking them or scoring some great drugs, and even then you were only good for the moment you were serving them.

  "I don't like the idea of you staying out at your father's house, Selene. It seems like a dangerous move. The guy that attacked you... Dante, do you think he'll come back?" Knife took a sip of his drink and watched me with dark blue eyes that held a lot of history and a fair number of secrets.

  "No clue, but I'll make sure I have a gun near me and a knife tied to some part of me at all times. It was my ignorance that left me unprepared previously. It won't happen again." I finished my drink as my stomach growled loudly.

  "I'm going to put some cameras around the house tomorrow and we'll do twenty-four hour surveillance with Dane's group too. That, and I'll sneak into the house late at night when I'm able to." Lucky stood and reached for my hand.

  "Take a couple of the guys out with you tomorrow, then. Make it quick. It would seem that Rafael is watching the place closely." Blade stood up. "I'm still not quite sure how I feel about Elec's involvement. He's... he's a loose cannon, that one is."

  "I agree." I nodded and walked to the door. "Something isn't right about him helping, and yet when he does, it feels like everything is falling into place. Stupid. I know."

  I shrugged as Lucky wrapped his arms around me from behind and awkwardly moved us toward the kitchen.

  "Let's eat and forget about this shit. You like fried chicken? That's what I smell." He kissed the side of my neck as we got in a long, cafeteria-type line.

  "I love it. I haven't had it in years. You know Grandma couldn't cook, and neither can I." I laughed and pressed back against him, enjoying his warmth almost too much. It had quickly moved from something I wanted to something I needed, and would easily demand.

  ***

  "Dinner was delicious. We're going to slip off and talk a little more. Lena's not sure if she wants to stay here or get out to the lodge tonight." Lucky glanced between me and Blade as we stood at the edge of the bar.

  "It was very good. The best meal I've had in years." I rubbed my stomach and smiled genuinely at the older man.

  "I don't like the id
ea of you guys going out there tonight. I know you're grown-ass adults. I've heard it a million times, but you've both been through a lot lately. Stay here tonight and you can go tomorrow. We'll not let anything happen to you. I promise." He reached out and touched my shoulder, smiling at me the way I wish my dad would have just once.

  "Thanks." I followed Lucky's lead and walked behind him to his bedroom, letting out a sigh as we walked in and he closed the door behind us.

  "What a fucking week." He moved to the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks as he watched me. "Stay here tonight. I don't want any more drama tonight. I just want you."

  "Okay, baby." I moved to his side of the bed and reached behind him, grabbing a pillow and dropping it on the floor at our feet.

  "What're doing? Sleeping on the floor? Weirdo." He smirked as I pulled him up and tugged his shirt off. The thick swell of his chest stole my breath, and I moved in, pressing my lips to his skin and kissing him sensually until the tight flesh of his nipple ran past my tongue. I licked at it and brushed my teeth by it as he groaned, his perfect body tensing. My hands moved up and down his sides before tightening on his hips. I lowered myself to the floor and worked on his belt as he slid his fingers into my hair.

  "Baby. You don't have to do that right now. I know you're tired and for shit's sake... you just got out of the hospital."

  I looked up and lifted my eyebrow. "And for three days this is all I've thought about. You'd think to deny me the one thing I want?"

  "Um... no, but--"

  "Right, so hush." I pulled his pants down to his knees along with his black boxer briefs. His cock sprung from its trap, the thick meaty thing pulsing slightly as desire already had him in a tight grip.

  "Oh yes." I ran my hand down him, holding tightly and urging him to sit on the edge of the bed. He complied as I leaned over and slid him deep into my mouth.

  "Fuck, Lena. No foreplay for the foreplay. Shit, girl."

  I reveled at the flavor of his need as it slid across my tongue, the swollen head of his dick pushing at the back of my throat as I forced more inside of me.

  His deep grunts, coupled with his tight grip on my hair left my body aching for my turn. I wanted him to make love to me every way he could possibly imagine. There wasn't a part of me that I didn't need him to touch, to drill deeply into.

  "I'm gonna come baby. It's too much." He pulled at my hair and I reached up and pushed at his chest hard as I continued to work him in and out of my mouth.

  He reclined as I stood, licking at my lips as I watched him. As much as I enjoyed drinking him down, I wanted a long night with his body buried inside of mine. He was tired and didn't have too much left in the way of energy.

  "Call me greedy, but I want a good fuck before you pass out." I pulled the t-shirt off and worked on my bra as he watched me closely.

  He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and groaned, lifting his hips and causing his thick thigh muscles to tighten and cock to twitch. "God, you're beautiful. Turn around and sit on me. Work me."

  "You read my mind." I kicked off my shoes and worked my pants and panties down to my knees, tired of preparing and ready for the show.

  He reached up and grabbed onto my ass with one hand, the other wrapping around his cock as he positioned it perfectly. His grip tightened and he wouldn't let me push back as he rubbed himself against me. "Tell me you want it."

  "Fuck you." I pushed back again, only getting a little of him, but it was enough. I moaned and undulated my hips, riding the tip. He'd give me more. I had no doubt. He was greedy, too.

  "Tell me," He whispered roughly.

  I leaned back and extended my hands behind me, digging my nails into him as he released me and lifted his hips, impaling me fully as we both cried out.

  "I want you," I whispered a minute too late. A smile slipped across my lips as he growled and wrapped his hand around my throat as he sat up further, pressing his chest to my back.

  "Such a naughty bitch, aren't you, Lena?"

  "Your naughty bitch." I let the desire to tease and taunt him go. I wanted us completely depleted by the time the night was over.

  I lifted up and worked him in varying rhythms, bringing myself over the edge more times than I could count. He wasn't nearly as tired as I'd imagined, and worked me hard and fast several times before slowing down and holding me from behind as he slid in and out of me with his body pressed to mine and my face pressed to the mattress.

  I didn't belong to anyone else but him. No one would ever take advantage of me or get the best of me again. The only person I would bow down to was the strong sexy beast hovering above me, his body rocking mine toward an explosion that was sure to rock me to the core.

  "Tell me that you know that I love you, baby," he groaned as he forced me open for him again.

  I cried out and gripped the sheets as my heart raced in my chest. "I know, Lucky. I know, baby."

  "Good. I need to fuck you like I don't love you at all. You up for it?"

  "God, yes. Make it rough."

  "So rough." He gripped my ass and took me to heights I didn't imagine possible.

  Chapter 10

  Lucky

  I lay in bed the next morning, watching her for what felt like hours while she slept. The future seemed so far from my grasp, and yet I was a fighter. I was the guy that wouldn't give up, no matter what. All those years of hanging on, hoping like hell that my dad would put down the bottle for me and give us a chance weren't wasted. They forged perseverance in me, which would be what got me and Lena through the next struggle and the one after that.

  She'd have to leave me if that time ever arrived, and I prayed to God it didn't. I wouldn't survive without her beside me. I knew the day I laid eyes on her that she would be mine. I was just a stupid boy with too many bruises and just as many secrets. Dane pried me open and forced a friendship on me, but it was Lena that helped me push through all the beatings--all the fear. She had no clue, but I'd imagined her going through something very similar, only emotional.

  I hated it, but it helped me feel close to her until I finally got up the courage to talk to this beautiful girl. I’d wasted a lot of time building up a dream that could have been my reality years before.

  Leaning toward her, I brushed my lips over her cheek and breathed her in deeply.

  "I love you more than you can imagine. Don't ever leave me." I kissed her again as she made a soft feminine sound.

  "I love you, too." She moved closer, nuzzling my neck. "I had a dream that we had a little boy and he looked just like you."

  I chuckled. "A real lady killer, hm?"

  "Yeah. Exactly what I was thinking." She opened her sea-green eyes and stole my breath away like she always did when she looked at me. She was one of the few people that actually saw deep inside of me. Knew me. Believed in me.

  "I think we should work on bringing the boy into existence." I ran my hand down the silky skin of her back and squeezed her ass tightly. "God, you were fucking hot last night. I could come just thinking about it."

  She pulled from me as she giggled softly. "I was hot, wasn't I?"

  "Yes." I reached for her as she slipped out of my grasp and walked across the room. She turned and clasped her hands behind her back, causing her perky breasts to jet out. Her little pink nipples were budded, and my body hardened again, though I didn't think I could take much more. My body ached everywhere from our long night of lovemaking.

  "Come here and let me kiss you. I want to taste you before we have breakfast." I moved to the edge of the bed, letting the covers pool in my lap as I reached for her.

  She walked toward me and moved into my arms, pressing her body to mine and sliding her fingers along my jaw as she forced my face up. Her kiss was soft, but intensely loving.

  "No time for taste testing anything. I need to get out to the clubhouse. My father was quite specific on what he would do if I didn't." She kissed me again and pulled from my grasp.

  "I'm not scared of your father or his goons, baby. The
y can threaten me all they want. I'm not staying away from you, and we're not bending to their desires. It's not happening." I got up as she turned and bent over to collect her clothes.

  She yelped as I pressed my erection to her sweet curve, and I couldn't help but smile as she jerked up and swatted at me.

  "Lucas Morrison! Get your clothes on and stop dicking around." The smile playing on her sexy mouth left me wanting to throw her over my shoulder and show her how the cave men did it. Actually...

  "Don't tell me what to do." I reached for her as I bent a little and put her fine ass over my shoulder. She kicked and screamed as I walked back to the bed languidly, not minding the wild fit she was throwing.

  I dropped her on her back and reached out, running my hands up the center of her tummy and over her breasts as I squeezed softly. "We should work on the kid. Then we can go."

  She pushed at me with one of her feet, and I stepped back from the force. "No. We had enough sex to last a lifetime last night."

  I laughed. "Is that a fucking joke? I could do that twice a day for the rest of my life. We should test out the--"

  She stood and put her hands on her hips, giving me a look that shot an arrow of desire through me.

  "That's not helping your case," I teased her before relenting. "Fine. Shit. Let's go over to your father’s."

  "I'm going. You're not." She picked up her clothes, facing me this time. I guess the trust was broken. I chuckled at the thought.

  "You're not going alone." I picked up my jeans and worked them over my legs. "Bitch all you want, but you're not getting your way this time. I'll send Dane if that's what you think you need to do, but you going alone... it ain't happening, toots."

  "Toots?" She lifted her eyebrow at me as she dropped her clothes into the dirty clothes hamper and walked to the dresser at the far end of my room. She pulled out a purple bra and a pair of tiny panties that were a waste of good silk, in my opinion.

  I dropped down to the bed and just watched her, much more entertained by the show she didn't' realize that she was putting on than anything else I could get involved in.