Point of Surrender

by Stacey Lynn

  He dragged his lips to mine and I felt his smile.

  “Maybe I can have him clean his room tomorrow,” I murmured against his lips.

  “That’s my girl,” he stated. Then I was up, Finn’s hands pressed to my ass and my legs around his waist as he carried me off to our bedroom.

  “You can’t take too long,” I whispered when we reached our bed and dropped us onto it. “We need to be at Daemon’s house in three hours for the birthday party.”

  “Aw, hell. I forgot.”

  I wasn’t surprised. Combing my fingers through his hair, I tugged Finn toward me. “We have to go. It’s Emily’s first birthday and Xander’s third.”

  Olivia and Faith had gotten smart this year and combined birthdays for Olivia and Daemon’s third daughter and Faith and Ryker’s son.

  Some days, I ached slightly with the need to have another baby, but mostly I think I just missed all the baby stuff lying around the house.

  Brayden was growing up: almost twelve years old and so much more a grown-up kid than a baby anymore that I missed those days.

  But I had long ago agreed with Finn that if he didn’t want to have kids of his own, I was fine with it. I really was, but I still wondered sometimes what a boy would look like with Finn as his dad.

  “Hey,” Finn said and brushed back my hair. “Where’d you go?”

  I didn’t think he wanted an answer when he began lifting my tank top off me and then removing my shorts and underwear. I lay on the bed naked under him and watched as he popped the button on his jeans.

  “I’m right here,” I whispered, licking my lips when Finn dropped his jeans to the floor.

  “You were thinking.”

  “I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

  I widened my legs as Finn chuckled and crawled over me, settling his hips between mine.

  “What is it?”

  I brushed a finger along his eyebrows. I shook my head, but told him the truth because I always told him the truth. “I was just thinking how handsome a boy we would have if we ever had one.”

  “Meg…” His voice softened and I smiled. I knew and I understood completely.

  “I know, Finn. And it’s okay. Sometimes when I’m around all these babies everyone is having, I just think about it.”

  His lips twitched and then brushed over mine before lightly trailing across my cheek back to my ear. His scruff tickled my skin and I squirmed beneath him. His erection pressed against my wet center, and a moan fell from my lips.

  “Pretty sure I promised you on our wedding day that I would give you whatever you wanted, as long as you said you loved me.”

  A lump formed in my throat. “I don’t need that to be happy.”

  And then he made me cry when he said, “Maybe I want to know how beautiful a girl we would have if she looked like her mom when she was born.”

  “Really?” I choked over my tears.

  “But first…” Finn said and pulled back. Then he reached down and brushed his thumb over my clit. “I think we need some more practice.”

  “Practice is good.” I gasped as he slid his hard shaft inside me.

  He still felt just as good, if not undoubtedly better, six years after making love the first time. It didn’t take long before I was biting his shoulder in order to keep my pleasured groans and whimpers quiet while Finn made love to me.

  Our relationship and marriage wasn’t always what I thought it should be, but it worked for us. And as I grew more comfortable with the motorcycle club life, I grew to understand it more.

  They might have done things I didn’t agree with, but for the most part I stayed ignorant to the true depths of how they operated and how they kept our town safe.

  But I loved Finn, and I had fallen in love with him at a time in my life that I never wanted to relive—but would, if it meant we ended up together all over again…except with maybe a few less mistakes.

  “I love you,” I whispered after my orgasm subsided.

  Finn was still on top me, chest heaving from his own orgasm, and when he put those eyes on me—that square jaw, the muscled arms, and a chest that rippled when he laughed freely like he did so often these days—I knew I didn’t have it good…

  I had it better than any woman on the planet.

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  One

  “Call me when you get there?”

  I look at the man who stole my heart when I was fourteen and has yet to give it back. James’s dark brown eyes focus solely on mine and my hand clutches the handle of the suitcase tighter. Never in my life did I think I’d become a typical cliché.

  Anger pulls at me, the reminder of his betrayal clawing at me from the inside out, wanting to strike.

  Needing to strike.

  “Laurie.” My name falls from his lips in an anguished purr. God, he’s so sexy. “Come home to me.”

  I shake my head in indecision. “I told you I need time to figure it out.”

  “I’ve said I’m sorry.” He takes a step toward me and my shoulders instantly stiffen. If James touches me now, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to walk away. But I need to, at least for a little while. I need to get my head straight and figure out my options.

  The only downside is I’m leaving him with her. Because even after he screwed his assistant on a business trip three months ago, she still works for him.

  And every day when James walks out the front door, with an apology and an untrusted promise to love me forever as he brushes his warm lips against my temple, he goes and spends nine hours sitting ten feet from her.

  “It will never happen again. I swear it. It was all a mistake. Just tell me what I can do to make this up to you. I’ll do anything.”

  Except counseling. I scowl. Because counseling is for people who aren’t smart enough to work out their own issues. I’m still uncertain if that was a jab at me the night I approached him about marital counseling. His quick apology told me it wasn’t, but something must have been wrong with us - or me - for him to screw Becky in the first place.

  Becky. Not Rebecca—but Becky. Because it’s perky and happy…just like she is. I hate her. Despise her for willingly sleeping with a married man.

  A man who is married to her best friend.

  Is there any deeper betrayal? Is there anything worse in the world that can possibly rip you open from the inside out when you overhear a conversation between your husband and your best friend discussing their one night together?

  I sigh, exhausted from the stress and the worry and the anger and just…everything.

  “I’ll be home Friday night.” I ignore his eyes and focus on his jet-black hair. The view isn’t any better. No matter where I look at my husband, my childhood sweetheart and one and only lover, my pulse always begin to strum a beat quicker. I hate him for it. “I’ll let you know what I plan to do when I return.”

  I’m being formal. Stiff. An unfortunate product of my wealthy childhood, where I was always forced to be perfect. I shed that life years ago, but in times like this I’m grateful to my parents for teaching me how to wear a mask of indifference.

  It’s the only way I’ve survived the last four weeks since I overheard James and Becky—in my own damn kitchen. I haven’t been able to cook in there since.

  And fuck them: I like cooking. They’ve not only stolen my trust, but my hobbies, and the security I used to feel whenever I walked into my house.

  My house. The house James and I moved into when we were married five years ago. The house we bought and planned to raise our future children in.

  It’s within walking distance to our quaint downtown along Lake Michigan.

  It’s beautiful. Everything about it from the size and the location is perfect.

  And now I hate it. Hate them.

  And yet at the same time, I still love him.

  “I’m so tired of arguin
g with you about this, James. Just let me go.”

  “Never.” He takes two large, quick steps, and soon his familiar and comforting frame is towering over me. I love it. I used to be able to lean my forehead against his broad chest and breathe in his cologne—my favorite brand I’ve always bought for him. He’d wrap his thick, muscular arms around me and pull me close. There was never a better feeling.

  I haven’t touched him in weeks. And I miss the contact and the warmth he used to provide, but it’s all tainted.

  It’s all bullshit.

  His hand comes out, cups my chin with his warm, soft palm, and raises my head until my gray eyes are pulled to his.

  “I never want to let you go. I don’t know how to get back what we used to have.” He shakes his head, his black hair whisking through the air with the sudden movement. “Fuck. I don’t even have an explanation as to what happened. But I don’t care what it takes…how long I have to work or how long I have to wait…I will earn back your trust. I swear it, Laurie.”

  My nose scrunches.

  “I love you.” His head dips, his lips press harshly against my forehead, and his hand leaves my chin to wrap around the back of my neck. I’m frozen stupid.

  I love you, I want to say. I hate you. I want to say that, too.

  Instead, I exhale a shaky, trembling breath because I no longer remember how to breathe softly and calmly. Not for weeks. He’s stolen my damn breath in the worst of ways, and I’m left feeling knotted and twisted up, all the damn time.

  Yet I still can’t pull away from his tight grip. Even if I have to leave.

  “I have to go,” I mutter through a thick voice. He’s had enough of my tears and my shouts in the last month. I refuse to let him see more.

  His lips leave my skin, but where they just pressed, there’s a burning sensation in the center of my forehead. As if he just marked me. I feel his breath tickle my nose when he leans his forehead against mine. His shoulders shake and his grip on my neck tightens.

  “I’m so damn fucking sorry. Please, come home to me.”

  Three days. I’ve given myself a three-day deadline while I’m in Chicago, five hours away, for a medical technology conference.

  And by the time I come home, my future will be decided.

  Stay and forgive.

  Or leave.

  Acknowledgments

  To my BadAss CP’s – you ladies, as always, rock. I’m so thankful for all of you and absolutely adore the friendships we’ve made. Thank you for always being there to help keep me sane. I can’t wait until the day where we can all meet.

  To Heather Carver, Samien Newcomb, and Natalie Gerber. Thank you for being such amazing beta readers. Y’all rock!

  Thank you to my editor, Amy Jackson. You’re the absolute best. I love working with you and I absolutely adore your sense of humor when it comes to my writing errors.

  After two years of writing and publishing, I have met some incredibly amazing writers, readers, and bloggers on this crazy journey. Thank you to every single one of the blogs that have helped promote my books through reviews, release days, and blog tours. Most especially, thank you to: Love Between the Sheets for all your excellent promotional help. Thank you to Reviews by Tammy and Kim, Three Chicks and Their Books, Up All Night Book Addict, Carver’s Book Cravings, A Literary Perusal, and Wild Wordy Women. I know…I’m leaving off a ton…but please know that I truly appreciate all of you more than I can say.

  To Shanoff Reads. You are absolutely incredible. Thank you so much for all your work as my assistant. How did I survive without you?

  To the readers: You’re the BEST!!!! Thank you so much for cheering me on, for pushing me to get books out, and for loving my books when I finally finish them! I read every single review, every post, every message, and every e-mail. Thank you for taking the time to let me, and others, know how much you love this series.

  And to my family. I couldn’t do this without your support Thank you for giving me the time to get lost inside my head while these books are written.

  To my God and Savior, Jesus Christ. All Glory and Honor is Yours.

  About the Author

  Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.

  She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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  And don’t forget to check out Stacey’s other books:

  The Nordic Lords Series

  Point of Return

  Point of Redemption

  Point of Freedom

  Point of Surrender

  Other Books

  Just One Song

  Just One Week

  Remembering Us

  Don’t Lie To Me

  Try Me – A Don’t Lie To Me Novella

  Upcoming Books ~ 2015

  Entice, The Affair Series – Erotic Romance

  Embrace, The Affair Series – Erotic Romance

  Tangled Fate, The Firedside Series – Contemporary Romance