She sighed, and sleepily whispered, “I love you too.”
I wasn’t sure if she’d remember telling me that when she woke up, but it didn’t matter. She’d said the words, and they felt like she’d given me the passcode to her heart. Her fucking soul.
I’d made a lot of mistakes along the way, listened to people when I shouldn’t have, had allowed my fucked-up brain to fuck itself up even more, and I’d almost ruined my and her life. Yet, here we were.
She’d forgiven me. She loved me.
And I knew I’d count every fucking day we had together as a blessing, because I deserved neither her forgiveness nor her love, but I was selfish. I was greedy. And I’d take it all. All she had to give.
Forever and a day, because Stone was mine. And I was fucking hers.
Stone
My body aching with the regular grumbles that came after working a long shift, I squinted at the clock on the nightstand and groaned with relief when I saw it was only one PM. I hummed under my breath and, about to snuggle some more into the covers, I flopped backward, and yelped my ass off when someone was already there. Someone that was definitely not Mrs. Biggins.
Of course, when I twisted around and saw Steel, my heart stopped its pounding, and when I saw him peering at me, all grumpy like, he muttered, “You forget about me, Stone?”
My nose crinkled, then I yawned and twisted around so I could cuddle into him. “In my defense,” I muttered back, “I went to bed alone.”
He snorted as he settled his hand on my butt as I lifted my leg and rested it on his thighs. A quick tap to the tush was my thanks as he replied, “Yesterday.”
“Huh?” I yawned some more as I shoved my face into his throat. “What was yesterday?”
“When you fell asleep,” he said dryly.
Jerking upward, I blinked and gaped at him, then shook my head. “No way.”
“Yes way. You’ve been asleep thirty-six hours.” His lips twisted. “You almost scared the shit out of me, but you were snoring like a trooper, so I knew I didn’t have to worry about you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t snore.”
He raised a hand, stuck one of his fingers up to tell me to wait a minute, then rolled over to grab his phone. When he played my snoring, I huffed at him. “I can’t believe you recorded that. Anyway, that could be anyone snoring.”
“Carry on listening,” he replied dryly.
Grumbling under my breath as I sank back into bed, yawning again, I tensed when I heard a moan. A very feminine moan. Followed by a sleepy-voiced me muttering, “Stop it, Harry.”
My eyes flared wide, and I shot him a sheepish look. “Oops.”
His eyes were the opposite of wide. He narrowed them at me, and replied, “I think we need to teach your body who owns it.”
I bit my bottom lip. “I dream about a lot of things.”
He shook his head. “Not anymore. I’m claiming them all.”
“Claiming my dreams? My subconscious isn’t Greenland!” I sputtered, then shrieked when he rolled me onto him and maneuvered me so I was straddling his hips. The second I was there, my pussy against his dick, his hand sailed through the air and walloped my buttock. “Hey! No fair! I can’t be blamed for what my subconscious does or says! Anyway, I have a lot of bad dreams too.”
When a giggle sounded next on the recording, I heaved a sigh. “Can we switch that off now?” Especially as yesterday’s Stone was intent on getting me into trouble.
“We can in a second,” he rumbled, and deep in his eyes, I could see his amusement at my predicament, even if I could also feel his hardness growing against my pussy.
As much as I could tell that he didn’t like my mentioning other dudes’ names while I was asleep—and I couldn’t blame him, because I’d toss him out of bed if he so much as groaned one of the clubwhores’ names—he was definitely okay with using it to his advantage.
When he slapped my ass cheek again, it was in time to me moaning, “Steel, right there.”
I gaped at his phone, which he’d rested on my pillow, then turned to him, cheeks blazing, “Well.”
“Apparently, you’ve got dreams of a threeway, huh?” he rasped, before he soared up, all those yummy muscles in his abdomen tightening and tautening before he clamped me to him and brought me down so I was resting on his chest. “I ain’t never sharing you, baby doll. Neh-vuh. So I think you need to get used to my dick being the only dick that’s going in this pussy until kingdom comes.”
“What kind of kingdom?” I replied, because that was all I had to say.
Him and me were more than on the same page. We were writing the same frickin’ book.
No way in hell did I want to have a threeway. And even though sleepy Stone was apparently down and dirty, I sure as shit wasn’t.
He narrowed his eyes at my question, which made me wonder if he’d thought I’d argue with him. Not only was Harry on another coast, in another world, almost, I had no designs on him. If, back in the day, I’d asked him to stay in New York, he probably would have. He wanted more than I wanted to give, as was usually the way with all my relationships.
But I was all in with Steel.
Had been since I was fifteen. Would be until I was a hundred-fifteen.
I tipped my head down to press a kiss to his lips as he slapped my butt, which had me jerking back to glare at him. “What was that for?”
“Moaning another guy’s name in your sleep!”
He was huffing now, and my lips twitched as I wriggled my butt. “You gonna keep on spanking me for stuff I can’t help?”
“Yeah, I am,” he grumbled, spanking me on the other cheek too.
The sting felt so good though, so good.
“Where did my bathrobe go?” I queried as I rocked my hips, rolling my pussy down his dick so that I could get some good friction. When his glans nudged my clit, I sighed with delight.
“Pulled it off you last night. You were all tangled in it,” he muttered as he buried his face in my throat, his tongue coming up to trace the letter ‘S’ of his branding there.
I shivered as he nibbled his way down from that part, which had barely any flesh on it, all the way to the softer part of my neck. When he nipped me, sucking down hard too, and then spanked me, I yelped before I felt my pussy flood with heat.
That had fucking hurt, but in the best possible way.
With his hold on me absolute, the way his arm was banded at the center of my back, with the hand on my shoulder so he was keeping me pinned down, the only thing I could move was my lower body, so I wiggled my ass and loved how that had me nudging my clit too.
“You getting yourself off there, baby doll?”
I squinted up at him, bare and unashamed in the midday light that pierced the blinds and gently pooled around us. “Can I help it you’re better than porn at getting me wet?”
His lips twitched at that, before he surprised me yet again, by sitting up, then twisting me around so I was lying flat on his thighs, butt to the air, all my body on the mattress apart from my groin, which was on his lap.
It was a clever way to hold me, actually. The sneaky shit. My scars were resting on the sheets, my pelvis area tipped up, thanks to his legs, and my face was burrowed in the rest of the bedding.
I yelped when he gave me a good lick on one cheek, then I hummed when the burn that instantly came after had me rubbing my face into the sheets.
Maybe some women didn’t like being spanked, maybe some liked it during sex. Me? It was an instant pacifier.
I could already feel the buzz in my head as he carried on tanning my ass, turning the skin pink and rosy. Every now and then, he’d pause and ask, “In pain?”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I’d reply, drowsy to the last as he somehow gave me what I needed. Without my even having to ask for it.
Unless I’d been talking in my sleep again, of course.
For real, I needed to have a conversation with my subconscious, and make sure it was well aware that I s
topped mentioning men in my dreams but definitely talked about spanking and how much I fucking loved it.
When his fingers traced down between my butt cheeks after a couple more spanks, he rumbled, “Someone’s wet.”
“Someone loves your hands on my ass,” I rumbled back, groaning when he speared a finger inside me, coated it in my slickness, then rolled it down to my clit to rub me.
I whined slightly when he carefully touched me, until another finger slipped into my gate and he began dragging the tips down the front wall of my pussy as he played with my clit.
Biting the inside of my cheeks, hips arching high as I groaned, legs splaying wider to encourage him to carry on. His free hand slapped one of my cheeks, and he growled, “You move, I stop.”
That had me pouting but freezing mid-movement, and I hissed out a breath when he started to fuck me faster with his hand. I had no idea how he did that, timing it so perfectly so that he could caress my clit too, all I knew was that he had me seeing stars.
I groaned, tensed all the muscles in my belly to stop myself from rolling my hips, but sweet fuck, it was close to impossible. I needed to move, I felt like all my muscles were juddering with the pleasure I was forced to contain, when that was the last thing I wanted.
When I rocked once, he gave me three slaps, one on each cheek and then a small one on my clit, which had him screwing his fingers into me in a different direction.
Behind my eyelids, my eyes were rolling, and when my thighs trembled with the need to stay still and I sank onto his lap, hoping that would ground me and stop me from wanting to rock, he returned to what he’d been doing.
He finger fucked me until I was screaming, until the need to move was painful, and when I did? When I climaxed and was sobbing as I was pummeled with pleasure, he pulled out at the worst possible time as my pussy was clenching down around him, and showered my butt with tiny slaps that burned like a bitch.
Each one made me whimper, and each one made my body jerk like I’d been shocked, and each fucking one had my climax soaring higher and higher, until I was almost goddamn howling with need.
When he maneuvered himself so that he was no longer under me but on top of me, with me flat to the bed and my body still whining from the orgasm he’d stunned me with, he bent over me and whispered, “Pull your ass cheeks apart.”
I instantly obeyed, even as everything that made me me was going into meltdown mode, and when his cock landed on my ass, sliding down and coating my skin with his pre-cum, I prepared for his dick to tunnel into me.
When it did, my eyes flickered with the sensation, and I growled as he thrust into me, filling every inch. In this position, he felt so much bigger and thicker, and I loved it. My stomach twinged slightly, but I made sure to stay still as he began to rock into me.
His gentleness, at a moment, where I knew he wanted to pound into me meant more than he could ever know, because I wanted that too. I wanted him to take me roughly, I wanted him to burn off his feelings on me, and while we couldn’t do that yet, I loved that we’d found a compromise.
He leaned over me, settling his forearms either side of my head, and rasped, “This pussy is mine.”
“This dick is mine,” I moaned back.
“No one else’s.”
I gulped. “No one else’s.”
“Ever.”
“Ever.” I sighed at that, melting into the sheets which, even though it should have hurt my stomach even more, actually didn’t. He sped up, like he sensed it, and as his cock hit me in places no dick ever could, because I was made for him and he was made for me, I snarled, “I love you, Steel.”
A sharp cry escaped him, and I felt his body jerk as he came, his dick spurting into me, his seed flooding my pussy. We’d never talked about birth control, but at that moment, I resented my IUD, even though we needed a lot more time together before we were ready for that next step. I wasn’t even sure if a kid was possible with my scarred stomach as it was, but I knew, then and there, that I wanted his baby.
I wanted his everything.
I wanted to be his everything too.
As he filled me full of his cum, I sighed into the sheets, more than happy that I’d got mine, but what I loved even more? When he pulled out and carefully rearranged me so that I was on my back. He spread my legs, settled his now-softening dick against my pussy, and when he slipped the tip in, my eyes widened some as they caught his, but he didn’t try to go deeper, just rocked into me, sliding over my clit with our mingled arousal, before he moved over me, resting so that his forehead was on mine.
“I love you, Steel.” I smiled at him, a little sleepy now after that.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, and asked, “You going to make an honest man out of me?”
I felt my heartbeat slow, and everything in me burn with excitement. I knew what he meant. Knew it, and heard it, and wanted that so fucking badly that I didn’t know what to do with myself. But my answer was, “I don’t know. I don’t want an honest man. I just want you.”
He scoffed at me, lifting slightly so that his eyes were tangled in mine. But his grin? Beatific. Like a kid whose mom had just told him he could eat the full tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
“You got me, baby doll.”
I licked my lips as I reached for his left hand with mine. “Forever?”
“Forever.”
“That a vow?”
“It’s a vow.”
I sighed. “Good.” He kissed me. Softly. Cherishing me with his gentle touch. Then I whispered, “Wanna nap?”
He snickered. “With you in my bed? What kind of question is that? Course I do.”
So we napped.
And it was the best nap ever.
Epilogue
Stone
Patch-in parties were boring, because they were like frat parties but with bikers.
That meant, of course, that the random shit stupid college kids did in frat houses looked like a bunch of pussies were behind the pranks by comparison.
I remembered Steel’s patch-in party and knew he’d had his stomach pumped. As had Nyx. And watching Jaxson and Hawk—who’d grown even grumpier since his brother had gone missing and his Dad had died—be promoted from Prospect to full brother, while four other guys from the local area were patched in as Prospects and treated to the same fate, I realized why.
They were challenging each other to finish a bottle of tequila the fastest.
Dumb fucks.
I caught Giulia’s eye, watched her roll hers, and I pointed to the door.
She nodded, and made her way toward me, as did Lily and Tiff, who were evidently as bored as me.
Parties here were actually a lot of fun when you were able to dance and could drink, both of which I couldn’t do yet, but this was just stupid. I hated stupid.
It was annoying.
Especially as, tomorrow, I was back in the ER, so I’d probably be the one examining these dicks’ stomach contents.
Fun.
Heaving a sigh as I made it outside—a two-day break wasn’t enough to make me feel normal again—I took a seat on one of the benches that had made an appearance recently just outside the door. Lots of benches and chairs had suddenly appeared since my return here too, which I knew was for my benefit. A gentle hint to take it easy, to keep my ass on a chair.
When I seated myself, Giulia plopped her butt there too, and Tiff and Lily made an appearance, with Tiff sitting on the bench and Lily leaning against her legs. Unsurprisingly, Ghost and Keira popped up, and they sat cross-legged on the ground in front of us.
We were a real bunch, the new Old Ladies, and it amused me to think that because I’d always thought I’d be here when I was a kid, but as an adult, I’d never been able to imagine it happening.
Funny how life turned out, wasn’t it?
I stared up at the sky, grateful to be breathing in fresh air and to be away from the loud music. Sure, it spilled outside, but I could actually hear it over the bass now, and I hummed along
to the sick beat as the others started talking.
In the distance, I heard the gate open, and my brows rose because I knew the entire club was on the compound. Which meant those gates should be locked up tight all night.
Giulia evidently heard it too, and she sat up straighter, squinting down the drive.
When a bike rolled up, coming to a halt halfway to the clubhouse, I sat forward, squinting through the darkness, wishing the damn flood lights would pop on as I tried to figure out who it was.
I guessed it could be Storm, because I knew Keira had been having trouble with Cyan, and it made sense for him to come and see her.
But when my eyes adjusted, and the spotlights finally blared on when the biker moved into its sensor, I gasped when I registered who it was.
Giulia tensed, and she went to stand, jerking upright for her butt to hover above the bench, but Bear, Rex’s dad, shook his head.
My gaze darted between them, trying to figure out the silent communication going down beside me, but I had no idea what was happening. Especially when Giulia, who never obeyed anyone—rarely even Nyx—plunked her ass down.
Confused, I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on, and when the others saw our attention was diverted, they twisted and swiveled to see who we were looking at.
“Who’s that?” Tiff queried in surprise.
“Rex’s dad,” I replied, still bewildered by how Giulia had looked at him. Sure, she’d been raised here, but she hadn’t seen him in years. Would she even remember him? I knew Bear hadn’t been back home since she’d returned to the clubhouse, because Mav would have kept me in the loop.
So why the long look? Why the weird, silent communication—
“Is it weird that I think he’s hot?” Lily questioned, making us all laugh.
Well, apart from me.
I knew Bear too well. Something was going on.
When he stared straight at me, I sensed his urgency, but I didn’t get what the fuck was happening.
He was trying to tell me something, and the way he was standing? Not coming toward us? That was a message in and of itself.
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