by Ashley Hall
“I know you got shot at, that you’re involved in some deep shit.”
“Not anymore. I swear it. Walking away from all of that. Riding away.” I pointed to our bikes. “Leaving it all behind. I swear. Sky deserves better than that. She’ll never be in danger. She’ll want for nothing. We’re going to work, Marie. We’re going into this for—”
“The long haul.”
“No. For forever.”
She squinted at me.
I dug into my pocket and removed a ring box. A different ring box. Sky deserved a different ring than the one I hadn’t even asked to give to Allie.
Marie’s eyes widened. “You’re going to…”
“When the moment is right.” I tucked it away. “Once we’re settled. Once she’s back on her feet with a job and paying back her bills. Once I get a new job—”
“Which will be?”
“I want to be a police officer. Work my way up to detective.”
“You? A cop?” She snorted.
The only way it was a possibility was because Eyebrow had hacked into the local police station’s computer system and located and deleted my DNA from the blood they had found in the apartment from their system. Otherwise, when they would have tested me for the academy, they would’ve matched my blood to that at the murder scene. But now I could put the skills I had honed for years to good use. Sky had asked me multiple times why I couldn’t just let the police handle the pedophiles. Well, if I was the police, I could.
“It’s what I want,” I said simply, not caring if Marie understood.
She glanced at the clubhouse, so I did too, but there was no sign of Sky. She sighed deeply, and when I looked back at her, her face was troubled.
“What is it?” I asked. “I swear I—”
“It’s not you. Well, some of it was. Her telling me that you’re a bad guy and all of that… but even before… you’re right. I have always hated you. Listen, don’t tell any of this to Sky, ok? I might one day. I might not.” She took a deep breath.
I nodded and crossed my arms.
“My first serious boyfriend was a biker. Big, tough, hot, amazing in bed…” She flushed. “But he was also an asshole. He would use me as a punching bag. Beat me up. I don’t mean a slap here and there. He almost broke my arm once, and one night, he threw me into the coffee table, and I had to get stitches.”
Guys who hit women were as bad as pedos. It twisted my stomach to realize why she was telling me this. “I reminded you of him,” I said slowly.
“Yes.” She stared me down. “Leaving him wasn’t easy. He stalked me. It didn’t matter to him that I had a restraining order against him. He wouldn’t give me a moment of peace.”
“What a fucking asshole.”
“You got that right. One night…” She glanced at the clubhouse again. “He came after me at a bar. He was so drunk. Swung a punch at me. Missed and hit another guy. They got into it. Security tried to separate them. They ended up calling the cops. Here it turns out my ex-boyfriend had been wanted in another state for assault and battery. As far as I know, he’s still rotting in jail, where he belongs.”
“Good.” I winced. “I mean, good that he’s in jail, not that you went through all of that. And Sky has no idea?”
“She doesn’t tell me everything, so why should I tell her everything? But life’s been much kinder to me ever since.” Her face transformed as she smiled, and I could tell she was thinking about her husband. “I just want Sky to be happy, bottom line.”
“Me too. If I don’t make her happy, I’ll set her free.” Not that that would happen.
“That’s why you’re not asking her right away. You know she would say yes if you did.”
I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. We needed some peace, some time for ourselves away from the whole mess that had been our lives. We needed to just be Shadow and Sky. Then we could get our lives in order and work everything out. And then we could be together forever, but only after we had our legs firmly planted in the real world. For so long, I had felt adrift, like I was in an endless nightmare, only seeing the shadows and darkness of the world. Now my eyes were opened, and I could rejoin society. I needed purpose and a goal. So did Sky. Once we were settled, we could take the next step with our relationship. There was no need to rush.
“No more bad stuff? No more being a bad guy?” Marie asked suddenly.
“Not at all. I don’t know if you believe me or not, but I swear I want to do right by her.”
“Well, leaving here for a new life is the best way to get started.” Marie nodded and held out her hand again. We shook. “You do make her happy. I can tell. I thought she was just blinded by your looks and your bedroom prowess. I thought she didn’t see any of your flaws or that she made excuses for them. Or that she wanted to change you, and we all know that never works out.”
“I am changed,” I protested.
“Not just because of her, though. I can tell you’ve changed. There is something different about you. I’m not sure what exactly it is, but it’s because you wanted to change.”
“I’m not changing for her,” I said slowly.
Marie snapped her fingers. “You’re changing for you. And that’s why I think it might last. That it will work for you two. I’m sure you changed a little for her, but you can’t make a lasting change if it’s only for another person.”
“So you give me your blessing to propose to her one day?”
“Make her happy and keep her happy first and we’ll see.” But Marie was grinning. At me. It was a miracle.
Silence fell then, but it wasn’t awkward.
A minute later, Sky came back out. I couldn’t help noticing she didn’t bring anything with her.
Marie obviously noticed too because she put her hands on her hips. “You just wanted us to talk!”
“Maybe.” Sky giggled. “And you two did so…” She glanced from her sister to me and back again. “Well? Are you two on better terms now?”
“I guess.” Marie huffed and rolled her eyes.
We all laughed.
The sisters hugged, and then Marie surprised me by hugging me too. “I know you’ll treat her right,” she murmured in my ear.
“I will,” I vowed.
The taxi had been waiting this entire time, and Marie climbed in and took off.
Now it was just Sky and me. Just how I liked it.
I pulled Sky close to me. Her hair smelled of strawberries, and her body felt so right against mine. “I promise that I will always take care of you.” The lump in my throat grew bigger. My heart felt like it was too full. So much of my life had been darkness, but this woman in my arms was my sun, my light.
I had wanted her to be my salvation. Instead, she had helped me to find it myself.
“I will always look out for your best interests. I know that leaving all of this…” I nodded toward the clubhouse. “It’s not going to be easy. We’re going to miss them. Not everything here was all bad.”
“No, it wasn’t.” She nuzzled against me.
“You’re putting your trust in me, and I take that very seriously. Sky, you mean the world to me. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” she whispered.
We kissed. I wasn’t sure who initiated it, but it didn’t matter. It was all passion and heat, and power and love. Fire. Brightness. A spark.
A new beginning.
I was gasping for air when we pulled apart. I hugged her tight and nibbled on her earlobe. “I can’t wait until we get to the hotel.”
We had booked a room for the night at a place several hours away. In my pack, I had a map, and we would decide what city, hell what state, in the morning. It was exciting, living on the edge like this, with just the small saddlebags on our bikes and nothing else.
“Why can’t you wait?” Her heavy breathing told me she knew exactly where I was going with this.
Just thinking about what I wanted to do to her had me rock hard already. “I’m going to help you undress and—”
“Not rip my clothes off?”
“No. I’m going to take my time with you. It’s going to be slow…” I nuzzled my nose against her neck. “It’s going to be tender…” I kissed just below her ear, and she shivered. “It’s going to be passionate…” I pulled back and stared into her eyes, wondering at the love I saw reflected there.
“I think I like the sound of that.” Her grin was naughty.
“And that’s just for the first time we make love tonight,” I continued. “The second time can be as rough and wild and as crazy as you like.”
“I do like rough and wild and crazy. And I like tender and passionate too.” Sky was practically purring. I loved how my dirty talk could turn her on so easily.
“I’m going to eat out your pussy and let you suck my cock—”
“At the same time?”
I grinned wickedly. “Yes. In the shower, if you want. Anywhere. Any position. I want it all with you.”
“Mmm. I can get onboard with that.”
“There’s a new position I want to try.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around me, pressing my erection against her. “Just imagine all of the things we haven’t tried yet. It might be any one of them or it might be something you never thought of before.”
“I can think of a lot of things I want to try with you, want to do with you, to you.” She smiled suggestively and bit her lower lip. “I’m willing to try any new position.”
“Or two or three.” I squeezed her tits through her shirt.
“You gonna have the stamina for all of this in one night?”
“Don’t you worry about me. If you can handle it, I can.”
“Oh, I’ll be able to handle it.” She kissed the corner of my mouth. Damn tease. “I can handle you.”
“Is that a promise?” I asked hoarsely.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, looking up at me through lowered lashes.
After a few more kisses—all right, a lot more than a few—we finally made it onto our bikes and drove off. I felt like a new man, one who could take the world by storm. I was free and with the only woman I would ever love. The future might be uncertain, but I was a survivor, and so was she. With her by my side, I could do anything.
Together, we could do anything. The world was ours. And we were going to take it. The future could not look brighter.
THE END
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Griffin
He didn't need a chokehold to take my breath away.
Sadie
I’ve got my career and reputation to worry about. The last thing I need is some bad boy adrenaline junkie who can’t keep his hands to himself.
So why does the sight of this guy make me want to drop to my knees?
This guy could practically snap me with those massive arms and his double-wide hands. It’s primal. It’s disgusting.
So why do I want it?
He makes headlines with his strong fists and fast women. He discards everyone and everything. I’m a smart girl—too smart to set myself up.
So why am I dying for him to knock me down?
Griffin
She’s just another clean-cut girl hoping to piss off daddy by bringing a bruiser like me around.
Still, I’d like to see that uptight little suit on my bedroom floor.
She thinks she’s smarter than me. I wanna take her down a notch. In fact, I wanna take her all the way down.
A girl like that is just aching to be broken by a man like me.
She seems so pure, so untouched—more likely to curl up with a book than a man.
But we’ll see how much she feels like reading after I’m behind her with a fistful of that gorgeous hair.
Go ahead, sweetheart. Roll those beautiful eyes and use that condescending tone on me.
Soon enough you’ll be tapping out.
Flirt
It takes a perfect bastard to ruin a perfect life…
Wesley Sykes was everything I was taught to stay away from – cocky, foul-mouthed, and living in perpetual sin. He looked the part, too, with broad shoulders wrapped in a leather jacket and a smile designed by the Devil himself.
And now he’s moving in…to my perfect, religious household.
All my life I had been the good girl. Wes warned me he was no good, and every time I wanted to get too close, he reminded me of who he was. I wanted to hate him for it, but I couldn’t. Every time he said no just made me want him even more, and no matter how many times I laid in bed, dreaming of his hands on me, it was never enough. I had to try it.
So I did.
Just once, I promised myself. But once temptation finally won, once wasn’t enough for either of us. There's no turning back now. I'm just praying that no one ever finds out about the things he’s done to my body when no one was looking.
But under this roof, nothing ever stays secret for long…
