Hard Roads
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I didn’t even bother getting into a nightgown before crawling in bed and curling up in the warmth of the soft mattress and blankets.
“You’re late.”
Rough from sleep, his voice echoed through the room just as a bedside lamp flicked on beside us. Turning back to me, he looked at me with eyes the same color as the whiskey I could smell on his breath. “I was about to come looking for you.”
Reaching out, I placed my hand on the warmth of his cheek and smiled. “I’m fine. Pamela and Ellen had to go home to their kids and our dishwasher called out so I got stuck cleaning up after the dinner rush left. It was a busy night tonight.”
Large arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against him, his full lips finding my neck when he kissed me. My head fell back at the sensation and I reached down to pull his hand up where I could see it. The word “Munch” was tattooed across his wrist in the same lettering as “JD” was tattooed on mine. We’d gotten them done together and in memory and honor of each other.
Looking over at the clock, I was concerned that he was up waiting for me. “I thought you had to work tomorrow. Why are you still awake?”
His mouth was still pressed to my skin when he answered, “I called out. Figured we could head out early tomorrow since you don’t have to work. We can leave here when we wake up and take our time heading out to Nevada.”
It wasn’t a bad idea and I looked forward to days on the road, the wind breaking against my face as I held onto the man I loved most in this world.
Like the two anniversaries that had come before, we held true to our promise to ride out and tend to the grave of the man who had given up his life to save us both. Tears welled in my eyes to remember Henry. For the little amount of time that I’d known him, he’d become the image I saw when I thought of what a father should be.
I wouldn’t be alive today if he hadn’t risked everything to trick Hector into giving me up and JD wouldn’t be alive if he hadn’t jumped in front of him when my father had pulled the trigger. It had been Henry’s blood on my hands that night and I tried to shake away the memory of watching him die. He’d sacrificed everything for JD and me and we’d sworn to ride out every year to clean off his grave and visit him as a thank you for everything he’d done.
“Did you get the bike ready?”
“Yeah, babe. I tuned it up this afternoon when I got home. My trusty steed should have no problems taking us across the country.”
His hands slid up my body and gripped over my breasts possessively as his mouth fell on mine. Passion ignited between us and, even though it had been three years that we’d been together, I still felt faint when he touched me or looked at me with hunger in his eyes.
Positioning himself between my legs, he took no time pushing himself inside me and forcing my breath from my lungs. Carnal and raw, his need and desire for me never seemed to fade. I was his to do with as he pleased and he knew it, taking advantage of that fact every chance he could get. I don’t know if it was because our love was forged in the dark heat of tragedy, but it was a love that was never-ending, a bond that was welded so tight, that nothing would ever be able to come between us.
…
After exhausting ourselves the night before, we slept in the next morning, packing the few things we needed to take with us and climbing on JD’s bike to head out west in the direction of the life we’d left behind.
I didn’t mind the trips because I would forever honor Henry for being the first person in my life to honor me regardless of what I could do for him in return. He was the example I kept in my head of not only the code of the road but the code of a well-lived life.
Who knows, maybe if a man like him had raised me, I wouldn’t have hated the MC life so much, but that hadn’t been in the cards and I realized fate had a funny way of playing things out so that they eventually would come together to make a person understand why bad things had to happen in order for good to come out of it.
Life was nothing more than the sunlight breaking through a storm. The beauty of good made more beautiful for having breached the dark and violent clouds. It made you appreciate it more when you could compare it to the nightmares and shadows that came before.
I appreciated everything about my life now and I didn’t hate on the past that had brought me to this point.
So, as we traveled along the hard cement roads in memory of everything that had happened that brought us together, JD and I felt free in the crashing wind that made it easier for us to breath deeper. Our hearts beating in unison, we rode out, no longer fearful of the future or angry with our past.
It was this yearly trip that kept us close to one another, the days on end that allowed me to wrap my arms around him and for our hearts to beat as one.
Life hadn’t been kind to either of us. We were both born into lives that neither of us wanted and we both had to go through hell to find each other. However, it was those same roads that made us who we were: strong, alive and thankful for having found kindred spirits along our path.
It’s like I said in the beginning, and it’s something I will tell any person I stumble upon who is traveling the bleak and tortuous highways that bring us all together in this life:
We can’t hate on the pain and tragedy that form our lives, because it might be what’s needed to lead us to our destiny. People meet and become acquainted in the events and turmoil that shape us into who we were meant to become.
But most importantly, I would tell any person who will listen that in the end, it doesn’t matter how our paths intersect, because when it comes down to the basic truth of our lives…
…we’re all stuck traveling down hard roads.
The End
LILY WHITE
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue