“Shhh, baby,” Logan murmured as she rolled on top of me. “It’s ok. I’m ok.”
“It’s not fucking okay, Logan,” I spit out. “They fucking touched you.”
“Colt,” she said pushing up so that our foreheads met. “You erased all of that last night.” She ran her hands from my shoulders to my elbows, pushing my arms to encase her. “You are touching me now,” she said kissing my lips, “and will be the only one who ever gets to touch me again.”
The weight I felt at her mumbled confession lifted as I opened my eyes to see happiness and love reflected back at me in her clear, blue eyes. “Ok, beautiful,” I replied sitting up with her in my arms. “Get dressed and I will be back soon.”
She took my face in her hands pulling it down so I would look at her. “Just be careful. I want you to get this over with so we can go home.” Home, I cannot fucking wait.
“Will do beautiful,” I said placing one last kiss on her lips. I was counting down the minutes until I could get her the away from Crazy Z and his merry band of fucked-up misfits.
Logan
The roar of motorcycles was deafening and I loved it. The sight of the entire Soul Reapers MC riding in formation was quite a sight. Wesson led the pack with Colt and Whistler riding side-by-side. I was snuggled behind Colton as we started to put serious miles between us and the Hellhounds. I never felt so free as my nerves started to settle and my own personal hell was in the rear view.
Last night with Colton was one of the most intense moments of my entire life. He loves me. I could not wait to get home and tell Campbell. I was an old lady after all. The thought brought a smile to my face as I buried my face in Colt’s cut taking a deep breath. Leather and man. I would never get enough of him.
We had about an eight-hour ride to get back to Camden City. It felt amazing to be wrapped around Colton. I could feel the heat radiating off him; his back to my chest. The feel of his heat on me was both reassuring and a huge turn-on. I could not wait to get home and show him just how hot this ride was making me.
We stopped once to eat and refuel at some small rest stop. Most of the guys ordered without even looking at the menu and the waitress knew Colton’s name. Before last night I would have gotten pissed but with his hand on my thigh giving it a slight squeeze every so often I could not muster a care about any woman knowing Colton before me. As we entered Camden City, Wesson and Whistler pulled off towards the clubhouse as Colton continued to drive straight. Some brothers followed their President while others followed Colton. Further into town what was once a roaring parade was now just Colton’s pipe singing as we turned onto our street.
Colton helped me get off first. Both of the houses were dark. “Where are Tank and Cam?”
“I don’t know,” he answered. “Go ahead and check your place and I will check around back for Tank’s bike.”
I ran up to the front door realizing I did not have any keys and went around back to our secret key hide-away. As I got back there so did Colton and we both saw that Tank’s bike was not there.
“Would they be at Tank’s?” I questioned trying to stay calm.
“Tank’s place is a shithole, which was why he always stayed with me. Let’s just check both places. Meet me out front.”
“Ok,” I replied as I got my spare key and went around front to unlock the door.
“Cam,” I yelled once I was inside. I switched on the lights as I walked through the living room to the kitchen. I was only met with silence. “Tank,” I called, “you guys here?” I turned on the stairway light as I raced up the steps checking Campbell’s room then mine. Nothing.
I went back outside as Colton exited his place with his cell to his ear. When our eyes met I knew something was wrong. His white knuckle grip on the phone had me walking towards him. As I reached him I could hear Campbell’s frantic voice on the other end.
“What’s wrong?” I asked reaching out to touch him. He waved me off as he started pacing back and forth. He hit a few buttons on the phone and raised it back to his ear. I could hear Campbell’s voice again as she was frantically yelling into the phone. When the message ended he hit buttons again as he handed me the phone. “Listen,” he said.
“Colton. Oh shit. Oh Shit. Fuck. Some fucking car just bumped us and shit . . . we crashed . . . I can’t find Tank. I think he slid down the fucking side of the gorge. Tank,” she yelled, “Tank. Answer me damn it.” My heart broke at the desperation in her voice. “Shit . . . oh shit. The fucking car is turning around. Shit . . . what am I supposed to do? It’s coming back. Oh. My. God.” I could hear her panting as she started to run away. “Stay away,” she screamed. “No, don’t fucking touch me. No. Tank!” A brief pause as you heard her feet pounding the pavement trying to get away. “Come here bitch.”
My gasp was met with silence as the line went dead.
EPILOGUE
Logan – One year later
“That feels amazing baby. Don’t stop,” I begged as he added a second finger. My need for him grew with every plunge. I could feel the weight of my orgasm start to build as he took my clit between his lips sucking hard. The pleasure pain sent sparks firing throughout my body causing me to cry out his name.
“That’s it beautiful,” he said as he drew out my climax. He kissed me again and again, making love to my mouth as his fingers continued their play.
“Hey,” Emma yelled from the other side of the door. “What is going on in there? That better not be the groom-to-be with his bride-to-be the night before the wedding.”
“It’s not,” I replied back as Colton buried his face in my neck to hide his chuckle.
“Yeah right,” she teased back.
Colton and I both laughed as we heard her walk away. “Well Mrs. Soon-To-Be Murphy it looks like that is all the playing we get to do until tomorrow,” Colton said as he kissed me.
“Looks that way Mr. Murphy,” I said kissing him back, “but I can’t wait to pick up where we left off.”
“Me either,” he said as he ground his rock hard need into me. I laughed as he took my face in his hands. The love I saw in his eyes reflected what I felt in my heart. “I love you beautiful,” he said as he placed a kiss on my forehead, my nose, and then my lips.
“I love you too Colt.”
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