The starlet waitress returned with my whiskey. An inviting smile spread across her face when she made eye-contact with Jace. There was no denying the open invitation in the bright eyes she pinned on him. Jace wouldn't ignore her. She set the glass down in front of me, keeping her interest on a grinning Jace.
"Anything I can get you, handsome?" Her tongue came out to lick her bottom lip.
His gaze ran up and down her figure, lingering on the tits that were spilling out of her low-cut dress. "Yeah, doll. I'll have you in about an hour. Before that, bring me what he's having."
Shooting Jace a wink, she sashayed off. I shook my head and reached for my drink. "She's been after me all night. You're her second choice." I took a sip.
Jace laughed and sat back in his chair. "I'll take that. I don't care for blonds, but my dick is just horny enough not to care."
"I remember the days when I just fucked and moved on."
He snorted. "It hasn't been that long, man, unless you're trying to convince me that you remained celibate the last four years."
"Hell, no. There's been women." Too many. Nameless, faceless women who had been used strictly to satisfy my needs. There'd never been any indication that Ginger and I would cross paths again, and I was a man, after all. I had needs just like the next person.
The waitress came back and placed Jace's drink in front of him. "See you in an hour, doll," he reminded her.
"You weren't kidding?" she teased in a seductive tone.
"I never kid about fucking." He reached for his glass. The waitress walked off, but not before giving him an air kiss. He waited until she was out of ear shot before saying, "You need to get your head out of your ass and make up your mind about Ginger. Either make a commitment or turn her loose. Skipper said she walks around like a sad, little mouse when she thinks no one is looking."
Shit. "I've answered her texts," I said defensively.
Jace's brow shot up. "Oh, well, then I don’t know what the fucking problem is, brother. That should be enough for her. What a bitch."
I knew that he was being sarcastic, and he looked angry. Why was a brother getting involved in another brother's shit? It was none of his fucking business. I finished my whisky, while Jace drank his slowly, as if he hadn't just called me out on ignoring Ginger. I scowled. I felt like hitting him.
"Look, I know it's not my place, brother. But I've never seen you like this. That tells me that Ginger means something to you, a lot more than just a warm place to stick your dick. It's obvious you love the girl."
I glared at him. "Yeah, so?"
"So you do love her."
I clenched my jaw, wishing that it were that simple. "Loving her isn't the problem, Jace. Look what almost happened to her because of being with me. I don't want to hurt her. What if someone else who's looking for revenge on me gets to her?"
The sound he made was a poor imitation of the buzzer sound you'd hear on a TV game show. "Already happened, brother. And guess what? She didn't go running, did she? You're the one running. And I'm telling you, man, this could be the biggest mistake of your life. Men like us don't often get as lucky as you. I think you should count your blessings, tell her how you feel, and find out how she feels and go from there."
"What are you all of a sudden, a fucking shrink?" I groused, looking everywhere but at him.
Jace smirked and finished his drink. "Fucking good, huh? And I won't even charge you," he joked.
"Asshole," I grinned, shaking my head.
I thought about the last time that I'd texted Ginger. It had been the day before, after she'd texted just to say hi and to ask if I was okay. She hadn't asked when she would see me again, or if she would see me again, she'd just wanted to make sure that I was good. She’d given me an update on how well Della was doing. She told me that it seemed that having Skipper around had been good for Della. She spent time on her appearance when she knew that he was coming over, and he managed to get her up and moving about the apartment.
The fact was that my woman wasn't whining about me not being around, that she wasn't complaining or crying about the shit that I'd brought down on her. She'd been more concerned about how I was doing, while nursing her best friend back to health. She'd shown nothing but patience, and maybe an understanding that I couldn't comprehend. She was strong and fearless, she'd shown me that. She was a fighter.
And I was a bastard for not fighting for her.
For us.
"I love her," I blurted out, surprising us both. "Jesus, fuck, I love her."
Other than a quirk on his lips, Jace didn't say anything. He relaxed back in his chair, as if his job was done. Something off to the side snagged our attention, and we both turned to see the waitress standing nearby, crooking her little finger at Jace to go to her. He didn't waste any time scooting back his chair and getting up to go join her.
I realized that I needed to go see Ginger before it was too late. The talk with Jace had made me see the truth in his words. I was suddenly glad that I'd returned to town two days before. I'd had to make a quick run up north to take care of a low-life piece of shit who was about to testify against a brother who'd been set up for murder by a rival MC. Supposedly, he was the only witness. That he wasn't under police protection was a mystery in itself, but who was I to question it?
Since my brother, Don, and his club were under close police surveillance, they'd wanted someone from the outside to take the bastard out so that they would have a solid alibi. It had been an easy hit. Scum hung out with scum, and a little money went a long way when it came to getting information. It hadn't taken me long to locate the man in a bar in the seedier side of town, bragging about the money he was going to receive for lying. I'd waited for him to exit the bar, shot him once between the fucking eyes, and then got on my bike and rode back here.
I had no reason to stay away from Ginger now. It was time to grow a pair and confront the woman that I loved. If what Jace had said was true, I'd been a fool. I left some money on the table for my tab and left the bar out the back where I'd left my bike. It was now or never.
It was time to see my woman.
But first, I had to see about a house.
Chapter 33
Ginger
I was in Della's kitchen making dinner when I heard the knock at the door. I turned to glance at Skipper, hoping that he would get it, because I was in the process of dropping pasta into a pot of boiling water. He made eye-contact with me as he got to his feet. We exchanged a smile, and I turned back to the stove. I liked Skipper. At first I'd worried that he was moving too fast with Della, not giving her the time to mentally heal from her ordeal, but after seeing how she had responded to his patience and gentle manipulation I decided that he was just what she needed. He didn't give her time to sit back and feel sorry for herself.
Men were different when it came to situations like this. Women let their hearts rule their actions, while men tended to take the bull by the horns and do what they needed to do to get things done. I unwillingly acknowledged that, had it just been me and Della, she would probably have still been bedridden. Skipper had gotten her up and out of bed on the first day, giving Della a reason to move forward. Ever since then, she'd taken the time to do her makeup and dress nicely before his arrival. I only prayed that he was spending so much time with her because he was serious about pursuing a relationship with her, and not just because he felt sorry for her.
I'd watched him closely. He was very sincere in how he was treating Della. The fact that she seemed comfortable around him, happy even, revealed that she was on the same page as he. Whatever was happening between them was a good thing.
I heard mumbling at the door, but didn't turn around, stirring the pasta until it was covered with water. Next, I stirred the sauce that I'd made earlier, bringing the spoon up to my mouth for a careful taste. Satisfied that it tasted good, I set the spoon aside and covered the sauce.
"Smells good."
I gasped and turned around, surprised to see Rebel standing behi
nd me. I looked beyond him, to the living room, to see that Skipper and Della were heading toward her bedroom. She cast me a smile, her face all but healed from the beating that she'd received. I reluctantly returned my gaze to Rebel, afraid of what I'd see there. So many things went through my mind at once, all of them having to do with him not being in my life. God, I'd missed him so much. It had been almost three weeks since I'd last seen him, and texts hadn't been enough. I drank him up.
As sexy as ever in his head-to-toe biker gear, I noticed that his hair was a little longer than it had been when I’d last seen him, and the scruff on his chiseled jaw was a little thicker. He was bad ass all the way, yet he looked at ease standing before me, content almost. I realized that he was waiting for me to say something.
"Hi." I felt my heart jump, remaining where I was, unmoving. What I really wanted to do was jump into his arms and kiss him all over. A small smile curved my lips upwards. "How have you been?" I heard the nervous tremor in my voice.
"I've missed you like hell," he said, surprising me. His sharp gaze moved over me like a slow caress, causing my nipples to harden immediately against the soft material of my tee. Only he could elicit this instant, intense reaction from my body.
"You're the one who stayed away," I pointed out, hearing the slight bitterness in my tone.
"I had shit to take care of," he replied in a hard voice. He took a step closer, yet kept the small island between us. "I lied to you."
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"You don't owe me thirty grand."
What? That was the last thing I had expected him to say. I wanted to be angry at him, but I couldn't muster up the emotion. The money seemed so unimportant now.
"I've known from the beginning that you didn't take the money. I used it as an excuse to stay close to you."
"You needed an excuse?"
He released a harsh breath. "Yeah. I didn't want to accept that you were different from all the other women, but from the very beginning I knew that you were. You crawled inside my soul until I needed you like I needed air. And I fought that feeling every step of the way."
I didn't have to ask him why, I already knew why. "I should be mad at you," I said, still unable to bring forth any emotion. Instinct told me that our conversation was going to be instrumental in my future happiness.
Our future happiness.
"You should." His crooked grin sent a sharp jolt of awareness through me. "There are a lot of reasons that you should be mad at me." He hesitated. "That you should hate me."
I couldn't let that comment go. Even though love and hate was a marriage between every couple, I'd never hated Rebel, not even in the beginning. He hadn't been the only one who had sensed that there'd been something between us. "No." I shook my head. "I can accept anger, but I'll never hate you." Why couldn't I say the words that I wanted to say? That I loved him?
"I want to explain why I stayed away the last three weeks."
"You had a job."
"That wasn't the only reason, angel. I was a bastard for taking off right after the ordeal you suffered. I should have stayed to take care of you, to help get you through the aftermath. But the fear of what I was feeling sent me away."
"You, afraid?" I tried to make light of it to ease the hardness of what I sensed was coming. Rebel was tense, every muscle in his body locked with the emotion of what he was admitting to. He looked like stone, except for the tic in his strong jaw. It was the only sign that he was trying to hold on to his composure.
"Baby, if you only knew."
"Then tell me," I encouraged softly.
He snorted. "It's hard for a man to expose his weaknesses, and, angel, you've always been mine. The intensity of how much I want you is crippling. I've never wanted another woman like I want you."
"So it's not just sex?" I smiled, already knowing that it wasn't. I recognized that Rebel was torn. I could understand why.
"Fuck no," he said firmly and sharply, grinning. "But I won't deny it's a big part of it. When I'm fucking you, you make me feel content inside. You make me realize that a man like me can have it all. That I already have it all. But what held me back is knowing the danger I put you in. You have to know if we go on from here that there's always the possibility that there will be more danger, someone else looking for revenge, someone who might want to use you to get to me, or hurt you just to hurt me. I don't know if I can live with that."
"That's why you stayed away, isn't it?"
Rebel nodded. "I know it's not the first time I've mentioned it, but after what happened . . ."
"Isn't that my decision to make?" Since he didn't seem inclined to approach me, I walked around the counter to him. "I know the risks, Rebel, but life is full of risks. I know you'll do everything in your power to take care of me, and protect me, but shit will still happen." He grinned at that. "I'm afraid, too--afraid of not having you in my life." I stared up at him, close enough to step into his arms if he'd have me.
"You're a sweet woman. I don't deserve you."
I shrugged. "Maybe not." He snorted. "And this is the last time we have this conversation. We either go on from here, or you leave and never come back." I flinched inwardly, praying that my ultimatum didn't backfire.
One brow arched. "You sound awfully bossy, angel."
"I'm a strong, fearsome woman," I responded with a confidence that came from knowing and understanding her man. "You'd be wise to tread carefully."
A laugh burst forth from him. "Are you going to be like this in the bedroom?"
"Would you like me to be?" He stared down at me, his eyes swimming with humor. "What do you want?"
I didn’t need to ask, because his expression said it all. There was no denying the passion in his dark eyes or the raw emotion on his handsome face. "Right now I want you to turn off that water boiling over on the stove."
Oh! I rushed to the stove and turned off the burner, moving the pot of pasta to another spot. I also turned off the sauce while I was there, just in case we didn't get around to eating right away. By the time I turned back toward Rebel, he had moved up behind me. I gasped. He grasped my shoulders and spun me around, and the next thing I knew he moved us until he had me boxed in against the fridge.
"I fucking love you," he growled, right before his mouth slammed down onto mine.
A thrill traveled down my spine. As soon as our lips touched we turned into animals. We were all over each other, grinding our mouths together, twirling and jabbing our tongues, tasting the heat and passion between us in more ways than just a steamy kiss. And it was hot, so blissfully hot that I was infused with a volcanic heat that was almost unbearable. Rebel's hands were all over me, over and beneath my tee, shaping and squeezing my flesh with enough strength that I knew would leave bruises. I didn't care. I loved having his mark on me. I soon joined in, raking my nails down his back until he grunted and I felt his muscles quiver.
The kitchen filled with the sounds of our hunger as we devoured each other. As soon as Rebel broke away, I cried, "I love you, too!" I kissed his chin. "I've always loved you, Michael."
His hands slid around to my ass, taking both cheeks into his palms and lifting me against him. His hard cock throbbed strongly against me. "I missed you so fucking much, angel." He leaned his forehead against mine. "Never again. This is it. You're it for me. I can't face life without you in it."
I smiled, the thrill of happiness surging through my blood and soul. "Are you sure this time?"
"So fucking sure," he rasped. We were both breathing hard. "I found a house for us. Signed the papers yesterday." His hands smoothed up and down my back.
"Really?" I pulled back enough to meet his eyes. "Where?"
"On the beach. We'll talk later‒"
"Can we come out now?" Della interrupted, calling out from her room. "We're hungry." I could hear the smile in her voice.
Rebel and I laughed. He kissed me on the tip of my nose and then stepped away. "We'll finish this later," he promised hoarsely.
/> I couldn't wait!
The man that I loved was back, and life suddenly seemed good again. I'd missed him so much the last few weeks. After he'd cleaned up and left the night of the horrible encounter with the Kings and the Red Devils, I'd known then that the incident had gotten to him, that it had made him re-think things with us. I hadn't fooled myself into thinking that his leaving hadn't been caused by what we'd gone through that night.
What we'd almost lost.
I couldn't wait to see the house he'd bought for us, and start our lives together. Della and Skipper walked back into the room and I prepared to drain the cooked spaghetti.
I was suddenly ravenous!
Epilogue
One year later
Ginger
I lay there, basking in the orgasmic bliss Rebel had just given me for the third time that morning. We'd both woken up early and had decided that there was time to partake in our favorite past time. The sex between us was great. Even after a year, the intensity and passion felt just as fulfilling as the first time. We came together like animals mating in the wild, any time and any where the urge came upon us, and had practically christened every room in the house. It was a good thing that we lived alone.
We'd had a wonderful, uneventful--and by ‘uneventful,’ I meant there had been no drama that could have ended up with one or both of us dead--year together. He'd taken a few jobs out of state, one that had left me alone for a full month, but other than that he had tried to stay as close to home as possible. The beachfront home he'd purchased for us was an older house outside of Daytona, hidden by mature palms and lush landscaping. I liked the feeling of being away from it all and secluded from nosey eyes, especially when Rebel liked me to walk around naked. The fact that the ocean was just steps away was an added bonus, and I discovered that there was nothing more peaceful or relaxing than going to sleep with the sound of the surf in my ears and seagulls screeching overhead.
Being in the arms of the man that I loved didn't hurt either.
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