Nick and three others burst through the door of the main house at the same time we almost reach it. “There you are. I was heading for the stable to talk to you. Weston said you guys were almost done riding. I have great news. They arrested Jay. Busted taillight. What are the chances, huh? I’m headed over for transport to bring him in for questioning. For now, I want you guys to stay put a little while longer. I want my own eyes on the fucker to be sure, but it’s safe to say we got him in custody.”
Relief floods my veins. “It’s over?”
Decker squeezes my hip. “You heard the man: they might have arrested Jay but they need to interrogate him and wrap up this case correctly.”
“I’m heading out. Try to relax—” Nick starts but Decker cuts him off.
“I’ll relax when you have eyes on him. Call me when you do.”
Nick grunts and nods at me before he rushes to his SUV. There’s a prospect at the gate, opening it up while keeping a handful of people at a safe distance. It’s been like this ever since we did the livestream.
“Please, Muriel. One autograph, please!” a woman screams and waves a piece of paper.
I feel a smile tug my mouth and I glance hopeful at Decker. “Do you think it’s safe to meet some of my fans with you and the prospect near? Jay being in custody and all.”
He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. “You missed the interaction with your fans just as much as they missed you. Come on, let’s keep that smile on your face and make your fans happy.”
The woman—along with a handful of other fans—squeal at the top of their lungs when they see me coming their way.
Decker slides his arm around my waist and murmurs in my ear, “Stay close to me. Even with the stalker issue resolved, you still need to have a bodyguard. And let’s just say I more than volunteer for the job.” He nips my earlobe and adds, “I expect to be paid in orgasms.”
I gasp and smack his chest but I can’t help but mutter, “You have yourself a deal, job, orgasms, whatever.”
His husky chuckle is making my body hum with anticipation. But first I want to greet some of my fans and hand out autographs; getting back to the normal routine of my job.
Though I don’t consider my career a job. The singing, songwriting, performing, interacting with fans, has always been magical and I’m thankful I’m able to chase my dreams. And right now, I get to chase them with the man I have fallen in love with at my side.
“I love you,” I murmur without thinking.
His eyes widen at the same time my cheeks heat. I might have stated the love of my life line during the livestream, but these are the actual three words. It’s too soon, I shouldn’t have said it out loud, though our feelings are clear and the words have been hanging between us for a while now.
He spins me around and crashes his mouth against mine hard and fast before he pulls back. “I fucking love you too, darlin’.”
He steps away as we face my fans. My next breath is sucked from my lungs when Decker roughly yanks me back, making my ass head for the ground as he steps in front of me. Shots crack like thunder through the air. Decker grunts, his body jerks right before another round of gunshots ring out.
I scramble up but someone is pulling me back, throwing his body over me. “Stay put,” Weston growls as he hovers over me with his gun raised.
“Nick is on his way back,” Colt bellows. “Ambulances are comin’. Fuck. Decker!”
There’s so much screaming and I’m trying to focus. Weston pulls me to my feet. I only manage a few steps before I fall to my knees right next to Decker. There’s blood soaking his shirt, but he’s alive.
“Motherfucker, I forgot how much a pain in the ass getting shot is.”
“I’m going to forget you said that. And I hope to hell you don’t ever get to experience it again,” I tell him through the tears streaming down my face.
Colt is on his knees next to Decker. He rips away the leather cut along with Decker’s red soaked shirt to reveal a gunshot wound on his shoulder. Garrett hands him a white cloth and Colt presses it against the wound.
I hear a car hit the brakes and when my head swings in that direction I see Nick jumping out of his SUV and heading straight for us.
“What the fuck happened?” He grunts and stalks to where I now notice a woman is sprawled on the ground.
He takes out his phone and taps the screen, cursing loud the next second. Nick stalks to us and leans over to assess Decker’s shoulder. “You okay?”
“I ain’t doing you any damn favors any time soon,” Decker hisses through his teeth while I tighten the grip I have on his hand.
“Yeah, you’re fine,” Nick chuckles and places his phone next to his ear, demanding the person on the other side to hurry with the ambulance.
Decker’s gaze hits mine. “Might wanna go easy on the death grip there, darlin’. I’m still here and not going anywhere. Well, to the hospital hopefully soon.”
“Stop joking around,” I croak. “You were shot because of me. And—” I glance to the dead woman on the ground. “And why? As if a stalker wasn’t enough, there’s more? Why did she shoot?”
“Because she was your stalker too,” Nick states with a grim undertone.
He holds out his phone for me to see. There’s a picture of a woman and a man but the woman in the picture has blonde hair while the one dead on the ground has black hair.
“She’s Jay’s sister. I’ll get to the bottom of the why and how soon enough but either those two are working together or the sister here is obsessed and Jay was pulled into her web too. It’s all speculation at this point.”
I can only stare at him while I try to understand the flow of information. Sirens break my rambling thoughts and time jumps into high speed when EMTs rush to the scene and Decker is rushed to the hospital.
THREE WEEKS LATER
“Are you sure you’re able to?” I question and bite my lip.
Decker glares at me and lets the bike roar to life underneath him. “Get your ass on the back of my bike, Muriel, or I’ll redden it and then put you on there myself.”
Oh, my. Yes, it’s safe to say he can handle it and I’m relieved his shoulder is healing nicely. Though, I do think he’s been drawing the healing process out. At the hospital we found out it was a through and through. Luckily the bullet didn’t hit anything major, causing less damage.
The man did enjoy the sponge baths I gave him and told me he needed them for at least the rest of the year. With the wound healing, no infections, and his strength back to usual, I’d say he’s back to normal. But we’re sticking with the sponge baths if it’s up to me since I enjoy them just as much, exploring every inch of his body, always resulting in pleasure for the both of us.
Carefree. It’s one word I didn’t think I would regain when a stalker disrupted my life. I’m thankful it was resolved but I never expected Jay and his sister both to be involved. According to Nick it evolved into an obsession for the both of them. Jay wanting me all to himself and his sister hating me for Jay’s obsessive behavior. Blaming me and wanting to take me out to stop his obsession. I shake my head in an effort to leave those thoughts behind me.
I step closer and straddle the bike, sliding my arms around his waist and plastering myself against his back. I feel his body sigh in comfort. The same comfort releasing in my veins as well. This man always has this effect on me and I don’t think it will ever fade. Our connection is one I can write endless songs about.
And to be honest? Life will always inspire most songs. But it also inspires me to move forward and not to let anyone take the pleasure of living away from us. Riding on the back of his bike, riding side by side on horseback, or taking a stroll to enjoy the scenery of the ranch…everything is heightened when you’re able to share it with the person who holds your heart and touches your soul in a magical way.
I enjoy the ride to the junkyard while my mind slips back to the song I was working on this morning before Decker woke up. I have a bunch ready to be recorded an
d it’s something I should plan within the next few weeks. But if I’ve learned anything since I met Decker, it’s that I hold the reins.
My career has always been a driven one where the switch between creating songs, recording, tours, everything is scheduled with a deadline hanging over my head. And while I’ve always enjoyed it and it never felt like an obligation, it’s now that I realize I will always do what I love and enjoy by following my heart.
Decker doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve contacted my agent and asked her to sell the penthouse for me. I’m staying where I am and even my fans enjoy the livestreams I’ve been doing each Friday when there’s a party in the main room of the clubhouse. Surrounded by all the brothers of the MC, good food, good company, drinks, and relaxing tunes.
My life finally flows without stress, I have enough ideas lined up to last a lifetime, and the world at the tips of my fingers. All because of one man. I tighten my arms around Decker and hold on as the wind swirls around us. Following the road which takes us into the future, and the sun—bright as ever—shining down on us.
EPILOGUE
Ten years later
— Decker —
“She takes after you,” Muriel says in horror as we watch our daughter Kathleen giggle through her struggle of holding onto the rope attached to a calf as he pulls her through the mud.
Roper laughs and scoops her up, placing her back on her feet as Parker, Roper and Cassidy’s son, grabs the rope and skillfully reels in the calf. Hammer—the old dog that he is—is barking at a safe distance.
“Who would have thought our little girl wanted to become a calf roping champion at the age of six?” I can’t help but stare with pride at our daughter.
She’s complete dynamite and even at the age of six she knows what she wants and fights hard to be the best. It’s also why she asked Roper to help her train. I’ve taught her how to ride a horse but the skill of lasso and working with calves is something Roper can teach better than me.
I lean in close to my woman. My wife—since she agreed to marry my grumpy ass when I asked her ten years ago—and whisper, “Want to wrestle around naked in the mud with me?”
She gasps and smacks my chest. “Most certainly not.”
She’s wearing the same look of horror again as a moment ago and I just know it’s because of the dirt. She’s come a long way with her cleanliness issues but clearly, she’s still sticking to some level of clean, but it’s never out of control and she isn’t held back by any of it. And it seems our daughter isn’t bothered by dirt or germs either.
“Besides, we need to be at the airport in two hours.” Excitement fills her eyes and I love the look on her face.
Performing is in her blood and she enjoys giving her fans one hell of a show. Not as many as she used to do, but a few times a year she lets her agent plan a handful of shows all over the country.
Through the years we either take Kathleen with us or let her have a sleepover. With many of my brothers having an old lady and kids, there’s always one with wide open arms to spend some time with her.
And it’s the same the other way around. We might have one daughter but we have a large family who looks out for each other while running this ranch and working our asses off. And it’s all worth it when I glance at my old lady. Ten years. Ten best fucking years of my life and I owe it all to her.
Knowing Roper will look after our little girl, I lace my fingers with Muriel’s and tug her along with me. I dive in between the stables where there’s a tiny space out of the range of the cameras.
I press her against the wall, cage her in with my body. “No to mud wrestling. How about a quickie against the wall? I remember you mentioning we have a few hours before we need to be at the airport.”
“We most definitely don’t need hours,” she breathes and crashes her mouth against mine.
No. We most certainly do not. Though we can spend hours in bed worshipping each other’s bodies, it’s just as hot and raw loving if we give our heart and soul within minutes to reach utter bliss.
And when I grind my hard dick against her belly she whimpers and reaches between our bodies to rub me. Damn that woman. She knows how to light me up. Oh, who am I kidding, one look at her and I’m instantly hard. A gorgeous woman with determination, goals; a driven spirit who can’t sit still and reaches for the moon if she could. And I’ll gladly grab her hips to lift her up and make sure she can reach high enough.
“Inside me. Now.” Her words are voiced with a desperate need.
She doesn’t waste time and starts to rip at my jeans, popping the button before sliding the zipper down. She reaches inside and pulls my dick out and with her other hand she pushes against my chest, making me step back. I watch how she sinks down and swirls her tongue around the tip before taking me into her warm mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, bury my fist into her hair and let my head tip back.
I could drown into the wet dream my woman always seems to capture me with. I relish in the tenderness of her lips wrapped around me before I tug her hair, making my dick fall from her devilish mouth.
“When you said you wanted me inside you, I expected that tight pussy of yours wrapped around my dick, darlin’. And I’m not complaining about the sucking cock part because you know damn well how much I like coming down your throat but let’s save something for later today. Because right now I want those legs around my waist and your arms around my neck as you hold on for dear life for the ride I’m taking you on.”
She’s on her feet and jumping into my welcoming arms the next second. Did I mention I love this woman? Even more when she’s wearing a skirt, allowing me to slide her panties to the side and have instant access to her warm and welcoming pussy. She’s so damn wet and ready I easily slide inside as I press her against the wall for balance.
Her mouth slides to my neck and she starts to nip and suck. I’m thriving on instinct as my hips start to pound in a rhythm to chase the orgasms we both crave. Her pussy is already gripping me like a vise and the way her sloppy kisses are broken by harsh gasps lets me know she’s balancing on the edge of pleasure. Pleasure I’m bound to give her.
My orgasm catches me by surprise when Muriel bites down on my neck as muted screams flow over my skin. My dick keeps pulsing and I have to sidestep to keep us upright; the force of our pleasure causing lightheadedness.
“So. Damn. Gooooood. So good,” I mutter over and over.
Muriel giggles. “Yes, and to think we have a full weekend all to ourselves with just two concerts I need to give. All the time to put this on repeat.”
“Careful what you wish for, darlin’ because I’m all about pleasing my woman.”
She moans when I shift my hips, feeling myself start to harden again inside her. Yeah. A decade later and our connection and craving have only grown.
Muriel suddenly goes rigid. “Oh, shit. The cameras.”
I thrust up and slowly slide out, repeating the action once more before I tell her, “Don’t worry about it. This is a tiny blind spot Alfie told me about.”
She starts to smack my shoulder. “Put me down, you idiot.”
Confused I slide out, her dress falls down to cover her while I try like hell to tuck my hard dick back inside my jeans.
She points a finger in my face. “You know as well as I do how Alfie likes to watch. It’s no wonder the man is in a relationship with a man and a woman so he can sit back and watch two people go at it before joining in.”
Laughter rips from my body while she’s still glaring at me.
I take her face in my hands and murmur against her lips, “I know. That’s why I double checked to make sure there would be no way in hell anyone could see us. You know I always have your back. Besides, I don’t share. Not even if it’s my ass Alfie sees clenching while I fuck my wife until we both come.”
She groans and places her forehead against my chest. “Dammit. Now I hate myself for making you pull out while I really wanted another orgasm before we got on a plane.”
A bark of laughter rips from my body and I scoop her up, throw her over my shoulder and head for our cabin. “Come on, woman. Plenty of time to relish in pleasure with our future wide open and ahead of us.”
“Double the impact and double resistance,” she squeals, reminding me of words we once said to each other and which she mingled into a song.
“Resistance can be both good and bad,” I warn as I jog up the three steps that guide me to our cabin. “As is life but we face anything and come out stronger.”
Once inside I let her slide down my body.
Her voice is husky and raw with lust when she says, “I know what I would like to face right now. Something strong for sure.”
She licks her lips and I swallow hard.
“I’m going to fucking consume you,” I growl and take a step toward her.
“You have to catch me first,” the little minx says, and dashes away, making a surge of lust and energy fill my veins.
Yeah. Life’s never boring with a slight edge and a little challenge. And once you lock eyes with what your body instantly recognizes as your counterpart? You take that challenge and balance the edge; for the prize of living life with love, loyalty, and devotion is the greatest treasure of all.
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