by Addy Archer
“You’re awake,” the woman—who I now notice is a nurse—says.
She start to rattle and check me, along with the machines attached to me, and it’s then that realization really settles in my brain.
“I’m in a hospital?”
“You were brought in unconscious, please lie back down. You have a concussion. Let me get the doctor for you so he can explain—”
“I don’t want a doctor,” I snap and wince at the pounding in my head. “Dreamer. I want my fiancé. Is he here? Is he all right?”
“Please,” the nurse presses and gently guides me back to the mattress. “Let me get the doctor and I’ll check the waiting room for you. There are many men wearing leather cuts and a few US marshals occupying the hallway and the waiting room. Does your fiancé belong to any of them?”
“Yes,” I croak and close my eyes. “Dreamer is a biker. Trigger Pull MC is what his patch should read.”
“I will be right back.” Her voice is a soft, fading whisper when my eyes flutter closed.
The nurse doesn’t return but a doctor comes in to visit and rattles out how I was lucky and only suffered a concussion they are monitoring for the next couple of hours. And I do understand from the headache I can only do what they tell me; lie in this hospital bed and rest.
Lucky. I don’t feel lucky but when I think about what happened, since fragments are now coming back to me, it’s not luck that saved me, it was Dreamer. The explosion threw me backwards, and it was his arms engulfing me right before I hit the ground.
I try to sit up. Why isn’t the nurse getting back in here with Dreamer? Why isn’t anyone in here? My heart is heavy and my chest constricts painfully. For a moment I feel thrown back in time—before I was taken—when I didn’t have anyone.
My throat clogs up and my eyes start to sting while my head is pounding as if it’s about to explode any second. I need to breathe and try not to think, but how can I not? I don’t know what happened to anyone. I miss Dreamer and I have no way to reach them.
Wait. The nurse said there were men with leather cuts in the hallway and in the waiting room. I throw the sheets back and slide my legs off the mattress. My head is seriously killing me and I have to close my eyes a moment to focus enough to shove the pain back.
“Coral, what are you doing?” I open my eyes and see Ry rushing toward me. “Get back into bed. They said you have a concussion and have to spend the night. Come on, back in bed you go.”
I slide my legs back underneath the sheets and look at Ry to see her face when I ask, “Ry, where is Dreamer?”
She swallows hard and bites her bottom lip.
“No,” I gasp. “Please, no.”
She grabs my hand and shakes her head. “Shit. I’m sorry. He’s alive but part of his back was . . . hurt?” Ry winces and clears her throat. “Daniela said they had to spend time pulling stuff out of it. Metal shards. The bomb vest Nario was wearing contained . . . hell, I have no clue what that asshole put in there. I’m only repeating what I remember was said, but he’s alive. Actually he’s a pain in the ass because he wants to see you but like I said, they had to pull stuff from his back and then clean and, whatever.”
“He’s alive.” I release a deep sigh and some of the tension in my shoulders fade.
“I’m sure no one will stop him from getting to you once they’re done. From what I heard from Ram it took four of them to pull him away from you to let the EMTs do their work. You were unconscious and he needed medical attention too. God, it was a mess. Stone is still fuming but Eisley hasn’t checked in with him or Bruno yet because they are still chasing after the one that got away.”
The one that got away. “Oh, shit. The limo driver. He was the one dressed as a cop who took me.”
“For real?” Ry’s eyes widen. Her phone indicates she’s received a message and when she checks she waves her phone in the air. “Daniela said Dreamer is on his way, he—”
“He is here,” Dreamer grumbles and shuffles his way toward the bed.
“Hey you,” I whisper, unable to hold back the tears while they start to spill over my cheeks.
“Hey, babe.” His voice is hoarse as he brushes his knuckles over my wet cheek.
He leans down for a kiss but hisses from the pain.
“Shit, Dreamer. Don’t do that. Here–” Ry snaps and shoves a chair closer to the bed. “Sit on the edge so you don’t have to stretch the skin of your back when you bend over.”
His lips finally touch mine and I can’t help but release a sob.
“Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart, I’m right here. You’re here. We’re both alive and breathing. We made it. Well, obviously no shower time for the next couple of days but the rest of our future is wide open to explore anything else we want to do for the rest of our lives.”
His face is blurry and I hate crying right now. “I’m so damn happy and I really want to kiss you so hard, but my head hurts and you’re in no better shape with your back and I wish you could crawl into this bed with me.”
“Scoot over,” Dreamer simply says and I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.
“What?” I croak, his face becoming clearer when I’ve dried my eyes.
“I said scoot over, love. I have one unharmed side. So, if I lie on one side we can share this bed and I can feel you close. I just can’t take you in my arms completely since my shoulder hurts like a motherfucker.”
Must. Not. Cry. I quickly make room to give him the space to hop into my bed. I don’t care how or if this is uncomfortable with the two of us in this tiny bed. Like Dreamer said; we made it. We can explore everything else for the rest of our lives.
I glance around the room, finding it empty. Ry must have slipped out of the room right after she handed Dreamer the chair. I should have asked how everyone else is doing but my main focus was Dreamer. And with him plastered against me all I can do is close my eyes and get some sleep. I’m safe. Dreamer is safe. Warm and comfortable.
For the first time I feel as if it’s okay to let go and completely surrender to a careless future. Even if the one who kidnapped me is still out there, but I hope that when I wake up Eisley will have good news. A deep sigh flows from my lungs and when I inhale my next breath it’s filled with Dreamer’s scent.
I survived. I’m alive. And when I open my eyes and stare at Dreamer’s sleeping face, I know deep down I have no regrets. A smile spreads my face and I nuzzle his chest. Happiness fills my veins and even if my head is pounding, nothing stops me from feeling thankful to be in this hospital bed along with the man who loves me as much as I love him.
FIVE WEEKS LATER
“Leave the man alone,” Erko mutters. “Prez is allowed to ride. Besides, our VP is right here if you need to discuss anything, Ram.”
“What?” Ram shrugs. I was only saying the man is on his bike all day, every day, this week. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“You implied—” Erko starts but Dreamer gives a low growl in the back of his throat, cutting Erko off.
“You two sound like a married couple fussing over fucking kids. Pres is out riding with his old lady. He hasn’t been able to ride his bike for a long time and we don’t have anything hanging over our heads that needs to be discussed or handled.” Dreamer releases a sigh and places a kiss on the top of my head.
“Well,” Ram says and his eyes meet the floor.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. What’s wrong?” Dreamer snaps. “Erko, go get Jace. I have a feeling Ram needs to spill his guts and I need our VP here in case we have to kick his ass for doing stupid shit again.”
Erko snickers and rushes off.
Ram’s eyes start to twinkle with amusement and when he glances at me he winks and says, “No worries, doll. This is good news.”
“Stop winking at my old lady or something good turns into you having a black eye,” Dreamer rumbles.
I smack Dreamer’s chest and throw him a scowl, overbearing Neanderthal.
“Remember that US marshal?” Ram starts and my mou
th drops open.
“The one Dreamer mentioned you knew from your past when the both of you were teenagers? Oh. My. Gosh. You had sex with her, didn’t you?” I gasp, knowing the look in his eyes that’s probably what he did.
Ram shoots me a grin. “Yeah, but that was the week before last.”
“Holy shit, please tell me you didn’t,” Jace groans and shakes his head. “You don’t need that kind of fucked-up, Ram. We don’t need it. She’s a US marshal for fuck’s sake. Did you forget the fact you have a rap sheet a mile long? For fuck’s sake, Ram, this woman captures fugitives for a living. Do you want to end up in jail?”
“I don’t, but there is a possibility. Doesn’t have anything to do with my dick, though.” Ram’s gaze slides to me. “You don’t have anything to worry about any longer, Coral. You and Dreamer can now put everything behind you. I made sure of it last night when I finally caught up with that fucker who kidnapped you.”
Jace crosses his arms in front of his chest. “That’s why you left without saying shit last night and came home at six in the damn morning.”
“VP,” Erko quips. “Black SUV just drove into the parking lot. US marshal chick is getting out and heading this way. She can’t get enough of your cock, Ram? Please tell me that’s why she’s here.”
Ram winces. “I was kinda hoping that would be the reason why she would overlook me shooting the fucker instead of her arresting him. He was about to shoot her too, dammit. It was him or her, I chose him going to hell. But she was pissed off. We ended up . . . let’s just say she tried to arrest me and I managed to cuff her to her car. Then I left.”
Jace rubs his temples while all the others curse and start to pace. Except for me and Dreamer. I’m so freaking thankful to know the man is dead and can’t kidnap any other women or come back for me or whatever. But this is Ram. He’s one of the brothers; family. I get up and throw my hands around his waist to hug him close.
“I can’t believe you did that. You shouldn’t have,” I croak. “Please run. Head out the back or whatever. You can’t go to jail.”
Dreamer wraps an arm around my waist and plasters my back to his front.
“Thanks, brother.” Is all he says.
The door swings open with a loud bang, Eisley steps forward. Her eyes are shooting a deadly look at Ram.
“Please don’t,” I croak. “From what he just told us . . . he was protecting you, and his family. That man kidnapped me while he pretended to be a cop. Ram saved not only me but might have saved many others the man might have taken if he kept on living. Ram said it was him or you and I’m glad he chose you.”
Eisley’s eyes slide to me for a few breaths. “I’m sorry, Coral. He knew very well what would happen when he pulled his gun and shot him pointblank instead of shooting to injure. I could have arrested the fugitive and brought him to justice.”
Ram stalks straight up to Eisley, takes her face into his hands and growls, “When it comes to you I won’t leave anything to half-measured shit. He could still have pulled the trigger if I only injured him.” And crashes his mouth over hers.
“Is he tonguefucking a US marshal in the middle of the clubhouse while she’s here to arrest him?” Erko mutters in awe underneath his breath.
Eisley’s hands slide up, the kiss turning hotter with every second passing. Until it abruptly ends with the sound of handcuffs locking around Ram’s wrist.
“Can’t we talk about this? Discuss options?” Jace tries.
“Leave her be,” Ram says, offering Eisley his other wrist. “Like my woman said, I knew what I was doing the second I palmed my gun.”
“Not your woman,” Eisley mutters as she starts to guide him toward the door.
A row of bikers are now blocking the exit.
Ram shakes his head. “Leave her be,” he repeats, but his brothers aren’t listening.
They are willing to fight for him in an effort to stop the arrest.
Ram stops abruptly and quickly moves his head forward to give her another hard kiss before he shoots her a grin and announces with a loud voice, “You’re my old lady, Eisley. And no one will touch what’s mine.” His eyes go to his brothers. “I’ve stated my claim. She’s protected and can’t be harmed by any of you. Now step aside and let her do her job.”
All the brothers hang their head and clear a path to the door. Eisley is standing frozen in place while she stares at Ram. So many emotions flowing through her eyes before she swallows hard and pushes everything back. Everyone holds their breath and watches as she guides Ram out of the clubhouse and into her SUV.
E P I L O G U E
One year later
– DREAMER –
Coming home from a two day run has never felt so great. Knowing my two women are waiting for me is what makes the anticipation flame through my veins. No amount of texts, calls, or video chats can replace skin on skin and the craving for my woman has only grown since the day we met. Yes. I said two women. Coral, and our daughter, Jasmine, who was born a mere few months ago.
I find Coral in her favorite place of our house; the backyard. “Do I dare ask why you’re standing in the middle of our perfect backyard with your sketchbook and pencil? Please tell me you’re not changing things up again.”
Coral spins around and gives me a smile so bright, her whole face glows. So. Damn. Sexy. Every time she looks at me she simply winds her fingers around my heartstrings and pulls so fucking delightfully I’ll drop down to my knees anytime. The dropping to my knees mostly revolves around worshiping her pussy.
“Jasmine?” I question.
She points her pencil in my direction. “Is sleeping, and I’m working. Keep it in your pants, because I need to focus and not jump your bones.”
“You do realize you blamed me just now for you jumping my bones if I pulled out my cock.”
She glances at my crotch that is most definitely showing my hard on, and mutters, “Uh uh, whatever.”
She licks her bottom lip and starts to tap it with her pencil right after as if she needs to rip herself from a daydream. “Work. Right. I have to focus because Ram asked me about landscaping when we had the barbeque last weekend, he wanted something done. Winter loved the changes I made since she was here the last time. And then Ry and Stone overheard us talking, and now I need to come up with a few ideas for the backyard of the clubhouse. You know, because the renovation of the clubhouse almost took a year to finish with the new additions and expansions and the backyard was practically neglected. And when Stone and Ry got married, with all those people in the backyard, we got to talking about how the space could be so much better if we redid the whole thing. So—” She holds up her sketchbook. “I’m throwing ideas around in my head while enjoying our space. Which is, as you said, perfect.”
She glances around and I seize the moment to slide down my zipper and palm my cock. What? It’s our backyard, we’re alone, it’s completely fenced to prevent prying eyes; I could make love to her butt-fucking-naked any time of day. I did mention the whole “perfect backyard,” right?
Besides, she planted the idea in my head with the whole “keep it in your pants or I’ll jump your bones” statement. This is my way of finding out if she’ll put her mouth where her . . . great. Now I’m thinking about her lips wrapped around my cock. I close my eyes, squeeze myself while slowly sliding my hand up and down my hard length. A moan of delight rumbles through me.
Her gasp lets me know I’m busted. I slowly open my eyes and don’t stop tugging my dick. Hell, I let my other hand fondle my balls because I know damn well how wet she gets when I have her naked before me and touch myself under her watchful eye.
“What are you doing?” The words are husky as she licks her damn lips again, letting the pencil and the sketchbook fall to the ground.
“You know what I’m doing, or what I’m hoping for,” I huskily reply.
She watches—mesmerized—while her eyes glaze over with lust.
“Don’t move,” she says as my woman sinks to her knees an
d tips her head back—watching me with a load of adoration and longing—as she demands, “Grab tight.”
I know exactly what she has in mind with her demands. I grip tight around the girth and make sure my cock stays filled with all the blood, making it harder than ever. The tip sensitive to the max when she swirls her devilish tongue around it.
Fuck, what a sight. Captivating beauty with a fierce element while she’s loving, caring; most definitely perfect for me in every way. And she’s so fucking strong. Not many women would come out of something she went through with her sanity intact and the will to overcome and more forward.
But Coral? She enjoys everything to the max and dares to take chances to explore and expand. Like her sexuality. I never would have thought meeting her the first day—dildo in ass—we’d fuck the way we want; and this means giving as good as getting it. Hard. Raw. Pussy. Ass. Mouth. No limits whatsoever.
Hell, I’ve taken her many times with her sucking my fingers while I fuck her ass with a vibrator lodged in her pussy. Seeing stars is a repetitive occurrence when you fuck the way we do; giving all until brain cells shatter into delirious pleasure.
I watch how my cock slides over her lips and deep into her hot mouth until I hit the back of her throat. And then she swallows. Bye. Bye. Brain cells. Who needs them anyway when you have reached a point where you have everything that completes your life?
Her hands go to my hips, diving into my jeans so she can flawlessly bob her head, but it’s too damn much.
“I need to be inside you before I come down your throat.” The words come out gruff.
The baby monitor crackles making both our eyes widen a fragment. Time is always ticking away, and though I’ve missed Jasmine just as much, I’d like to spend at least a few more minutes with my wife before I take our daughter into my arms.
“Get inside me right now before we run out of time,” Coral grumbles and pushes off her pants, ripping her shirt off the next moment and showing off her magnificent tits.
