by KJ Dahlen
Tate shook his head.” Greed and a twisted sense of revenge. But mostly, greed.”
Nita wet her lips as she plucked his t shirt, playing with the neckline. She’d been dying to touch him all day. She wondered if he’d ever found anyone else after she was supposedly dead. Did he still feel the same way about her, even after all these years? She was older now and her body wasn’t like it once was. It really was a double standard for men and women. His body was still tight and stronger than ever, although he could stand to gain some of the weight he’d lost back but even now he was still a fine looking guy.. Yes, she had membered some of the times they were together. Really together. Touching. She shivered. It had been a lot of years since anyone had touched her like that.
Looking higher to see his eyes she whispered, “I don’t want to lose what today has brought back to me, but I also know almost a decade has passed and I guess what I’m asking is this...is it too late for you and me? Has too much time passed for us to be one again?”
Chapter Three
Tate growled and leaned down to kiss her. The moment he touched her mouth with his own, she moaned and accepted his touch. He deepened the kiss and allowed the flood of feeling to take over. He crushed her to him and felt her heat through his jeans as his cock hardened for the second time in a very long time. The hardon he had this morning was nothing more than a memory compared to what he was feeling now. “Oh fucking hell woman,” he murmured breaking the kiss. “Does this feel like I don’t want you back in my life, back in my bed?”
“Oh god, Tate, take me to bed, please?” she whimpered. She found herself lost in a lust fill haze and it had been too long since she’d been in his bed.
Tate swept her up in his arms and marched her down the hall to his bedroom.
His children smiled when they saw him. Creed had his arm wrapped around his own woman and when she chuckled he looked down and saw pure joy in her eyes. He growled and hugged her to him. Lola leaned upward and whispered in his ear, “I want me some of that mister. Are you up for it?”
Creed growled and lifted her into his arms. Crushing her mouth with his own he began walked down the hall and disappeared into their bedroom. Slamming the door behind them.
Jack urged Kalinda to her feet and picked up his sleeping daughter and led the way to their bedroom.
Kimber took Bear’s hand and silently led him toward the stairway to the second floor.
Harry looked over at Annie and shrugged. “Time for bed woman.” He got to his feet and looked down at her. Annie smiled and held out her hand. Harry grabbed it and hauled her to her feet, then surprised her by throwing her over his shoulder and headed for the stairway. They had taken a room on the second floor as well.
Silas nodded and looked over at Daniel shaking his head. Daniel sighed, and lifted his beer to his mouth. Silas shook his head and commented, “You need to get you a woman Danny boy. Why should they have all the fun?”
Daniel choked on his beer and snapped his head around the glare at the older man. “I’ll get one when you do old man.”
Silas shook his head. “I’m too old for that nonsense again. Besides how can you ever replace what I had with your grandmother? No boyo, I had my chance and lost it.” He raised his glass of beer and toasted his grandson, then looked the other way.
Tate got to his room and slammed the door open so hard it hit the back wall. He put her down on her feet then turned and shut the door behind them. Locking it, he turned to his wife. Yes, it had been a very long time but that time hadn’t lessened the love he felt for her. Thinking about what he lost that day only made him stronger and now, that he had her back he wasn’t letting her go anywhere without him.
He grabbed her and brought her to him again and this time there was no holding back. His mouth crushed hers and he began tearing at her clothing. Her fingers were just as busy as he pulled his t shirt over his head. The last eight years had aged both of them. They had a few more wrinkles but as they gazed at each other that wasn’t what mattered. All he saw was his beautiful woman and she even looked sexier than when he’d last saw her. If that were possible.
“I want you more than you will ever know,” he whispered in her ear as he took her in his embrace while stepping her back toward the bed. Her full breasts were pressed against his chest and he groaned with the feeling as he moved them both toward something beautiful.
His hands went down and began unzipping her jeans while she mirrored his actions. He was surprised when her hand slipped into his underwear and touched his hard cock. He pushed her jeans down to her thighs and scented her. Her scent hadn’t changed in the last eight years and he remembered it well.
Then they hit the edge of the bed and she tumbled down on her back. Tate looked down at the body she had now. Nita was still a damn fine- looking woman. Her breasts were still full and ripe and her pussy was still sweet and the best part was that all of her belonged to him.
He pulled her jeans off and took off his own before he joined her on the bed. As much as he wanted to just sink into her core he knew she would be nervous about this the first time they got back together. So was he. He leaned over her and kissed her lips gently.
Sliding down, he spread tiny biting kisses down her neck to the area where her neck met her shoulders. She moaned the whole time and when he reached her collarbone, she arched her back a bit. Tate lowered his head and began sucking on her nipple.
She loved her breasts being sucked and she knew he remembered that.
While he was busy with her breasts, her hands went to his hard erection. She even stroked him a few times, as he growled with her nipple in his mouth. Her scent, her curves, her hands were driving him insane and he wondered about how he ever thought he could do this slowly.
He went lower until he found her wet folds. “Spread em, baby. I want my fill,” he ordered.
Nita did so instantly as she moaned with his words and spread her thighs.
He then lowered his mouth and tasted her. The flavor hit his tongue and his brain. It was a massive overload of sensations. The years melted away and she was here, his face between her thighs and him loving every second of tasting her. Just as if it had been yesterday. It all came back in a rush. All of the love and lust he had for this one woman. He delved in to lick, kiss and suck on her until she was panting and gasping, begging for him to stop, then to not ever stop.
Raising his head, he saw her body arching, as she was so close to climax. He slid up along her body then grabbed her hands and held them above her head, entangling her fingers in his. Looking her in the eyes, he pushed inside her. With one hard deep thrust as if he could bury himself and all his pain of missing this. He kept locked to her eyes.
She did come then as if one thrust was all it took. Gasping and whimpering. She called out his name as she stared into his eyes while hers glazed over a bit.
This satisfied him. Her climaxing upon his first thrust, he’d readied her so they both could experience this. She looked blissful and dazed as he began dancing, pushing in and out of her. This was a dance they had danced before. One neither of them forgot.
Nita seemed to pause as if it was all too overwhelming for her as tears traced out of her eyes.
Tate leaned down and tasted her tears as they moved together. He couldn’t help himself as he need more of her so he picked up the pace and soon they were both right there at the edge of the abyss. Tate twisted his hips and together...they flew over the rim of pure pleasure.
Nita cried out and Tate covered her mouth with his own. He exploded inside her and it felt like nothing else he’d ever felt. He remembered this so well. When he finally pulled out and slipped off the top of her though he wouldn’t let her go. He pulled her over to her side and wrapped her around him.
“Oh my god, I missed that so much,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Me too sweetheart. Me too.” Tate was content as he felt her settle her head on his chest. The silence in the room was only broken by their labored breathing.
/> After a time, he asked, “How bad were you hurt after the accident?” He hated to bring it up but he’d noticed the new scars on her body.
“You saw the scars huh?” she asked.
“Yeah, I did. They look bad.”
“I know, I was so worried they would turn you away,” she admitted.
Tate turned his head and glared at her. “Not bad that way woman.” He growled. “Bad in the way that you got hurt. That you suffered.”
Nita swallowed hard at the look in his eyes. “The accident almost killed me, but when I woke up, I was in the hospital. They told me I had surgery to take care of internal bleeding. I lost my spleen and had a lung collapse on me. They had to dig out four small pieces of glass and there was a small tear to my aorta. I spent three weeks in the hospital before they let me out. When I couldn’t remember my own name, they named me Jane Smith. They gave me a social worker and she set me up in her mother’s house. Andrea and I worked out well together. We took care of each other until about a week ago when the trouble began.”
Tate laid there and listened to her story.
“My social worker, Julie didn’t want her mother to get hurt and I can’t say as I blame her. Andrea is a very kind older woman and I didn’t want her hurt either. Julie took her home with her until this could be settled one way or another.”
“She just left you there alone?” Tate growled.
Nita looked up at him. “Please don’t blame her. I would have done the same thing. Whoever this guy is, he didn’t want Andrea, he was coming after me. I was lucky to even have the place there. I had no family that I remembered, no friends other than them. They were so good to me over the years, so please don’t do that. But I could not let him hurt them either.”
“And you have no idea what he wants?”
“No, he keeps asking where his money is by the messages he left but I have no clue what he’s talking about.”
“Has he ever said anything else?”
She shook her head.
“Well, he won’t get to you here,” Tate assured her. “I’ll keep you safe. I think we got out of Waco all right. Even if he knew where to find you there, he won’t know where you are here.”
“And if he does find me here, what then?”
“Here you got me and our boys and a whole MC to protect you,” he vowed.
“I still cannot believe it. It’s all like a dream. I hope I don’t wake up and find myself back in my own bed, alone with no memory or with the realization that this was never real.” She sobbed into his neck.
Tate held her tight.” It is real. We have it all back. Things have changed but we will build again and be together until we are in racking chairs. Please believe this, Nita.”
She sniffled and settled in on his chest again. “As long as I have you and can fall asleep listening to your beautiful heart...I will be okay.”
Tate waited for a bit as she finally fell to sleep. He would speak to the boys in the morning and fortify their security even more. He couldn’t question Bandit now, as he was where he should be. Behind bars.
No, Tate and his sons would have to find this man themselves. Then for ever even taunting that he would hurt Nita, the man would have several broken bones to deal with.
Tate held her tighter and closed his eyes.
He had his life back and no one would take any of it away again.
Lightning flashed outside and rain crashed against the window.
It woke Tate up.
Nita was atop of him and she was already impaled on his hard cock.
She was literally stroking herself up and down.
Tate raised his large hands and grasped her hips. The woman surprised him with this.
A string of demands flew from her mouth, “More...deeper...faster...don’t stop!”
Tate’s heart thundered as he began to pound into her with everything he had by raising his hips and thrusting upward into her, his head still foggy from sleep. He stroked her deeper, harder, with as much force as he could muster, the pure erotic feeling of her being on him filled his senses.
Release was coming—hers and his.
Another bolt of lightning flashed outside, striking a tree near the parking lot. A loud swoosh came as a limb plummeted to the pavement.
Goosebumps prickled the surface of his skin as her nails dug into his shoulders.
“Oh god, baby,” she cried. “I needed you...I just had to...”
The prickles of her nails in his skin became currents of pure ecstasy rushing along his nerves.
“Ah,” she moaned against his neck.
“You want me deeper?” Tate’s husky voice signaled his nearing the edge of the precipice. He fought to restrain himself but found that his cock now had a mind of its own. He couldn’t stop “Oh, fuck,” he swore as he delved deeper and pushed harder. In. Out. Each slick stroke forced more electricity to his spine, crushing his control and blurring his vision with blood. His head fell back as he felt himself swell inside her.
Nita bent her legs, placing the soles of her feet on his shoulders until her pussy completely enveloped him with its warm silkiness. Her insides clenched, then clamped down around him as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own.
To him, she’d become a wild version of his Nita. One that was desperate to feel all this and he understood. He truly did. The same need rose up inside him, taking his sanity away. “ It’s so good.” Tate’s tongue darted into her mouth, absorbing the tantalizing taste of her. “Baby, you feel so fucking good.” His eyes rolled as he lost himself in the moment...in her. It was hard for him to believe that he’d gone all these years without the extraordinary pleasure of a climax inside the woman he loved. Sensual explosions erupted, rocking him, bringing a satisfying surge of relief.
Nita cried out his name as her body convulsed in his arms. The storm seemed to slow and turn to a drizzling rain outside the window with her orgasm, slowing as her heartbeat, and breathing returned to normal—he’d never experienced anything like it.
He stilled, bringing her legs down and around his hips, pressing his head against her chest to listen to the sweet thumping of her precious heart. Her fingers gently raked through his hair as they lay completely silent, listening to one another’s breaths.
Repositioning himself so that they were side-by-side and face to face, Tate fixated his stare on her eyes.
Her were closed as she seemed to again fall asleep.
Wow. He knew his life would never be gray or dull again. No more loneliness or misery. He had his woman back and life would now be full of her light and beauty.
Chapter Four
The quiet of the morning broke with a loud boom.
Tate bolted upright. That wasn’t thunder.
Noise sounded throughout the clubhouse.
“W-what is it?” Nita mumbled as she rolled over.
“I don’t know. You need to stay here.” He tugged his jeans on and grabbed a clean t-shirt. “I mean it. Stay in this room.” He then went out the door.
When he got to the main room, it was in a hurried chaos.
Daniel, Cobra, Creed and Thor were heading out the front, guns and rifles in hand.
“What are you doing?” Tate shouted as he rushed over.
“Someone blew up the garage,” Thor informed him.
Daniel nodded. “We were lucky that it rained last night or the whole damn club might have burned down.”
Tate pushed his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Well, don’t go out there yet. Dammit, the first rule of war is to be careful after the first strike. They could be lying in wait. To snipe your dumbasses.”
The men all looked at each other.
“Get Harry,” Tate ordered. “He should have something from the cameras we installed.”
“He left to go to Tyler. He won’t be back until tomorrow,” Creed explained. “Said something about missing some equipment he needed to set up a proper perimeter.”
With a growl, Tate turned and headed to the ope
rations room. The place didn’t really have one until recently. Harry and Jack had set up some surveillance but it wasn’t near enough if they were going to be attacked by unknowns. The one they had before years back had been turned into a game room. Bandit had been stupidity itself. Tate called out orders on the way, “Thor, talk to the guard at the gate over your cell only. Creed, look to see if all the men are here and unhurt. Cobra, get Harry on the line if you can.” He looked back at the men. “Daniel and Jack, check that the women are ok. Maybe gather them down here so we can keep an eye on them until we can get this checked out.”
Everyone scattered to do what they had been told to do. Even Thor. Tate was a natural leader in times of trouble and this was one of those times.
Tate made it into the camera room. He sat and tapped some keys on the keyboard. Harry was an IT of the highest order and he knew his stuff for sure. For the years Tate had been gone, tech had gotten way ahead of him but he still knew a little about this. He tapped enter. Then the Ctrl and Alt key for rewind.
A blur of film stopped as he got to ten minutes ago. He watched the several screens. Yes, there was the guard. Then the explosion at the garage. He saw nothing else...wait.
Tate saw something odd flash for a second on the tape.
He rewound the tape to see movement at the far back of the compound. He zeroed in on the feed with the cursor. His eyes rounded.