Bleeding Desire: An MC Romance
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It almost became a challenge to see how long we could go. Landon never seemed to fatigue. I sure didn’t. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to walk the next day, but that was, let’s say, of quite minor consequence compared to what I was feeling right now.
And I didn’t just mean physically.
I meant that, with Landon, I finally found someone like me. Someone who wanted to explore the world. Someone who valued family and loyalty. And, yes, someone cheerful and upbeat. It flattered me to know that he felt I was the reason for his emotional change, but really, I was just happy he had found it. The true Landon had been buried so long under the heaviest of weights—avenging his father—and even that had not lifted it.
When such a weight did get lifted, then, it didn’t much matter to me how it got lifted.
It only mattered that I could finally love him.
And that I could mean it when I said I loved him.
Our fantastic and seemingly unending sex finally came to an end with him on top of me in missionary on the bed, the most normal but also the most intimate of positions. As he pumped his cum into me and I felt his cock quiver within me, I squeezed his body close to me, holding on to him and hoping that he would never, ever leave. When he stopped moaning and quivering, I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek to let him know that I, too, wasn’t going anywhere.
“That… was… amazing,” I said, barely able to contain my giddiness from the sex.
“You’re telling me,” he said, sounding like he had run a marathon.
Though he pulled out and removed the condom, he fell right back on top of me, resting his head by mine. I gently patted his hair and ran my fingers through it. His body was warm enough that it could have kept me heated through the entire chilly night.
“I realized something during all that,” he said. “It’s how I really—”
“I did too,” I said, wanting to be the first to say it. “I love you, Landon.”
“Damn, you did get to it first!” he said, and we both laughed. “But you’re right. I love you too, Caroline. I’m sorry we had to go through so much to get here—”
“And I’m sorry that I scared you by saying I was going to move to Arizona—”
“And I’m sorry that you had to go through my identity crisis—”
“You know what,” I said. “No more apologies. Let’s just love, shall we?”
Landon answered that with a kiss.
I had a feeling that that was going to be the answer to all of our questions, now and forever.
Epilogue
One Month Later
The coast of Florida never felt so warm.
Though it was chilly and breezy back in California—especially by California standards—here in Miami, Caroline and I lay on the beach in our swimwear. We’d had a couple of cocktails each, and the only reason we didn’t get more was because we just didn’t feel the need to.
We didn’t need to drink to forget. Not when how pleasant this feeling was of being on the beach.
“This what you had in mind when you said you wanted to get away?” she asked.
Let’s see. Beautiful weather. Check. Some distance. Check. Knowing Brock and the club are still good and I still have a place in it and will forever. Check.
The best woman ever. Check, check, check.
I leaned over and kissed her.
“Does that answer your question?”
“Mmm,” she said, giggling and blushing. “You can do that again.”
“OK,” I said laughing as I leaned over and applied another passionate kiss.
We may have been on a public beach, but I wanted the entire world to know that I had Caroline O’Hara. No moving to Arizona, no club obligations, nothing could keep me from her.
And in any case, we’d found a happy medium. I gave her two nights a week when we were in Romara where I promised not to be involved with the club—currently, we went with Sunday and Wednesday—and she was allowed six trips a year to see her parents in Arizona. I knew we’d have moments ahead where things would be tough, but given that we’d already overcome two things that seemed destined to keep us apart for good, I felt mighty good.
And then my phone buzzed.
“You know, someday,” I said as I kept kissing her. “I’m going to break that phone. Seems like any time it rings while we’re together, it’s bad news.”
“I know, I know, but you can answer. It’s OK.”
“I know, but if Brock tells me to come back, I’m going to have him tell the rest of the Kings we drowned.”
“Well that’s morbid!” Caroline said, laughing.
“And your parents making jokes about heart attacks and fires isn’t?”
“Touche.”
I grabbed my phone. It was just a text. But it sure was an interesting one.
“Huh.”
“What’s up? You don’t sound too concerned.”
“I’m not concerned per se, but it is unexpected,” I said. “Zane got arrested by Sheriff Jones.”
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