“The monsters responsible for these heinous crimes will be found. They will be prosecuted to the furthest extent of the law. In the thirty years I’ve been in service to this state, I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t care who these guys are, they will pay for this. Our thoughts and prayers are with the families of the victims.”
The station flashed back to a somber TV anchor.
“That was Senator Richardson talking earlier about the discovery of two female bodies believed to have been murdered over a possible turf war between rival MC gangs. Once again, I caution you. Even though the footage was shot with a cell phone and we have blurred the faces of the victims, there is no doubt these two suffered greatly. Watch with caution.”
The screen switched to a gravel road. Flashing lights from emergency vehicles cut through the early morning darkness. The road was familiar. My heart ramped to super speed. I stepped closer to the TV, hoping I was wrong.
The amateur cameraman walked toward the two dark images making sure to stay hidden in the trees lining the road.
On each side of the road stood a wooden cross pounded into the dirt. A metal chain attached to the top hung down ending in metal cuffs that held each body suspended about a foot off the ground.
Though the station had blurred the images, it was clear to see both bodies were marred with slash marks, making their clothes hang off them. The faces were unrecognizable, beaten with something solid.
The TV reporter came back on the screen. “The victims have since been identified as Tanda Wilson, a local woman who has been arrested in the past for drug possession and prostitution. The other is Nancy Schnider, a nurse from a local hospital. Authorities have yet to speak on a possible motive or if there is thought to be a connection between these two women. They have also said it is too early in the investigation to theorize why they were found hanging on a road leading to the compound of the outlaw biker gang, The Black Vipers.”
Sasha started pacing, pulling at her hair. “Oh my God. I killed her. I killed her because I couldn’t stay away from you.” She turned and pointed at me.
I reached for her but she pulled away. “You didn't do this,” I said. “She chose to stay. I tried to get her to come with us.”
She continued to pace, her eyes on the ground. “Why? Why would they kill her? What would the purpose of it be?”
“I don’t know.”
She looked at me, her eyes were frantic. “I have to go.”
“No. Absolutely not. Look what they did to Nancy. If they figure out you and I have a connection, you will be dead for sure.”
She turned on her heels and came at me, pushing as hard as she could against my chest.
”We cannot be together. People die when we are together. People we love will continue to die if we don’t walk away from each other now! Those two women won’t be the end of it.”
I grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides and crushed my lips against hers. She fought me for only a second before leaning even harder into me. Ripping her hands free from mine, she grabbed my hair and entwined her fingers pulling me closer.
I lifted her onto the table and pushed myself between her legs. She moaned as I rubbed myself against her. I had never wanted to bury myself inside of a woman as badly as I did her.
She slowed the pace of our kisses from a frantic taking to a soft and slow sharing of each other. Her soft lips rolled over mine, soothing and healing parts of me only she could.
She pulled away, breathless and flushed. Placing her hands on the sides of my face, she leaned into me whispering, “Tight, please listen to me. We’ll never be safe together. If you want me to be safe, you have to let me go.”
My heart stopped beating, my lungs stopped breathing and for a second I wondered if I had it in me to grant her request. Could she be speaking the hard truth? Maybe she would be safer away from me. A hurricane of emotions erupted. How could what she was saying make no sense and perfect sense all at the same time?
I stepped away from her as my head spun. She slipped off the table and I vaguely heard her footsteps heading toward the bedroom.
I rubbed my hands down my face, wondering what the Hell I was going to do. Clarity finally found its way into my head. I rolled my neck from side to side. Fuck that. She wasn’t going anywhere without me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: Sasha
I could feel him on my heels as he followed me into the bedroom.
“Just do the right thing. Walk away from me while you still can!”
He grabbed at his hair, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. I backed up, leaning against the wall behind me. There was something in the way he moved…something so raw and sexy. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles in his arms straining against the frustration I was causing. He was ready to snap. His muscular legs stretched against the fabric of his jeans, promising untamed power.
I was losing control and he hadn't even touched me yet. There was so much emotion spilling around us it was palpable.
“You’re driving me wild,” he growled. “Your refusal to see how much I need you, makes me feel claustrophobic.”
His cheeks were flushed, fists flexed at his side.
“Tight, we can’t.”
“These walls feel like they’re closing in. I want to bust my way of this damn place and just fucking run. Run from all the pain I’ve cause you, from the hurt on your face every time you look at me. I failed you so miserably. I’m a horrible person who’s done terrible things. But all I want is exactly what I don’t deserve-you.”
He closed the distance between us with two dominating steps, stopping just inches from me. The heat from his body mixed with mine, giving fuel to the flames that were already threatening to burn down every wall I’d built. I gasped as his lust-filled eyes bore into mine, communicating all of his sinful thoughts.
“I’m a fucking selfish bastard.” Pausing for only a few heartbeats, he grabbed my hips, grinding his hard arousal against my already throbbing core. I dug my fingers into his lower back, pulling him against me.
My eyelids fluttered from the rush of pure need that coursed through me and he growled his approval at my body’s reaction to him.
His breath quickened as he encased me with his presence, weakening my knees and stealing my breath.
He moved against me once more, his fingers pushing down my leggings just enough to expose my bare hip bones. He circled his calloused thumbs over the sensitive skin.
“God, I want this, all of it,” he whispered. “But if me leaving is really the only way you will be safe, then that’s what I’ll do. I will leave right now and never try to find you again.”
A painful look crossed his face, obviously fighting inner demons. He stilled his eyes flashing the pain my absence would cause him.
“If I can’t have you then my only hope is to wipe you completely from my memory. To run and fight and kill until I can’t remember why I have this emptiness.”
My chest burned, tears threatening as I pictured him trying to forget me. Possessiveness poured into me and suddenly all I wanted in the world was to be everything he needed me to be.
He leaned into me and I shamelessly rubbed my breasts against him, my body screaming for some sort of release. Leaning over, he pressed his nose against the soft skin behind my ear. “I don’t know what to do.”
He rubbed his stubble along my jaw line, stopping his lips just inches from mine. Our warm breaths mixed together as he touched his forehead to mine.
He was right, it was too much.
Too Intense.
But I couldn't stop, there was nothing I could do to control this anymore. I’d been his from the second I’d stepped into his hospital room…and for all the years before that if I was honest.
Gently he took each of my wrists in his hands and pulled them above my head. Using one hand, he held them in place. His free hand slid slowly down my cheek, stopping to rub his thumb over my bottom lip…making me shiver. He made his was down the side of my neck, sending s
hockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. He stopped with his hand over my heart, pressing the palm down gently.
My resistance began to give way as I melted toward him. He whispered, “I want this.”
I closed my eyes, knowing he could feel the pounding of my heart. I leaned my head back. I wanted to give in, wanted to feel every part of him.
“Sasha, please. I can’t wait anymore. There are so many things I need to do to this body, but I won’t until I have your heart too.”
He used his soft, delicious lips to kiss a trail down my neck, I leaned my head to the side, allowing him access and he growled his understanding.
His hand continued exploring as it moved down my body. He squeezed my breast, making me whimper with pleasure.
“You see Sasha,” he whispered into my ear. “I know who I am and the effect I have on you. I know I can have this.”
He pushed his hand into my pants, grabbing between my legs and pressing, the pressure making me crazy with lust. I gasped, rubbing myself against him. He smiled against my ear, pulling in a sharp breath as he circled his hand.
“That’s right, baby. This body, it calls to me. It needs me. It knows all the ways I could fuck you…Fill you like no one else can.”
He pushed a finger inside of me, hissing and biting his bottom lip. “You’re so ready for me, baby.”
My head fell back against the wall and I moaned. He added a second finger, stretching me and curling his fingers perfectly. My body tensed as every thrust of his finger brought me closer and closer to the edge. He pulled his fingers out, using the wetness to circle my sensitive core. Waves of pleasure pulsed out into my body making me lightheaded.
“Tight,” I begged, my voice strained.
In one quick motion he dropped my arms and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against his swollen cock as he pressed me against the wall.
“Fuck, Sash.” He rocked against me again, making me bite my lower lip. “Say the words, say you’ll be mine. I don’t think I can stop this time.”
He growled as his lips crashed against mine. We each fought for control as our lips proved over and over that our hunger for each other would never be satisfied. I open for him and his tongue possessively took control of my mouth.
Swallowing my moans as he stole every doubt from my heart. I pushed my hands against his chest, needing more from him.
“Yes. Fuck yes, I want this,” I said.
There was no pause, no rethinking.
He turned with me still wrapped around him. Desperation crossed his face as we got to the side of the bed, his lips crashing onto mine roughly. He was marking what he now hoped was his, and I was.
He lowered me to my feet, moving his hands to the side of my face.
He released me only long enough to rip the shirt from his body. I took no time running my hands all over his bare skin. I wanted to own every part of it.
Lifting my shirt just enough, he opened the front clasp of my bra. He squeezed one breast while sucking the other nipple into his mouth. His expert tongue circled and teased, sending shockwaves straight through me. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his head, pulling him closer. He released my breasts, moving kisses down my stomach, his hands pushing down my leggings and panties at the same time.
I stilled for a second, realizing how exposed I was. Fear surged. This wasn’t safe.
He would know who I was soon enough, I just couldn't tell him now. Not this way. I tentatively removed my shirt and bra, making sure to keep my back away from him.
He stood, his hooded eyes trailing up and down my body as he nodding his approval.
I dropped my eyes to the floor, “Please remember about my scars,” I whispered, afraid he would protest and demand to see them.
He hooked a finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to his.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Lay down, Sasha.” I did as I was told, careful to keep my scars hidden.
He locked his eyes onto mine, slowly unbuttoning his pants and stepping out of them while palming his already hard erection.
I gasped, rubbing my thighs together with need. The thrill of seeing him naked and wanting me was more than I could stand.
He crawled up my body, his intense eyes never leaving mine. I opened my legs for him, allowing him to settle in between. I wrapped my legs around him, adjusting myself against him.
He held himself over me with one hand while continuing to slowly work himself with the other.
“You need this, baby?” his lips parting as his breaths quickened.
I wanted to explode from the mix of pain and pleasure caused by watching him touch himself. My body was a lightning storm of raw lust and there was nothing that could stop this.
Not my fears, not my doubts, not even the secrets I’d pushed to the back corners of my mind.
I shamelessly rubbed myself against him again, grabbing him around the neck and pulling him to my mouth. Sucking in his bottom lip and biting at him, I begged, “Please, Tight.”
A smirk lifted his swollen, red lips. “Do you need something?”
I moaned, nodding and rubbing my wetness against his straining cock.
“I can help you with that,” he said as he lined himself up against my opening.
He stilled, locking eyes with me. My breath caught as his eyes told me everything this moment meant.
He pushed into me slowly, every inch of him causing me a delicious mix of slow burning passion and exploding lust. I arched up to meet him, needing all of him.
He lifted one of my legs and I moaned as he slipped even deeper inside of me.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispered as he began his steady rhythm. Slowly at first, making me absolutely crazy the way he worked himself in and out of me, pulling back and pausing until the very last second when I thought I would lose my mind, then thrusting back in.
“Tight, It feels so…”
“I know, baby. Damn.” With a groan, he quickened his strokes, demanding more from me and taking what was his.
I dug my fingernails into his back. “More, I want all of you.”
He obeyed, pounding into me with pure obsession.
“You own all of me, already.”
His words pushed me over the edge and I tightened around him, heightening both our pleasure. He moaned in my ear, pounding into me as my back arched off the bed. My body shattered under him, the waves of orgasm pulsating over and over as I screamed his name. Holding me tightly, he thrust deep once more, finding his release as he let out a deep moan, followed by my name as a whisper on his lips.
He stayed inside of me as we tried to slow our breathing.
“That was fucking incredible,” he whispered. Pulling out, he fell next to me, laying his head onto my chest and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. I brought my hands up to his hair, running my fingers through the soft strands.
A tear spilled over onto my cheek as he sighed contently. Once again we lay in the dark, our hot bodies pressed together. Promises fresh on our tongues and hearts.
Only this time, I knew he meant it. He would never let me go. He’d finally found me and this his way of claiming what he thought was already his.
But just like the first time, one of us had lied. One of us knew this wasn't forever. He would be disgusted when he found out, but I was going to keep taking this for as long as I could, because my heart had never wanted anything more.
Chapter Twenty: Tight
I woke up genuinely happy. Not just the freshly fucked happiness I get when I’ve spent the night screwing all my anger away. This was true fulfillment. The kind that takes your heart and squeezes it until you lose your breath, but in a good way.
When I opened my eyes, she was in my arms. She had given herself to me last night. That was all I cared about.
Maverick, The Dark Riders…even my club were all secondary to her now. She was center stage and everyone else would have to wait in line.
I ran my fingers ov
er the t-shirt she’d slipped back on right after we made love.
Her scars made her feel like a failure. But it wasn’t her who had failed, it was me. I would spend the rest of my life making it up to her, no matter the cost.
I made my way to the kitchen. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what I was doing, I wasn’t even fifty percent, but willing to make an ass of myself by trying.
I grabbed a big bowl and plugged in the griddle. Pancakes were easy enough, and would have to do.
I went to work reading instructions, stirring shit and trying to figure out how to get it onto the griddle. I was elbow deep in pancake batter when the screen on my phone lit up with Justin’s number.
My stomach sank.
As curious as I’d been to find out about Sasha’s background, it didn’t matter anymore. There was nothing in her past that could make me cut her from my life.
She was on the run from an asshole of a father and had people helping her. Connected people. People with money. That could be dangerous for me and the club. But none of that mattered now because I would be the one to keep her safe from now on.
Running wasn’t an option anymore. Whatever debt she owed, whatever darkness she’d lived in to get her here, I could give a shit less. We would face each of her demons together and I would kill them all with a smile on my face.
I reached over and declined Justin’s call. I knew I’d get my ass kicked for it, but right now, I just wanted peace.
I wanted to eat pancakes in bed with the woman who was the closest thing to home I would ever have. Today would be about us celebrating finding our way back to each other.
A phone buzzed in the bedroom. I knew she had destroyed one when we first got here. I also knew she had others in her bag that were untraceable along with guns, ammo and several Id’s. She was fully prepared to disappear in a seconds notice. I felt a twinge of anxiety realizing she’d left our bed last night to get a phone. Who would be so important she needed to stay in constant contact with them?
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