by Franca Storm
She weren’t the only one.
I’d finally managed to get to work on the commercial space I’d bought a while back when I’d first figured out my retirement plan. I’d been building up a bike shop in the town a few miles down the road from our off-the-beaten-track home.
The whole parenting thing had been a shock to the system.
For us, the limited sleep thing had been the least of it. With the wild, fast-paced, insane lives we’d led beforehand, that was old hat. Nah, it was the rest that had been a hell of a thing. Trying to figure out what the right thing was to do with Dawn in a ton of different scenarios. All the shit you had to learn just to take care of a baby. And the most intense of all, was the need to keep her safe, to protect her in every fucking way. Of course, that weren’t always gonna be possible, but the need was there, burned in deep as parents. I’d never been so intensely worried about anybody for every second of the day, with every move they made, every sound that came out, every cry. It was like an iron-fisted grip around my heart that I just couldn’t shake off, or even loosen just a bit.
I figured that would just take time. And, more than that, it really showed just how much I loved my baby girl. It was proof that I was capable of that kind of love after so long being closed-off and standing at a distance to everything and everyone. It was safe now, safe to do that, be that way, and have more.
And, fuck, I really did have it. Love. Peace. Freedom. Family. Happiness.
“You’re doing an amazing job with her. You’re a hell of a mom,” I told Willa, giving her hand a squeeze.
She smiled. “You know, I think I am now. I’ve… got it down for the most part.”
Good, she’d gotten to a good place with it.
“You are too, you know,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze. “You’re a great father to Dawn.”
“Thanks, darlin’. Getting there, for sure.” I drew her closer and slid my hands down to her hips, holding her to me. “You know, we got around six hours to play with right now?”
“I know. Want to catch up on some sleep?”
It’d been a while and a major whirlwind lately becoming parents, so I must’ve been off my game when it came to the flirting, because she weren’t getting it.
“Nah, I got something else in mind.”
She reacted to the heat flaring in my gaze. “Oh. That.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that.”
A sexy grin spread over her face. “Sure, we can knock one out,” she said, starting to unbuckle her jeans.
I covered her hand with mine, stopping her.
Her brow furrowed. “What? I thought you just said that you wanted to fuck?”
“The day I just knock one out with you, is the day I’m gonna put a bullet in my brain, Willa.”
“Slade,” she grumbled.
“Come with me,” I said, holding out my hand.
Curiosity sparking, she took it and let me lead her through the living room and into the ensuite bathroom off our bedroom. As I shut the door behind us, the sound of her awed gasp made me smile.
It meant I’d pulled it off.
Thank fuck, because it weren’t exactly familiar territory for me. Nobody who thought they knew me would’ve believed this.
I’d dimmed the lights and I had candles positioned all around the sunken bathtub in the corner. There might’ve also been some rose petals strewn about over the tiled floor. It was cheesy, complete with a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice right there next to the tub. But it was romance, for sure.
As Willa explored it all, she noticed a couple of my signature triple-meat sandwiches on a rolling table off to the side.
When she eyed me with amusement over her shoulder, I told her, “Figured we’d be building up an appetite.”
“Huh. Ambitious. I like it.” She came back to me and cocked an eyebrow my way. “What is all this?”
“This? This is peace, darlin’.”
“Peace, huh?”
“Yeah.”
She reached out and stroked my arms up and down, her whole face lit up. Exactly what I’d been going for with doing all this. I’d wanted her relaxed and happy. I’d wanted us to take a moment to savor what we had now, what we’d achieved, and damn well fought for.
“It seems a lot more than that, baby. You’ve got a hefty dose of love and romance thrown in too.”
“It’s the whole nine. Wanna give you the best of me.”
“And I love you for it.”
“Right back at you.”
Her hands shifted to my chest and she fisted them in my tee. She tugged, pulling me down to her level, then she whispered sexily in my ear, “What about your worst? The part you warned would devastate and dirty me, have me begging, and screaming in your arms?”
Jesus.
My cock jerked at her words.
Blood rushed south hella quick.
I spun her with me and slammed her against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around me and I pinned her there with my weight.
I growled low in my throat. “We might’ve walked away from all that when it comes to Titans and Shadow, but you and me getting it on is different. Always will be.” I eased down the strap of her tank and grazed my teeth over her shoulder. The moan that came from her sent a shot of desire straight to my dick. Damn. I wanted her so fucking badly. It’d been way too long since we’d gone all out, since I’d brought the rough and dirty to the table. I’d been taking it easy on her since the birth, but now she was ready, we were both ready, to lose our fucking shit all over each other.
“Slade,” she pleaded.
Hell, yeah.
I ripped my tee over my head, tossing it across the room, as my gaze burned into hers.
I watched her lick her lips, her eyes hooding. Her hands were on me a moment later, roaming over my pecs, down to my abs.
“Jeez, woman,” I groaned, loving her teasing. “Ain’t no other way it could ever be with us but primal, devastating, and real fucking dirty.”
She brought her nails into play, making me hiss.
Her breathing was hot and heavy as I jerked open her jeans. She weren’t the only one feeling the heat. She sure knew how to bring out that part of me. And, fuck, it always played real well with hers.
The boys had called us a match made in hell and they’d been right on. There weren’t nobody else who could meet me on my level. With us, it weren’t about trying to fix each other’s darkness, or none of that. We accepted it, we liked that in each other, connected with that in each other. It brought us closer together, united us. We were what we were and we loved one another for it, not in spite of it.
She was a fucking goddess touched by hellfire.
And I was her down ‘n’ dirty devil.
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Franca writes stories about bad-boy alpha males and the tough women who turn their worlds upside down.
She is best known for her motorcycle romance series, BLACK THORNS MC.
When she's not writing
, Franca enjoys watching action movies and binging on great TV series. Spending time with her lovable lab, hiking, and listening to hard rock music, are her passions.
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