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Blue eyes peer at me from across the room. Ben, a regular here, keeps hinting that he’s interested in me. My mother tells me every day what a catch a man like him would be, but it doesn’t matter how pretty or rich he is, he’s not Gabe.

  I’m soul-deep in love with Gabe, and I’m sick of living apart from him. I don’t want to know a life without him, a world where he isn’t orbiting my space.

  I’ve learned who I am without him, and I don’t like her. She’s sad and lonely. It’s crazy how I can be in a room full of people wanting to get to know me, to be a part of my life, and feel empty inside.

  Pouring Ben’s drink, I place it on a tray with a napkin and take it over to him, smiling politely up at him when he grins at me.

  “Thank you.” He licks his bottom lip, wringing his hands together.

  “Everything okay?”

  “That depends.” He winces.

  “On?” I chuckle, confused.

  “On your answer.”

  Looking back to the bar, I see my mother and Jessie huddled together, watching the scene unfold. My stomach drops to my feet. Oh no, please don’t.

  “I want to take you out on a date.” His brows lift, his teeth clashing together. A huge smile curls up against my face as fate blinks a neon sign in my head. My eyes blur as I pull my apron off and dump it on the table. Marching over to my mother, I place my hands on the bar and bite my lip. “I’m going home.”

  “What?”

  “Tell Ben I’m flattered, but my heart is already spoken for.”

  “Willa?” My mother’s eyes narrow, her brow pinching. “I don’t understand.”

  “Thank you for trying so hard with me. I know I didn’t make it easy for you. I’m ready to go home now.” With swelling of determination, I do what I should have done months ago: I leave to go home.

  Twenty-Three

  Gabe

  It’s been months since I’ve been home, but I couldn’t avoid it any longer. Jameson threatened to move his waste of space mother in if I didn’t. My headlights illuminate the driveway where two suitcases sit next to a pink moped. “What the fuck?” I’m going to kill that motherfucker if he moved his mother in just to fuck with me. I dismount my bike, and my lungs seize.

  “Willa?” I choke out, overcome with fucking shock and emotion so thick, it lodges in my throat. Damn, I knew I missed this girl, but I feel overwhelmed seeing her back here. What is she doing here? And why the fuck didn’t she tell me she was coming? My dick strains against my jeans at the sight of her propped against the wood railing. My heart is about to burst.

  “Surprise.” She bites her lip and jerks her shoulders.

  “I fucking missed you,” I tell her, as she leaps forward, running toward me. She’s wearing some cute punk dress, leather jacket, and leather-riding boots. Her body collides with mine, arms around my neck, body dangling like a fucking human necklace before I shake myself out of my daze.

  “I missed you too,” she breathes. Fuck, she feels so fucking good. I squeeze her, unsure if this shit is my overactive imagination. She came home. Inhaling her mop of curls, I sigh. “You smell good.”

  Her answering giggle is like music to my ears. She slips down my body, fresh tears in her eyes. “You colored your hair,” I observe, drinking her in. She looks vibrant, happy, mine.

  “Yeah.” She shrugs. “I needed a change.” It’s subtle, some red streaks amongst the brown.

  “You want to come in?”

  “I really do. I knocked, but no one was home.” She looks nervous, flustered maybe. “I called Jameson. He said you’ve been out of town, avoiding staying here. He told me he would send you home.”

  “I was at the club,” I tell her, watching as her eyes drop to my cut.

  “So, you still live alone?” Her voice is cautious, a small quiver in her tone.

  “Are you asking if I have a woman?” I move around her, unlocking the front door. “That’s something I would have told you.”

  “Is it?”

  “Fuck yeah it is. Is that not something you’d tell me?” I growl, a red hue misting my eyes. I grab her arm and tug her inside, pinning her against the wall and resting my head against hers, both our breathing uneven, hearts pounding, atmosphere thick. “Willa, is that something you’d tell me?”

  “Yes,” she pants.

  “Are you fucking sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “I fucking missed you,” I growl.

  “Show me.” She wets her lip with a swipe of her tongue, and I bite down the groan it invokes.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I grind out. My dick is so painfully hard, the need unbearable.

  “Yes I do. Don’t treat me like I’m breakable.”

  “You are fucking precious.”

  “But not breakable. Fuck me like you want me.”

  “I do fucking want you.”

  “Then show me.”

  I crash my lips down on hers, punishing, taking everything she’s willing to give. She’s fucking hungry, her mouth opening and taking my tongue, sucking, lapping, swirling. It’s messy, rough, desperate, and everything I’d been dreaming and jacking off too in my head. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist, writhing her hot pussy over my stomach, seeking my cock. “Fuck me, Gabe. I’ve been starving without you.”

  I take the stairs two at a time, never breaking the urgent dueling of our tongues. She slips her jacket down her arms and drops it on the landing. I kick the door open to my room and rush inside, throwing her onto the bed. She lets out a little squeal, then moans when I pull my shirt over my head and toe off my boots. She hurriedly yanks down her panties and pulls up her dress, her boots still on. I tear off my belt and pop open the buttons on my jeans before kneeling between her open legs. Grabbing her ass in my palms, I lap at her pink, pretty pussy on display for my feasting. She tastes better than I could have ever dreamed and she’s fucking right she does taste of pleasure personified. I part her folds, lapping her juices up like a starving man. Small hands fist my hair as she thrust her hips, grinding her pussy on my face, taking her pleasure. I suck, flick, and eat her pussy until she’s creaming over my tongue and crushing my skull with her trembling thighs.

  Lifting up, I grab her dress at the neckline and rip it straight down the middle, exposing her perfect tits. Her dark pink nipples stand to attention, beckoning me. I squeeze them in my palms, bringing one nipple to my lips, sucking and grazing my teeth against the delicate, sensitive peak. I’m out of control with pent-up want for this fucking woman. My palm reaches around her throat, pinning her in place as I move my attention to her lips, sinking my teeth into the bottom lip she’s so fond of torturing. Dark amber eyes crazed with lust tell me everything I need to know. She’s likes me dominating her, being who I am, showing her no mercy. I push two fingers into her mouth, and she accepts them greedily, slurping her spit all over them.

  I pull them free and thrust them hard between her legs, groaning when her hot, tight walls cocoon them. “Damn, Willa,” I pant, my cock screaming to be buried inside her. “Your pussy is needy, baby.”

  “Give her what she wants,” she pleads. I shove my jeans down my legs, freeing my cock, and slide the length through her folds, teasing her throbbing clit.

  “You sure this is what you want?” I ask for the last time.

  “It’s all I’ll ever want.” She reaches between us, her small palm cupping my girth and lining us up before lifting her hips and pulling me inside.

  Hot, lust-soaked juices smooth over my cock as I push inside her, my head pounding at the beauty of it. Nothing will ever compare to being with her like this—to being the one she chooses. Raw emotion aches my chest. Our eyes meet as we breathe in this monumental moment, love emanating all around us, our own bliss-filled bubble. She’s ruined me for anyone else.

  Pulling back, I thrust forward, and she cries out. My lips steal hers, hands stroking, touching, feeling every inch of her. I take her hard and brutal, then slow and sensual, and she gives me just as much rig
ht the fuck back.

  Sweat coats our naked bodies. Heavy, spent limbs entwine like vines across the sheets. I’ve never been more content. Dark curls fan over my chest, and petite fingers trace my tattoos. “I want you to know something,” she whispers against my flesh. “When you found me, it was like new life was being breathed into me. You were a savior, a prince, and I did question if that was why I was so damn into you, but you need to know you’re the only thing I could think about—the only man I wanted against my skin, touching me. Every heartbeat away from you was one wasted.”

  “Move in with me,” I blurt out.

  She jolts up, her mouth open, curious eyes searching mine. “What?” she wheezes, placing a hand to her chest.

  “I felt half dead when you left. My fucking chest was empty. You took my heart with you when you got on that plane. I couldn’t bear to come back to this house knowing you weren’t in it. It’s your home.” I grasp her cheeks. “I fucking love you. I want to have you here—every morning, every night.”

  “I want that too.” She beams.

  “Good. So it’s settled. We can move your shit in as soon as possible.”

  “My stuff is in the suitcases on your driveway.” She covers her mouth with the sheet, and we both begin laughing like fucking love-struck loons

  Twenty-Four

  Willa

  Two weeks later…

  Riding on the back on Gabe’s motorcycle is exhilarating. It’s such a freeing escape from everything. I want to go on all his trips with him. Pulling over to a diner, he kicks the stand down and taps my leg, signaling for me to climb off. Lifting the helmet, I shake out my hair and grin at him like a crazy person. “That was amazing.”

  “How’s the helmet?” He nods to the sparkling silver gift he gave me earlier.

  “Perfect.” I lean forward, placing a kiss to his cheek. He grabs me, making me squeal with giddiness. His lips attack mine, hungry and furious. Gabe is insatiable, a pleasure master, and so protective and caring, I feel like the luckiest woman in the entire world to be his—to be the one who gets to ride on the back of his bike, sleep in his arms, and have his devoted love. His hands grope my ass before smacking it and releasing me with a growl.

  “You hungry?” he asks, his eyes roaming over every inch of me. We’ve been on the road for hours. But with just a look from him, I feel drunk in lust. My pussy throbs with need, wetness dampening my panties.

  “I was. Now I’m a different kind of hungry.” I pout.

  “Oh yeah?” He grins, lifting himself off his bike and sweeping me up into his arms. Nibbling the sensitive flesh just behind my ear, his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, squeezing. A rumbling growl catches in the back of his throat.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I grind myself against him, desperate for friction. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me take you right here, aren’t you?”

  “I need you,” I plead, my flesh overheating. I’m burning up. Every touch from him electrifies every nerve-ending inside me. My lips crash against his, demanding attention. His teeth nip as his tongue pushes inside my mouth, tasting, urgency driving his movements.

  Carrying me across the lot, my back hits cold brick as his body presses against mine, pinning me in place. Our eyes seek out confirmation this is going to happen, right here against the side of the diner in the cloak of midnight.

  He fondles with my waistband, shoving my leggings down and tugging my panties to the side. Within seconds, his thick cock penetrates my needy pussy, making me cry out in symphony.

  Smothering my mouth with his hand, he fucks me hard and fast against the wall. Grunting with need, his hips jackhammer, seeking deeper purchase. My pulse races, my heart pounding as our rhythm hits the bundle of nerves inside me, sending me spiraling into ecstasy. My eyes close and my body tightens as my orgasm overtakes me. Hot cum floods my walls as his cock spasms inside me and his hand releases my mouth.

  “Now I’m hungry for food,” I pant, giggling.

  “I better feed you then.” He smiles against my lips as he drops a tender kiss there.

  Luckiest girl in the world.

  Twenty-Five

  Gabe

  Watching Willa get turned in circles as she dances with Jameson makes me realize how life-changing she’s been.

  Walking into that shithole of a bar and finding her was fate. I was meant for her. I believe it with everything in me.

  Musical giggles ring out from Jameson’s little sisters as they all hold hands and move to some stupid song the girls play on repeat.

  Willa’s smile lights up her entire face, sending a bottomless surge of joy into my chest. She’s happy, thriving here with us.

  Her hand reaches out, her head gesturing for me to join them. Not a fucking chance. I hold up my empty bottle and head through the kitchen to grab another. Rolling her eyes, she pokes her tongue out and continues to entertain the kids. Jameson’s presence has me offering him a cold one. He holds up a hand, gesturing no.

  “She seems happy, settled.” He flicks his eyes in the direction we just left. I nod, sipping my beer, waiting for him to get to his point.

  “I’ve never seen you like this.” His brow wrinkles in deep thought. “In love. I’m really happy for you.”

  Releasing a relieved exhale, I clasp his forearm and pull him in for a brief hug. “That means a lot to me coming from you, brother.”

  “She’s good with the girls,” he adds, shaking his head as their out-of-tune singing blasts through the house. I can see her having our babies. She’s a natural nurturer.

  “I better get the girls home and in bed. It’s getting late.”

  “Thanks for coming over. Willa’s been grilling me about the girls. She was excited to meet them and learn more about your life.”

  Little feet come pounding into the kitchen, rosy cheeks flushed.

  “Grab your coats, girls. And thank Uncle Gabe for dinner.”

  “Thank you!” they call-out in a chorus, wrapping their hands around my legs.

  “Come back and visit soon, yeah?”

  We wave them off, Willa sighing contently, her arms curled around my waist. “They’re adorable.”

  “You’re adorable.” I kiss her head, closing the door.

  “I want three,” she announces.

  “Excuse me?”

  Looking up at me, she bites her lip, grinning.

  “What, too many?”

  Turning her, I wrap her in my arms. “Not enough,” I growl, taking her lips.

  “Four?”

  “More!” I turn her, pinning her belly against the couch’s back. Flipping up her long skirt, I lean down to bite her ass cheek. “Five?” she pants.

  “Let’s make a football team.” I yank down her panties, slipping my fingers between her legs, groaning at her wetness.

  “Let’s just practice for now.” She gasps as I kick her ankles to part them and thrust inside her, hard, rough, and fucking delicious.

  Two weeks later

  We’re back in Reno. Kahn invited us to some cookout their club is having. Usually, I wouldn’t come to these things. It’s a long fucking ride for some roast hog and a beer, but Jameson mentioned it in front of Willa, and her whole face lit up like the fourth of July. She loves riding on the back of my bike, so we took a few days and stopped at local attractions Willa wanted to visit. Now I’m watching her from across the lawn, deep in conversation with a couple of brother’s ol’ ladies. She fits into this life like she was born into it. There’s nothing she complains about, just adjusts and gets on with things. Fuck, she’s stunning, her hair bouncing around her shoulders as she laughs, catching everyone attention. I notice the looks other brothers are giving her, and although I want to bury their faces in the fire pit, I understand their curiosity, their attraction. She’s a fucking goddess, her long, tanned legs on show, tight jean shorts showcasing her fat ass I want to bury my dick in, a slice of stomach showing from her cut-off tee, full tits pushing out the material.

  “That you
r woman?” Loki, the Reno Prez asks, coming to stand beside me. His head tilts as his eyes rake over her from top to bottom, a storm passing in his eyes.

  “Yeah,” I growl in warning. I don’t like the way this fucker is doing shit to her in his head. A sinister smirk hooks his lips.

  “I’d have my patch on her back if I were you. Bitch like that needs locked down, brother.”

  My chest vibrates with rage. The urge to pull my knife out and cut his eyes from the sockets is almost overbearing. Kahn drops a hand on my shoulder and nods to his Prez, who fucks off inside the clubhouse without another glance.

  “That the one who had you moping around like a lost puppy?” he teases, handing me another beer.

  “I don’t mope.” I chug the beer, hoping it will put out the fire raging inside me.

  “She’s a fine piece of ass, brother.” He whistles, checking her out.

  “I will bury that bottle in your sternum,” I warn him.

  Releasing a belly laugh that gets the women’s attention, he slaps my back. “You’re fucked.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Because if you don’t make her your official ol’ lady, every brother from here to Kingdom Come will be vying for her attention.”

  Willa is mine. I don’t give a fuck who tries to make a move on her, she will shut that shit down quick and I’ll end them. Her eyes clash with mine, always seeking me out, a smile just for me on her lips.

  “I love you,” she mouths, biting that lip. I nod my head toward the clubhouse, and her eyes spark with lust.

  “Thanks for the hospitality, brother.” I slap his chest and get my girl back to our hotel room.

  Twenty-Six

  Willa

  My body is so relaxed, I’d probably float away if Gabe’s arms weren’t anchoring my body to the bed. My body hums, tingling all over from being thoroughly ravaged. His touch is urgent, claiming my body littered with his bite marks.