And fuck, it was a powerful moment, one I felt sear itself into my soul in a way I’d never, ever forget.
“What’d that motherfucker do to you?” Aaron asked, rough voice low like he was afraid to startle me.
“A scumbag who stole my savings and the sapphire and diamond ring my mum gave me. Otto was nothing,” I admitted. “It’s what happened before.”
What might be happening again, I thought but didn’t say. If Rooster was in the area, I was as good as fucked. And if he thought for one second I’d taken up with a new man, and worse, that the new man was affiliated with The Fallen…well, he’d kill him.
I couldn’t––wouldn’t––let that happen to a man who could hold me like this.
Like I was precious.
“Stay,” Aaron said suddenly, and the hand cupping the back of my skull pulled at my hair so I was forced to look at his pleasure-softened face. “Stay with me. After we get this shit sorted, give me your name, give me your number. Let me know you.”
I was already shaking my head before he’d finished. “You don’t want to know me. I’m trouble.”
A sharp-edged grin flashed across his inky stubble-stained cheeks. “I’m a fan’a trouble.”
“Yeah and you’re too much of it for me to handle.”
“You handled me just fine right now,” he quipped.
“Aaron,” I said, leveling him with a somber gaze. “Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with me. There’s trouble, and then there’s more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Never had anythin’ good come to me I didn’t have to work for first,” he rebutted with a stubborn jut of his scarred chin. “You think you aren’t worth that? Even knowin’ ya for five hours, I can tell havin’ you is worth a lifetime’a trouble.”
My heart twisted and flopped like a slippery fish as I tried to get a grip on it and force it back into its net.
“Blue,” he whispered, moving a big, ringed hand over my hair to push it back from my face. “Take a chance on me.”
“I want to,” I admitted as I pressed my forehead to his. “But it’s better for both of us that I don’t.”
He stared at me, but we were too close for me to read the expression in those dramatic eyes. After a long moment, he pulled away and gently lifted me off him into the passenger seat. He avoided my eyes as he tucked his still-large but softening cock into his jeans and tied off the used condom.
“Fine,” he said gruffly. “But there’s no way I’m lettin’ ya outta my sight until we get this shit sorted with your ex. He could come for you thinkin’ you have his loot.”
“I can handle Otto.”
He shot me a withering look that made me feel guilt like a spear through my side. “Yeah, well, you’re not gonna. At least not alone. You want a moment to get cleaned up, I’ll wait outside. But you’re goin’ in that clubhouse with me so we can sort out a plan to keep you safe. I don’t care if I gotta drag you inside kickin’ and screamin’ to do it. You get me, Blue?”
He slid out of the car before I could say another word.
A massive sigh nearly choked me on its way out of my mouth. I wanted to meet The Fallen MC almost as much as I wanted Rooster to discover me again, but I couldn’t deny that I…trusted Aaron. If he thought they were good people, and I knew he was a good person, how far off base could he be? Truth be told, I didn’t really have any other choice. We had two duffels of contraband goods and a criminal gang after us, after me. I was fucked if I did and fucked if I didn’t. At least if I went inside with Aaron, the danger was targeted more at my heart than my life.
With another heavy sigh, I flipped the visor down to check my appearance and nearly laughed at the sight that greeted me.
Because despite knowing no matter what happened the rest of the night, I had to leave Aaron behind forever, mussed from his grip and his kiss, flushed from the pleasure he’d coaxed from my body, I looked prettier and happier than I’d ever looked before.
BONER
Three in the mornin’and the clubhouse was still filled with people. It was a Saturday, which meant partyin’, and a club party didn’t ever really end until the light had come up and some OldLady or biker groupie started to make breakfast for the men still drunk enough to be wakeful and the poor bastards woken by their hangovers.
It wasn’t about the partyin’ though; the booze and the weed and the constant thrum’a bass through the worn floorboards.
It was about family.
About celebratin’ the fact we were alive and safe and so fuckin’ loved you could feel it like somethin’ in the air.
It seemed Blue could smell it too, ski-jump nose tipped high as she dragged a breath of smoky air into her little lungs. Her eyes were wide but unsurprised as she took in the bikers loungin’ ’round the large room, hangin’ at the bar draped over stools or slouched into deep leather couches. Nova and Lila swayed on a makeshift dance floor, tangled together almost indecently, makin’ out as they ground their hips together in a lush, slow-kinda tango. Axe-Man, Mei, Harleigh Rose, and Lion were usin’ the dart board for knife throwin’ target practice with Bea cheering them on and Priest lookin’ on impassively, probably ’cause none’a them were as good as him. Bat, Dane, Curtains, and Buck played pool in the back corner, but the red-headed fuck I called my best friend noticed me instantly and made his way over with a curious frown.
