"You broke my heart, Josie. All I wanted to do was be there for you and you pushed me away like I didn't mean anything.""You mean the world to me, Nate. I was being stupid and emotional.""And what happens the next time you have a bad day? Would you do it again?""Never," I promise.He shakes his head no again. "I just don't know, Josie. You brought me into your house and I got attached to Emma and you. I don't want to go back and forth. If I'm here, I want to be here forever."I reach for his chest but he steps back. "I want you here forever, Nate."He takes another step back, putting even more distance between us. "I need some time to think about it. You did a number on me and I spent the last few days thinking about how not to let that happen again.""It won't happen again.""You told me you wanted to be an independent woman and I don't want to take that chance away from you," he says, halfway back to the door.I don't know what to say to make him stay. Or if ther
With the call disconnected, I release a huge breath of air, letting it run between my lips noisily. "I guess here goes nothing, Emma." She doesn't even look up to acknowledge the craziness of our current situation.I haven't even gotten off the couch when there's a knock at the door and it slips open. "Josie, it's me."Winnie takes a step into my apartment waving her hands. I don't know when we moved from a friendly knock to a best friend door open, but surprisingly that's the least of my worries today."Did Nate call you?" I ask suspiciously.Winnie smiles, her lips pressed together, but I can tell she has a secret. "He may have suggested you would need some help with Emma, and you know how much I love Emma.""I don't want to bother you." She's playing so well I could take her with me to Pelican Bay.Winnie doesn't listen and walks right past me to sit on the floor with Emma. "I love her. And besides, Huxley may come over later and I want him to have as much baby time as p
I shake my head, confused. "You what?""I bought this house. For me...Well, for you," he says, watching my facial expressions when he drops the news.I'm slow to pick it up. "You bought a house?""For you.""A house?" This house?"Well for us, but then you dumped me so...""Wait, you bought this house?"Nate nods, but slowly, his enthusiasm lost."I knew from the minute I saw you I wanted you in my life, Josie. And then the accident happened," I don't miss how he glosses over hitting me with his truck, but I let him. "And I got to meet Emma and be a part of your life and it made me realize that's what I want. I want a family. My own family. But you wanted this house, and I heard you were having problems getting the loan. I couldn't let you lose this place after everything else. I bought it that day.""That day?" How did he get a mortgage so fast?He grins, ignoring my question about when and launches into other aspects. "It's a great house. Close enough to the schoo
Nate steps back, dislodging my hand from his pants. "I can't wait, babe. I'm sorry. I need to be in you." He slips himself free and then wraps one of my legs around his hips, stepping away to place my back against the wall. He glides easily inside and my pussy clenches around him. I've missed him too."Don't wait," I say when he doesn't start moving.Nate chuckles, running his chin stubble across my neck and placing kisses on my collarbone. "I like it when you're greedy."He doesn't waste time, setting a steady rhythm right from the beginning as he works to fill me deeper and deeper each time our bodies come together. His fingers slip between our bodies and rub circles on my clit.I arch my back, pushing my shoulders against the wall and doing my best to get as close to him as possible. The tightness builds in my body quickly and I dig my fingers into his shoulders holding on."Faster," I demand.He listens, pumping into me harder. His fingers sink into my ass cheeks as he
The receptionist rolls her eyes and points to the hallway behind her. "They're waiting for you."Nate's eyes flicker between her and me, and then he grabs ahold of my hand, wrapping our fingers together as he shuffles me down the hallway with him.It's not until we're passed it when I realized the front desk was empty. Not a phone or computer in sight. Just a lone woman with her nail file."Nate," Ridge says, stepping out in the hallway from the room. He closes the door behind him when he sees me. "Lukis is in here with the intel, but he brought someone with him and she's in the conference room. I'm sure she could use a friend to chat with, if you know what I mean?"Ridge tilts his head in my direction indicating I should be said friend."Are you okay with that?" Nate asks."Sure."Nate deposits me in a large open room full of windows and the biggest table I have never seen in real life. It would fit twenty people although I only count sixteen chairs."Hey, they sent yo
Barry didn't seem keen about having to pick Emma up and drop her off again this month. He was even less excited about it when I explained we needed the extra help because we were moving. I don't need him and Nate to get into an argument in front of Emma. Hopefully he got his yelling done over the phone.Nate scowls but takes a deep breath and hands Emma to my waiting arms after I loop her bag over my shoulder."I'll be right back," I say and kiss him on his cheek.Emma giggles and babbles on about her dad as we walk to the front door together, her bouncing on my hip. "You're going to be good for your daddy. Right?" I ask and she smiles. "But not too good."I whisper the last encouragement so her father doesn't hear.She's all smiles as I open the door and even yells out "Daddy" when she sees him. But both of our faces fall when we get an eyeful of Barry's expression. His eyes are already narrowed and his lips pursed together in annoyance. I guess he assumes I took too long. H
Katy shakes her head. "You are marrying Ridge Jefferson. The Ridge Jefferson. Everyone expects an invitation. The whole town wants to witness the event.""You think so?" Tabitha asks hesitantly.Katy nods. "Do you know he once dated and dumped a girl because he said she was obsessed with her nails?""What does that mean?" I ask.Katy and Tabitha both shake their heads. They have no idea. "Believe me when I say it's not even the most ridiculous reason Ridge broke up with someone in the past. Our friend Tabitha here is the only one who's ever been able to keep him. And now she's marrying him. The whole town wants pictures.""We'll put an announcement in the paper."Katy smiles a little wickedly. "Girl, this shit will make the front page of the paper."Tabitha's face falls into a mixture of shock and horror. "Can they do that?""If you live in Pelican Bay, they can."The living room having been placed into boxes, Nate walks out from the hallway and stops where we've gath
"Who me?" I ask, putting a hand on my chest like it's not possible they could mean me. But my wide eyes give me away. They dart around anywhere and everywhere except looking at the men in the car as I back up.The one behind the wheel, an overweight white man with slicked-back hair and dark sunglasses I only thought California troopers wore, laughs. "Yeah, that's her. Grab her, boys."Two car doors open and I turn, my eyes wide like a bunny stuck in a trap. I run in the first direction I can. Straight ahead. It's Sunday, and the office is closed, but if I can reach an apartment in the building, there's a chance someone will help me. I veer left, turning hard and heading toward the apartment building, but something finds my back like a heavy bag of potatoes and knocks me to the ground.I open my mouth wide, preparing to scream, but he clamps a hand over my lips and pushes so hard I can't even bite down. The man on top of me smells like he dumped a bottle of cologne on himself to c
ElliotFive years later"No, sweetie, we only get one puppy today." I squat getting on the same level as my daughter, Brandise.The round ball of fluff she squeezes onto with all her might so he doesn't run away licks her across the face and she giggles. "Daddy, they're twins just me and Bray. They have to stay together."My eyes flick back and forth between each dog. One held in the tight grip of Brandise and the other being sized up by my son. Their mother, Harley, a woman who took too long for me to figure she meant everything stands between the two of them with her lips pinched together not helping me in this situation. She's left me out in the cold on my own.The two puppy siblings look alike, but in my eyes every Yorkie looks the same. How can you tell them apart? The puppies my babies held both had a lighter colored face than Rocky, but other than that they were big puffballs of fur."Sweetie, Rocky only needs one brother," I try again hoping to talk sense into her.
Elliot's steps are slow but sure as I hold open the bakery door to let him get through the space. Once he's cleared the way, I stand beside him in case he needs me for support as he makes his way to the first table in the busy sitting section. You wouldn't expect a shoulder injury to cause issues walking, but with each movement his body makes, his shoulder sways with the force and his face grimaces.It's too soon for him to be up and moving, but I couldn't make him listen to reason.He finds his seat and plops in it heavily, the chair legs scraping on the tile. The people around us stop what they're doing and turn before a small round of applause starts from behind the bakery counter and then picks up including people from every space in the bakery. Elliot turns to the noise, catching everyone in their adoration, and scowls until the clapping fades."Cupcakes for everyone," Anessa says smiling from her spot at the counter. "Especially for our new hero."Elliot's scowl deepens.
Dominick releases a breath and sucks in another one as if preparing himself for this new life. "Are you positive? Because there are very eligible bachelors in my club. A brother could keep you safe."I don't argue with him that Elliot kept me safe. Well at least until he got shot, and no one can blame a man for that. He literally stuck his body in between me and a loaded weapon. How much more could he have done?Plus I could never live life in the club again. Now after experiencing life on my own. "Yeah, and then they'd cheat on me or go to prison."Dominick shakes his head. "My men aren't that way. They love hard and deep. I changed the club here, Harley. It's different from how we grew up in Colorado."There's honesty in his words, but it will never be enough to bring me back. "Elliot is mine."Dom shakes his head once, admitting defeat. "Fine. Onto topic two. I met your father," he says father accusatorily like I've been keeping something from him.Which, in a way, I hav
Without warning there's another harsh pop in the air like someone shooting off a firecracker, and then red blossoms in the middle of Pete's forehead. His body falls back hitting the ground once again. The thud is too far away to hear, but I swear my body feels the vibration.Holy fuck.My ears ring from the gunfire as men pool around us each of them yelling things back and forth. It's coordinated chaos. An ambulance with its lights flashing speeds over the highway."That man took three bullets to the chest," Huxley mutters to himself shaking his head. "I haven't seen anything that crazy since Thailand."... The steady beat of Elliot's hospital machines lulls me into a restless sleep as my head rests on Elliot's hand."Harley," a deep voice whispers in my ear, shaking my shoulder. "Har."In a start my head pops up and my eyes search Elliot's face, but his hand still rests underneath my head, a pool of my drool sticking between his fingers."Still drool, huh? I wouldn't
"Dominick won't pay anything for me," I lie.Pete laughs. "Don't want money. I'm looking to trade you for a free get-out-of-town card. If he won't offer me his protection, you'll be a going away gift to my men. They're upset with having to leave. I'm sure you understand.""What?" Fear causes me to choke out the word as a hundred images flash through my brain of what he could mean, but only one is sick and depraved enough for this man.He smirks. "They'll love you if the Impaler doesn't."I fall to my knees against the back of his seat. "No, please don't." I'd rather he shoot me now than do what his smile promises. He means I'm to be a sexual gift given to his men and passed between them. I'd never survive. Sure, Dom trained me in basic self-defense skills, but my mother sheltered me from club life so I only heard the evils of the world through others. Until now, I never once felt concern for my safety. Not the way I do now.The cargo van travels on the highway, passing a bill
"Stand up, Fucker."Elliot scoots away from me as I claw deftly on his leg trying to hold on and keep him close. He turns, not making any sudden movements and puts his body in front of mine to shield me once again from the nasties of life."Let's not do anything drastic, Pete." Elliot takes a step forward with his hand held out defensively.I twist seeing the old man wearing a pair of board shorts, a blue Hawaiian shirt with palm trees, and flip-flops on his feet standing in the middle of the beach. He resembles a tourist who belongs in Florida not a man running a drug ring in Pelican Bay. He sneers at me taking the tension from Elliot for just a moment and waving the gun in his direction as if either of us could forget it's there."She's the only one who can name me. Without her I can pick up shop and start somewhere fresh and there's nothing you can do about it. You guys don't have shit on me.""You're standing in the middle of a public beach during the day, Pete," Elliot t
He flinches as of my question has hurt him, but I'm the child who didn't have a father. "I got out early for good behavior and I looked up your mother. I learned what happened. Sorry about your loss," he says. The words are stagnant as if he knows what he's supposed to say but struggles with the meaning. Yet, something in the inflection makes me believe he means each one. His eyes turn soft, possibly remembering his time with my mother.My life has never been cupcakes and cookies, but the last month has been indescribable except for the word surreal. First, I had no father, then I picked up a club president for a stepdad, lost him, and now gained back the original. What is happening to my life?"What will happen now?"My father shakes his head and stares at me with a touch of a smile tweaking his lips. "I'm out of the club life. Plan to take the straight and narrow from here on out."I hold back the cringe at his promise. It's one I've heard from club brothers my entire life. E
Elliot shakes his head, his fingers curving around the handle of his gun. His face pinches together as if he has so much to say, but is staying silent for me.Until he doesn't anymore."Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"He's not the only one looking for answers. "Me too. Mom said you died in a motorcycle crash. Drove your bike over a mountain ledge one night." She hadn't said he'd been drinking, but I've filled in the blanks for myself as I aged.My father's teeth come together hard making a gnashing sound I hear even from my position. "Yeah well. She thought it would be better than the true story. Easier for both of you to move on rather than wait around on me living only a half-life.""Then what is the true story?" After my mom left Dominick's dad, it was the three of us together. I always believed we never hid any secrets from one another.My father shakes his head and stares at me but looks past me as if he's reliving the memories himself. "She s
My gaze and thoughts flip to the back door, but I'm too far away to reach it before he could shoot me.The man is younger than Pete and not the person I saw put a bullet in someone earlier this month, but he's old enough to be my father. His skin is leathered and wrinkled as if he's spent a lifetime in the sun. His jeans are loose and a leather jacket lacking any MC cut is wrapped around his body. Not a Bloodhound.I stand next to the kitchen island breathing heavily while trying to come up with an escape plan as the two of us stare at one another unmoving.He speaks first. "Now, Harley, is this any way to greet the old man who named you?"His words scatter in my brain, startling me into paying attention, all my plans of escape lost. "Excuse me? My father named me."It was one of the few stories I had of the man who shared such a brief relationship with my mother. "He wanted to pay homage to the best...""Damn motorcycle company the US has ever seen," he finishes my sentenc