CyberThe woman on her knees between my legs had hair the colour of butterscotch. It fell over her face, which was fine. I didn’t need to see her face. The only thing I cared about was that she didn’t stop doing what she was doing with her tongue. She was pretty enough. All the club girls and hangers-on were in their own way. Not that I really paid much attention to them. I didn’t know their names. I didn’t even bother asking them. There was only one thing I wanted from girls like the one in front of me, and that was the release they could offer me. That instant sexual gratification. And none of them said no to me. They always scrambled when I clicked my fingers, eager and willing to do anything I wanted.I knew some of them aspired to be an old lady. It had happened before. A brother falling hard and fast for a girl who had done the rounds of the club, but I wasn’t one of those men. I would never take an old lady. I had enough stress without adding a regular woman to the mix.I had
IrisCyber.He had changed. A lot. But I would have recognised him anywhere. I knew that voice. The deep timber of it.And the way he said my name when I finally lifted my head was exactly the same way he had said my name five years earlier. When he had crashed into my life and changed everything. My whole world had imploded that night. Cyber had done that.He had started me on this path. It was all on his impossibly wide shoulders. If he hadn't come that night, my parents would still be alive, and I wouldn't have spent years in absolute misery. Scared of everything that moved.It was all because of him.And it had all started by him saying my name in his deep velvet voice.The exact same voice that he had just used.My heart slammed into my chest, and I clutched my throat with my hand as memories of that night engulfed me. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Panic gripped me, making the edges of my vision turn black.The darkness was threatening to overtake me. And this time I knew it
CyberMaggie was going to be ok, and that's what I should have been concentrating on, but I just couldn't stop thinking about Iris.Never in a million years had I thought I would see her again. Even when the name Iris had been dropped into conversations about the girls the Savage Sons had rescued from the human trafficking ring, I hadn’t batted an eyelid. There were loads of Iris’ in the world. The one I knew hadn't been the kind of girl to be snatched. She was safe and happy in her little corner of England. Where she belonged.To find her there, covered in Maggie's blood, had nearly floored me. It had come a lot closer than Havoc’s punch. But it was the hatred in her eyes, the way she had snarled at me not to touch her that I couldn't shake. She had every right to be pissed at me. I had ghosted her. Any girl would be angry. But it wasn't anger I had seen flashing her eyes. It had been hatred. A burning hot hatred. After five years, most girls would have gotten over it. They would h
IrisIt felt good to be clean, especially once I knew Maggie was going to be ok. She would be in the hospital for a while, but as long as there were no complications, she would be allowed home in a week or two.It had already been decided that I would go with her, to care for her. It was the least I could do seeing as I had caused all of this. Honestly, I just wanted to be away from the Savage Sons, or more specifically, away from Cyber’s piercing eyes. He had been watching me like a hawk ever since we had left the hospital. Even going so far as to roar behind us on his monster of a bike.I was surprised he even let me shower in peace. I had been half expecting him to be there when I stepped out.Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I listened to the loud, heated conversation coming from the kitchen.“No.” Darcie's voice was strident. There was a loud sigh but I couldn't tell whether it came from Havoc or Cyber. Not without stepping into view, and I didn’t want to do that. I wanted
CyberThe chances of the kid being mine were slim. The words kept going around and around in my head as I sat opposite Havoc and Fang at the kitchen table a few hours later, with frosty beers in front of us.Slim to none were her actual words, and I was glad of that. I would have stepped up if she had been mine, but I wasn't ready for a kid. And I sure as hell wasn’t mature enough for one. I was too selfish, and I loved my life. What wasn't there to love? I was a good-looking man who rode with one of the most respected and feared clubs in the country. I had everything I could ever want: a group of brothers around me that were closer than family, the open road whenever I felt like riding and a steady stream of women eager to warm my bed. What more could a man ask for?Except she hadn't said I wasn't the kid's dad. She had said the chances were slim.“You're thinking about Iris, right?” Fang chuckled darkly and I shot a look at him, the cold bottle at my lips.“Yeah, he's been like thi
IrisIt was barely light when I finally gave up trying to fall into a deep sleep and swung my legs from the bed. Sitting there, with my toes brushing against the carpet, I tried to gather my thoughts. I had expected Cyber to come back. Maybe drunk and horny. Part of me even wanted that. If only because it would have given me a chance to yell at him.I wanted to hate him; I even had every right to hate him. But being around him was hard. My own reaction to him was hard. Because though I hated him, the little spark of the old me was attracted to him still.It was tough being at war with myself over the man who had killed my father.What I couldn't do was sit in that room a moment longer. Maggie had been right about that. When I was alone and had nothing to do, my thoughts took over. And they were never nice unicorn-filled thoughts. I needed to keep busy. Without thinking, I reached for my bag. I didn't have any of my own clothes there, but I did have some that Darcie had given me. The
CyberMy eyes were stuck together with sleep as I pushed the sleeping club girl off my lap; she slid onto the floor with a moan. I wasn't sure when we had all passed out, but it felt like only a few minutes had passed. My brain was foggy and my mouth felt like the damn Sahara Desert it was so dry.Not even the tantalising smell of frying meat was enough to flood it with saliva. But, damn, something smelt good.Pushing myself upwards, I cracked my back, turning towards the door that led to the kitchen. Someone was cooking up a storm in there. Something that almost never happened. The club girls were usually in charge of breakfast, and none of them could cook worth a damn. The room was only half full of sleeping bodies, and there wasn't a glass or bottle in sight. What the hell was going on? The clubhouse was never that clean so early in the morning. Using both hands, I pushed open the door to the kitchen. “What's for breakfast?” I asked and then froze. It looked like half the club
IrisIt was strange how easily I adjusted to life with a permanent Monster shaped shadow. He was always there, hovering in the background. A comforting figure of contradictions with his angelic face and leather cut. Never in a million years had I thought I would enjoy a man’s company as much as I did his. There was just something about him that put me totally at ease. Maybe it was the fact that in the two weeks we had lived together, he hadn't looked at me with anything resembling lust in his face. He didn't leer or make crude comments.He was just Monster.Safe, dependable Monster.Although he had laughed when I had mentioned that to him. I hadn't understood that laughter, and when I had tried pressing him on it, he had just shrugged and said, “I wouldn't hurt you, that's all that matters, Iris.” Like it answered the million questions I had about him. “That guy is staring at you.” He elbowed me softly as we walked side by side down the bread aisle of the local supermarket. Startled