AddieI shouldn't be here. I absolutely shouldn't be here. The thought keeps running through my head as I exit my SUV, letting the door slam loudly. Truth be told I'm not really in the mood tonight, but I want to see Wild. I'm dying to know what happened with the house Jagger took him to see, and we've not exchanged phone numbers, so it's not like I can text him.Tate is out with Remy again, and instead of being stuck alone, I decide very quickly that I'd much rather be watching Wild mix a few drinks behind the bar. And maybe later, I can entice him with the barely-there bra and panty set I have on under this dress.A smile on my face, I plant my feet on the asphalt, get my bearings, and start walking for the entrance. It's a cold night, spitting rain, almost sleet, but I wore this dress and these heels for the man behind the bar, and I'll be damned if he doesn't see me in them. My fingers are reaching for the front door when I feel someone grab me from behind and drag me behind
WildIt's quiet when I start to regain consciousness and I wonder if I'm dead. I've never been in a place that's been this quiet before. Back home there was always the sounds of the road. The house sat so close to the state route, sometimes semis would cause the piece of shit shack to shake. There were times, when I'd get a hair up my ass and take off on my bike, that I would sleep on the streets. Never fully asleep, it wasn't safe to let slumber take you into its depths. As quick as you allowed your body to relax, someone would be there stealing what was rightfully yours. Then my grandpa died and I never heard peace again. Always his words of what I should have done with my life rang in my ears. But this? This is peace and quiet. Surely you can only get that when you've reached the other side. Right?"Wilder, if you can hear me, wake up." I'm not sure who this woman is speaking to me, but I like her voice a lot. Fighting through what feels like a drug-induced sleep I wake up, g
WildThe water flowing through my hair feels better than I ever imagined it would. There have been times in my life where I wasn't in a position to be able to take a shower. When clean clothes weren't an option, and when hygiene wasn't at the forefront of my mind – surviving was. But since I've been out on my own, not having to worry about others, I've made it a point not to be who I was before. That kid in school who wore dirty clothes, who maybe hadn't had a shower in a few days, and who looked like they could use a brush through their hair. Seeing the way I had looked in that mirror today? It'd taken me back to a time I thought I'd moved far away from. Knowing that Addie came over to help me? Means the world to me, even if she'll never know it. "That feels so good," I moan as she cups her hand over my forehead and pours the warm water with a cup. She's kind of helped me shower and given me a sponge bath when my legs could no longer handle my weight. She changed into a pair o
AddieA: Hey Mom, Wilder needs someone to stay with him. Because I've had medical training with CRISIS, I've offered to be that person. My hands shake as I send the text. I worry that she can see straight through me, that she knows what's going on without me telling her. I also know he can't be by himself. There's no way in hell he'll be able to take care of things on his own, and I'm not in the business of letting someone who took a knife for me, fend for himself.M: Are you sure? We can do a rotation. A: No, I feel like this is something I need to do. Ya know, time for me to take on more responsibility.I hope she believes the lie, but I'm worried. Worried that if I don't tell people I'm here, then they might show up and I might have to explain why I'm the one taking care of him. What if someone drives by, sees my SUV and starts asking questions? It's better for me to get ahead of this than to live the lies I've been living for so long. M: Alright, if you need help jus
AddieMarch (The Present)"Are you gonna answer me?" Mom asks as she gives me a pointed look. "Your dad wants to know why you're talking to Wilder outside of club situations."I struggle with a lie, and figure it won't work anyway. She can spot one of those a mile away thanks to Caelin, she's become the human fucking lie detector. Things would have been so much easier on me if I were an only child. "I know him, okay?""Outside of when he was at the dinner the other night and when you said you'd help take care of him the past few days?" I swear she could be a member of the FBI the way she questions people and gets answers. I squirm under that gaze."Yeah, I met him around town, and he was at Skunk's when I went to pick up the rent."There, I had a reason to meet him before, thank you very much! A little white lie never hurt anyone."The way the two of you were talking to one another seemed to indicate intimate knowledge, you were leaning into him, Addie. Not sure if you re
Wild"Come to the clubhouse for dinner," Liam tells me as he walks by right before the end of the day. The way he says the words, I know they aren't a request, it's an order. "What time should I be there?" "Six-thirty." He glances at the cell phone in his hand. "Tyler and I will be grilling, especially since we went from an ice storm right into spring." He gestures to the seventy-degree evening we've got going on. "Do I need to bring anything?" I hope not, since the extent of my skills is picking up something at Walmart."Just yourself. We'll see ya there."All of a sudden, the bay doors start closing and there's loud chattering amongst the guys. Nobody ever told me what quitting time is, so I raise an eyebrow at Liam."Time to go, you did good today."I don't really want the praise to mean as much as it does, but for someone like me who hasn't gotten much in his life, it means more than it should. Out of habit I worked hard, and I hoped someone had noticed. The fact
AddieAs I stand to the side, I almost want to cry as I watch Wild get his prospect patch and cut. I've seen this happen with a few other clubs we're friends with, but for the most part besides people who are affiliated with the family, since I've been alive the club hasn't added anyone. I'm very careful to keep myself from being too emotional. If I'm too emotional then I'll have to answer questions about why this means so much to me. The truth is, I'm proud of him. In the short time we've known each other, he's become an important part of my life. The loneliness that once plagued the shit out of me isn't there like it was. He's taken some of that away, and even though I want to run from him, some time after talking with Tate, I realized I can't. It was like lightning struck my forehead and I was woken up from a deep sleep. This man took a knife for me. He's been my friend, my companion anytime I've asked him to be. He didn't have to try and protect me, but he did, and the gesture
WildI'm almost positive the alarm on my bedside table hasn't gone off yet, but something has me awake and up. A loud moan is ripped from my throat as I feel a hand on my morning wood. "Addie." I thrust my fingers into her hair."Way to go, moaning my name first thing in the morning," she laughs softly as she attacks my neck.Her hand at my cock is moving at the best pace. Not too fast, not too slow - just fuckin' right to get me off. Doesn't matter that what we did last night had me completely decimated. This morning I'm hard and ready to go. "Never slept all night with another woman," I admit as I tilt my head back against the pillow, thrusting up into her hand. "You're the first, and before you say it. When I was sick doesn't count.""Are you kidding?" she questions, her hand not losing its rhythm."Nope, you don't know where I come from. Nobody wanted to get with me," I force those words out, doing my best to not come all over her hand, but fuck it feels good."All thos