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I came here to escape the clubhouse for a night and to get my mind right before I go back out onto the unforgiving water. And I’m damn glad I did.
“What do you do, Emery?” I can’t help myself from asking, and the surprise in her dark eyes pulls a chuckle from a happy place I thought was weathered and destroyed long ago. “I told you mine, tell me yours,” there’s a commanding edge to my voice.
From the way her pupils dilate, she doesn’t mind the bark in my tone at all. Interesting. Very fucking interesting.
She squares her shoulders like she’s bracing for my reaction, and I take a sip from my beer to hide my smirk at how fucking feisty my woman is. And make no fucking mistake—she is mine. Her voice is like honey with a hint of a challenge mixed in, “I’m a tattoo artist.”
“No shit,” I sputter with a cough, my eyes wide as I look like a bumbling fool unable to stop from reacting to the last fucking thing I was expecting to come from her.
“That surprise you?” The way her eyebrow arches tells me this is something she’s fought hard for. And that she still fights for it. For who she is. For what she loves.
“Fuck yeah, Ink,” I admit with a wink. She narrows her eyes, and it makes my cock pulse and remind me we need to get this woman under us as soon as fucking possible. My arm shoots out and wraps around her waist, pulling her closer to me before she can get it into her head that she should put any distance between us. Not fucking happening. My voice drops to a haunted whisper, “That was my dream, what I was working toward before shit got real in my life and I became an 18-year-old boy who had a mom and sisters who needed me to step up for them.”
Her eyes soften and she nods slowly. Understanding is all I can see in her gaze. Not pity. Not judgement. Understanding.
She melts into me, and I kiss the top of her head, the world around us disappearing. “I’m sorry you haven’t lived your dream, Kade,” she whispers before steel enters her voice to add, “yet.”
Fuck me.
“Let’s go, Ink. We’re going to lose ourselves in each other and then we’re going to figure out how to make both of our dreams come true.”
I mean the words, even though something nags at me in the back of my mind. I know I won’t be able to make my dreams happen right away—at least not until I go back out to the rig one more time. I would never leave the men I work with in the lurch like that. It’s not who I am. That doesn’t mean I won’t make this woman mine.
I’m claiming her. Everything else will have to work out.
Right?
The doubt wiggling through my soul like an insidious parasite vanishes when Emery pulls back enough to look up into my eyes and smirks. “Thought you’d never ask.”
With a firm grip on her hand, I tug her along behind me as we make our way out of The Sanctuary and toward my bike. I’ve never had anyone on the back of my bike before. It means something to me and to the men of the DSMC. It’s not something we fuck around with. It’s hallowed and sacred.
Once she tells me where her place is, I make sure my helmet is strapped to her head and give her a quick rundown on where to put her feet and that she needs to lean with me during turns. After I straddle my bike, she doesn’t hesitate to grip my shoulder and throw her leg over my bike and position herself behind me. A huge grin spreads across my face as I reach back and grip her thigh before I rev the engine and pull out into the night.
The stars and a half-moon shine down on us and lead us toward a moment, toward a night, I know will change everything. And the ride is too fucking short because having her wrapped around me is like peace blanketing my existence. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Not when I was patched in.
Not when I’ve felt the freedom of the road under my wheels.
Not when I was doing right by my family and putting them first.
Maybe it’s selfish, but this is just for me. For us. It has nothing to do with the club and it sure as fuck doesn’t have anything to do with the demands and pressures of my mom and her needs. It’s just for me.
I want to protect it with covetousness selfishness and never let it go.
Once we park, it’s Emery’s turn to lead me this time. And I fucking follow, my breaths becoming pants of anticipation and need with every step. Do I look like an over eager puppy to anyone who bothers to take in the scene? Probably, but I don’t really care.
The moment we’re inside her place, my hands are on her hips and I’m spinning her in my arms at the same time that I push her against the solid wood of her door. She gasps, but it’s the only sound she’s able to let out before my lips are on hers and we get lost in a kiss which lights up our souls.
When was the last time I kissed someone? I can’t even remember.
I won’t fucking lie—I haven’t been a monk for the last ten years as I’ve been working on the rig. Whenever I’m shore side, I’m more than willing to find some pussy. At first it was the club angels, but then the longer I spent out on the rig, the more the topography of the club would change every time I came back to it. The angels I was with back then moved on with their lives—good for fucking them—and I realized the ones left were catty bitches who were just looking for a patch instead of a way to build a new life.
Not my fucking scene.
Finding a woman at the club’s bar or somewhere else became a better option for me.
Now I’m fucking grateful because I’ll be damned if the first time that I take Emery to the clubhouse she has to go up against some jealous club angel who never had a chance at being more. Hell no. I already know the woman I have in my arms deserves more respect than that.
