By this, I assume they mean Jasper.
“Yeah, appreciate it.”
Before I know it, the car has started. My eyes begin to flutter closed, a mixture of relief and the drugs. My legs are throbbing, my shoulder burns and my entire body feels broken, but I’m here. I’m alive and most of all...
I’m free.
~*EPILOGUE*~
“Fuckin’ makin’ me work extra hard,” Cade grumbles and tosses a bag of food onto my eating tray.
I grin at him. “I’m an invalid. Someone has to feed me.”
He grunts. “Your hands still work, yeah?”
I shrug.
“And your mouth.”
I shrug again.
“Then you ain’t a fuckin’ invalid.”
I pout at him and he grins, walks over and tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Can’t fuckin’ wait for you to come home.”
“I know,” I say, stretching. “Two weeks is too long.”
“Fuckin’ tellin’ me, my dick hurts.”
I giggle and grip his face, bringing him down for a kiss.
“You know, hospital sex is said to be good.”
He chuckles against my lips. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m not tempting. I’m serious.”
His eyes widen and he pulls back to meet my gaze. “You’re all sore and fucked up.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t need my leg and my shoulder to feel my man’s cock inside me.”
“Fuck, sugar, careful.”
“Fuck me, nice and slow.”
“Can’t here. That old nurse will come in and bust my bare ass in the air.”
“The bathroom is private.”
“Sugar...”
“There’s a chair in there. I could ride you gently.”
“Fuck.”
I shove his chest gently and get out of the bed. My body is feeling better and better with each day that passes. My leg still gives me a little pain but mostly, it’s all ok. I hobble a little as I walk towards the bathroom, and Cade follows with no hesitation. When we get in, I close the door and lock it. Then I grip him, pushing him towards the large chair in the corner of the room. It’s a chair I imagine people sit at while keeping an eye on someone in the shower. Cade drops his ass down onto the vinyl covering, and looks up at me, reminding me of a little boy on Christmas with the expression he’s giving me. It’s that of pure excitement.
“Ready for this? We have to be quick.”
He snorts. “Ain’t gonna be long, baby, I can assure you.”
I lift my hospital gown and drop my panties, and then I reach over and grip Cade’s jeans. He’s already bulging against them. Licking my lips, I release his cock. When the warmth of him fills my palms, I groan. God, I’ve missed him. I climb over his lap, and straddle him.
“Do I get a kiss before I get fucked?”
He grins, grips my hair, and brings my lips down over his. He kisses me deeply while he gently lowers me over his hard length. I whimper into his mouth as he fills me, causing little stings of pain to shoot through my body. The pleasure far outweighs the pain though, and so I keep sliding down. When he’s inside me, filling me, I begin a gentle rocking motion. I tear my lips away from Cade’s mouth, nestle my face into his neck, and breathe him in. His hands go around my waist, and he supports me, helping me lift up and down. I go easily, sliding over his length.
“Fuck, baby, not gonna last long. Missed your sweet pussy.”
“Me either,” I whisper. I close my eyes and bite his neck.
“Fuck, harder, baby.”
I bite him harder and he growls, erupting inside me. At the feel of his pulsing, and the sounds of his groaning, I come hard. I clench around him and cry out into his shoulder as quietly as possible, as my much needed release rips through me. We rock like that for long moments, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, so together. I lift my head from his shoulder and look him right in the eye. “Well, now we can say we’ve done it all,” I smile.
He grins and wraps his arms around me. “There’ll be plenty more for us to discover, now you’re free.”
Being free is so completely overwhelming. I never imagined this was the path my life would take, but I’m certainly grateful it did. Now Cade and I can start creating something worth fighting for. Speaking of, I have noticed he and Spike don’t seem as tense. I really hope they can find it in themselves to forgive and forget.
“You and Spike seem to be getting along better,” I mention casually, but my heart is thudding with curiosity.
“Yeah, he even sat down and had a beer with Jackson and I the other night.”
“I hope one day you two can sort it out.”
He nods, grinning at me. “Yeah, sugar, me too.”
“Did Jackson deal with Britney?”
When Jackson and Cade found out Britney was the one to give away my location, they were furious. I was too; she nearly had me killed, and for what? The chance to be someone’s Old Lady. I guess it goes to show how desperate some people can become.
“He threatened her within an inch of her life. If she wasn’t a girl, she’d be dead.”
I have no doubt about that. I am still in mild shock over the fact that she would do something so low. Britney is very lucky she’s alive right now, and I know she wouldn’t dare show her face on the compound again.
“Did he order her out of town?” I ask.
Cade nods. “Fuck yeah, and she wouldn’t dare come back.”
I sigh deeply, relieved. “Well, at least it’s all over now.”
He nods. “Sugar, much as I love ya, it’s kinda gettin’ a bit slippery in there, if you know what I mean.”
I laugh and lift myself off him. We both straighten ourselves up and head back out. I walk over to the large window, take a seat and stare out at the hills I can see over the tops of the hospital. That’s the good thing about being on the top floor. Cade kneels in front of me, reaches up and takes my hands.
“Fuckin’ love you, sugar. You know that, yeah?”
I nod. “Cade, I know that. I’ve known that for a while now. The thing is-”
“I want you to know how much.”
Stubborn man is cutting me off at the one moment I want to tell him I love him.
“I know how much, the thing is-”
“Sugar, you’re fuckin’ changin’ everything I am.”
“You’re changing everything I am too, that’s why I wanted to-”
“Sugar, fuck,” he growls. “Do you ever stop talkin’ for five minutes?”
“I’m trying to-”
“Sugar!” he says, tugging my hands. “Shut the fuck up!”
“Why?” I cry.
“Because I’m tryin’ to fuckin’ ask you to marry me.”
My entire world stops. I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest, but in the best possible way. He wants to marry me? Cade Duke – big, bad biker – wants to marry me? I feel my eyes burn with unshed tears, as a feeling of pure joy rushes through my body.
“That got your attention,” he grumbles, then he squeezes my hands harder. “If you let me talk, you would let me say that you fuckin’ changed me. I have never loved anyone in my life, but you, fuck...you changed that. I’m not goin’ to get all sappy on you, ‘coz we both know I don’t do that shit, but I will tell you this, you’re the fuckin’ meaning of breathing for me. You’re the reason I get out of bed each day and fuck, if that’s love, I am gonna hang onto it and never let it go. So, will you marry me?”
I am crying now, but I laugh through my tears. “If you let me talk,” I rasp. “You would have let me tell you that I love you too, you stupid, stubborn-ass biker!”
He stares at me, then he roars with laughter and pulls me into his arms.
“Fuck, sugar, here you go makin’ me the happiest man alive.”
“I won’t tell anyone you said that,” I choke between tears.
He chuckles again, and pulls back. He reaches into his jeans pocket, and pulls out a
ring, no box, just a ring. Who needs a box anyway; real beauty should never be covered. Cade grips my hand, sliding it onto my finger. Perfect fit. I meet his gaze, and for a long moment, we just lock eyes. Happy. Content. That’s what we are right now. He picked up my pieces and put me back together, even when I thought no glue would hold. Turns out Cade was my glue, and in a sense, I think I am his.
“Well, sugar,” he murmurs. “You sure made it difficult to save you, but you know, I got there in the end.”
I smile, and nestle in closer to him. “You know why? I didn’t want to be saved before, but with you, that all changed. For once, I wanted to see what was on the other side.”
“And was it worth steppin’ over the line?”
I pull back, grip his face, press my lips down over his and kiss deeply. He responds, kissing me with everything he has. When he pulls back, I tangle both my hands into his hair and say, “Oh, hell yeah!” And I mean it, with every part that is me.
I mean it because the battle with Cade has changed my world.
I mean it because fighting to find love was so much more rewarding than fighting to survive.
I mean it because my whole world was in tatters, but little by little, Cade has helped me put it back together again.
Finally, I believed that I was good enough to be saved.
And who knew he would be the one to save me.
That’s life for you – you never know which way it’s going to go – you just have to trust it.
~*THE END*~
HEAVEN’S SINNERS
BOOK 2 – MC SINNERS
~*Heaven’s Sinners*~
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PROLOGUE
PAST - SPIKE
Red.
Most people love the color red - it’s sexy, alluring, and beautiful. A woman in red can take your breath away, and make your entire world stop. A red car makes your blood start pumping and adrenalin course through your veins. A red rose, indicates love and commitment. Red lips can steal your heart. Red, in the big scheme of things, indicates pure beauty. Until you see it in its darkest form.
Blood.
Suddenly, red no longer represents beauty, fun, and living; instead it represents death, pain, agony and heartbreak. When faced with it in that form, it’s heart wrenching, horrible, brutal and life changing.
I see the color red every time I close my eyes, I see it every time I look at a car, I see it every time I think of her...my wife. Red consumes me. It takes me to a place I struggle to escape from. Red fills me with the one emotion I can’t ever remove from my heart.
Guilt.
CHAPTER 1
PRESENT - SPIKE
I wake up panting, my entire body shakes and sweat rolls down my cheeks. I can taste a mild salty flavor in my mouth, and I realize I’ve been screaming - again. Some people would see a man screaming as a sign of weakness. It’s just human nature. Men who scream, cry, or feel too much emotion, are pussies, end of fucking story. I only scream when I sleep, and each morning I wake up feeling the same - alone, cold, empty, and riddled with guilt. I’ve learned to live with the fact that I’ll never feel any different, that my life will always be lived in a pit of fuckin’ darkness.
That’s what I deserve.
Sliding out of bed, I take hold of my sheets, and pull, taking them with me. I walk out of the room; my chest is still rising and falling heavily. I stop by the washing machine and drop the sheets in, before continuing into the living room. The place is dark, not a light to be seen.
It’s early, probably 3 am. It always happens in the morning, like I’m being fuckin’ punished. Like sleeping is taking me away from the guilt for a few hours, and that’s just not allowed. It’s almost as if I’m being forced to live with it, every waking minute of my fucking dark, damaged life.
I fumble for the lights, and when I finally get my finger on one, I flick it. When the room is lit up, I walk towards the kitchen. The house is only small, but I’m not planning on being around for long. I need to organize a few things, and then I’ll be on my way. This is the Knights grounds, it ain’t mine. Me and my club have to move on eventually. The only reason we’re hangin’ around now is because Jackson has a fuckin’ soft spot for me. Christ knows why. He should have wiped his hands of me long ago.
Thinking about the club has my head spinning. Once, a long time ago, Jackson asked me to be part of the Hell’s Knights. I thought about it too, and was planning on saying yes, but life took me in another direction. Drugs took over, I got myself tangled in some bad shit, and then I lost my wife.
After that, I bolted. I fucked random women, I drank a lot, I smoked a lot, and then I decided to create my own MC club. That’s where the Sinner’s came in to play. Since then, I’ve been preparing to end the bad shit once and for all, starting with the drug lord who killed my wife.
He won’t like what’s comin’ for him.
It ain’t gonna be pretty when it goes down. It’s going to be a blood bath, and chances are I won’t come out alive. Don’t fuckin’ care either. Just gotta end it. That’s all I know. It’s all I breathe for. It’s life for me right now.
I grip a coffee cup, running my fingers around the faded rim. I’m just about to put it under the old, fucked up machine when my cell rings. Staring down at the ID, I see it’s my VP, Granger. With a curse, I pick up the phone and put it to my ear. What the fuck is he doing, calling me this early for?
“What?” I bark.
“Yo’ Spike, got a bit of an issue down here at the bar.”
Fuckin’ hell, if it’s not one thing, it’s another.
“What’s goin’ down? Better be fuckin’ important, Granger.”
“That girl that came to the warehouse last month. You know, the pretty one?”
Ciara. Just thinkin’ about her makes my skin tingle. I’m still not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. She’s gettin’ to me, creepin’ into my thoughts and refusing to move. I don’t know why the girl is so determined to get to me. Why she can’t just let it go. She needs to let it go, god knows the girl is better off without me. She always was. She just couldn’t see it. She always saw beauty when all I saw was ugly. She’s that kind of person. She sees the light in everyone.
“Ciara,” I growl into the phone. “And she ain’t my problem, so why the fuck are you callin’ me?”
“Well, her and the other girl, Cade’s Old Lady, are a bit under the weather and are bein’ harassed by a few men. It’s gettin’ a bit ugly, but the stubborn ass bitch won’t leave.”
“Addison is Cade’s fuckin’ problem, she ain’t mine.”
Addison is Cade’s Old Lady and a royal pain in my ass - a pain that I’m kind of getting used to, though I won’t tell her that. Damn woman is ad
dictive as fuck, and she knows how to get under a man’s skin with all her ‘let’s be friends’ bullshit. Like I said, pain in my ass.
“Called Cade, he’s comin’ for her. Ciara is refusin’ to leave with him sayin’ it’s her bar and she’s not gettin’ run outta it. I say Cade’s gonna have enough trouble gettin’ the other one out, let alone two. So, I called you.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ciara is not who I want to see right now. She winds me up the wrong way, and she brings out too much shit inside me that I really don’t wanna deal with right now, or ever, for that matter.
“Fine, I’m fuckin’ comin’. Get the bitch outside and hold her there, yeah?”
“On it.”
I slam the phone closed and spin around, storming toward the door. I grip a pair of jeans, yanking them up and over my legs, and then I throw on an old, black shirt. I grip my bike keys, my helmet and then I’m out the door. Fuckin’ hell. Why am I even doing this? Ciara and I don’t get along, the whole world knows that, and yet here I am, going to save her fuckin’ ass. I’m doing it for Cheyenne; she would want me to make sure Ciara is safe.
Yeah fucking right.
Who am I trying to fool?
~*~*~*~
PRESENT - CIARA
“Addi is no whore!” I yell, hurling the pool cue at a random skinny man, who has decided to start an argument with us.
“Fuckin’ throw that at me once more, bitch, and I’ll knock you the fuck out!”
Addi storms towards him, fists balled, dark hair swinging. Just before she reaches him, one of Spike’s minions grips her and tosses her backwards. She crashes into me and we both stumble into the bar. Ouch, dammit, that hurt. I shoot the biker an angry glare, which he returns with full force.
“You two fuckin’ sit and wait for your rides,” he growls.
He’s frustrated. He’s been trying to get us outside for the past ten minutes, with no luck. I’m sure he’d just love to throw us over his shoulder and toss us out, but he’s not about to risk that in a bar with this many people - biker or not.