SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club (32 page)

I pulled up on my bike to my apartment with all the groceries in a backpack on my back, and noticed Crow waiting for me. We had sure gotten off to a dramatic and rocky start, but everything seemed to be smoothing out just fine.

When I first told Tommy of my plans, he was very disappointed. My one and only assignment on the force had shown me the truly ugly side of the law and I wanted to be on the other side. I had decided I was going to be a defense attorney. Not that there wasn't an ugly side to all of that, too, but I wanted to be there for the people who were falsely accused. Seeing the pain and turmoil that the club had gone through because of an old vendetta of some power hungry District Attorney had turned me into a fierce proponent for the truth. He was slowly coming around, and I knew in a few more days I would have his full support.

But for tonight, I was determined to forget about everything and just enjoy another night in Crow's arms. But first, steak!

“Hi,” I said as I walked up to him after getting off my bike. He grabbed my back pack and walked with me to the door.

“Hi, babe.” His kiss was warm and gentle and I smiled up at him, filled with happiness.

“I got steak. Um..again. Maybe we can actually eat it this time.” His laugh was infectious, and I gazed into his eyes, watching the crinkles form around them. He looked relaxed and happy for once. It was a welcome sight to see.

I unlocked the front door and he sat the bag on the counter as I locked it back. Before I knew it, he was on me. Turning me towards him, he pinned me against the door, his hard cock pressing against me and his hot lips kissing my neck.

“Crow...” I moaned his name, my knees weakening for desire for this man once again. This man that I couldn't get enough of. This man that had changed my life in one quick moment. This man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life trying to cook steaks for.

“Yes, baby?” His lips caught mine in a lust filled kiss, his cock hardening in my hand as I reached into his pants to grab him.

“The steaks, Crow. The steaks...”

“Liv, if you're going to be an old lady, you are just going to have to get used to this. The President gets what the President wants.” His eyes looked into mine, twinkling mischievously.

“Oh?” I said, kissing the lips I had grown to love so much. “And what does the President want right now?” 

“Why don't you let me show you?”

Bending down, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me on the bed, and wrapping his 
strong, muscled arms around me as I curled my limbs around his sculpted body. He was still wearing his cut,
and the smell of leather was like an aphrodisiac for me. My head fell back onto my pillow, my body splayed out below him, ready and eagerly waiting for whatever he had to give me.

His kisses were long and soft, until finally disentangling himself from me, he stood up and began removing his clothes quickly. I watched as the cut fell to the ground, lying in a pile with his t-shirt, boxers, jeans and boots. He stood naked in front of me, his hair falling around his gorgeous face, his muscles rippling and flexing with his every movement.

“Wait.” I said as he came towards me in all his naked glory. 

“Wait? Why?”

“Your cut. Put your cut back on...”

***The End***