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Night fell and she lay in bed tossing and turning as she looked out the window and up at the bright glow of the moon. She had waited for over two hours, hoping that Stick would come for her, but when it had gotten closer and closer to midnight, she had eventually given up hope and had climbed into her bed alone.
Her time in Slate Springs had been eventful to say the least, but it hadn’t been what she had expected. When she had come to town, she had thought that she would have found Lynx and put her mind to rest, but now she felt as if she had been thrown into turmoil and all she could think about was how she could make it so that this became her life too. She liked what she had seen, and she liked the men of The Forsaken Riders. They all seemed loyal and kind, and powerful and determined. She had never been around people like it before, and it was addictive.
Just as her eyes were weighing heavy and she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard the quiet wrap of knuckles on the other side of her door. She sat up in bed and squinted through the darkness, not even sure if she had actually heard it, but then it came again. She got to her feet and pulled the bed sheet around her. She was naked underneath and half in a daze, but the sheet was long and covered her fully.
When she got to the door, she listened and the knock came again. When she opened it and Stick was there on the other side, she couldn’t control the smile from spreading out across her lips. He pushed her backwards and dove into the room with her, closing the door quietly behind him and sweeping her into his arms. He pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue searched hers deeply as she moaned and he ran his hands through her hair.
When their lips parted and she looked up at him, she saw what she knew she had been missing. She had no idea how this would continue, or whether she would end up getting hurt, but in that moment, she felt as if she knew it was the right thing for her to do. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone, and she could tell that the feeling was mutual.
“Serena,” he whispered as he pulled her close to him again and grabbed her ass so tight it sent a shiver right through her. “I know this is going to cause so much trouble, but I can’t stay away.”
She nodded and pulled him back toward the bed. She could already feel the sharp poke of his desire and she was soaking wet for him. He stood back and looked at her as she let the sheet fall gracefully to the floor and the moonlight kissed her soft, toned body. His breath caught in his throat and he took a step toward her.
“You are the most amazing woman I have ever seen,” he said as he cupped her breasts and pulled her nipples sharply. She bit her lip and moaned. He held onto the back of her neck and with his other hand, he traced a line with his index finger down the outside of her arm, down toward her stomach and then slowly parted her legs to find her moist pussy waiting for him.
He slipped a finger inside of her and pulled her close to him. Serena gasped and writhed in pleasure as he worked her over and over, and then he pushed her down onto the bed. She opened her legs wide and stared up at him as he pulled his vest off his shoulders and she could see that the whole of his torso and upper body was covered in tattoos. She could see roses and skulls, thorns and cars, bike wheels and statue heads, and she bit her lip as she tried not to gasp again as he slipped his hand down between her legs and used his other to undo the buttons on his jeans and slip them down to reveal the most massive and perfect cock she had ever seen.
He was so thick, so hard and so ready for her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and covered her mouth with his palm.
“Lynx can’t hear us,” he whispered with a wicked grin as he teased her with the tip of his cock, entering her ever so slightly before pulling away, flicking her clit with his finger.
“Please,” she gasped. “I need you to fuck me.”
And with that, Stick shoved his whole length inside of her, grabbed hold of both of her thighs and fucked her as hard and fast as he could.
Serena bit down on his shoulder so that she didn’t make a sound, but her pleasure wanted to explode out of her and with each passing second, it was becoming more and more impossible to stop herself from moaning. Stick was experiencing exactly the same, the more he tensed and the more his balls slapped up against her thighs, the more he wanted to unleash what he knew he had inside of him.
“Don’t hold back,” she panted.
And Stick knew that he wasn’t going to be able to. He groaned and thrust himself inside of her so deeply that she felt as if he had reached a place inside of her that no one ever had. He hit her in just the right way that sent her crashing over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her entire life, and as she unraveled beneath him, he was unable to hold on any longer. His thighs tensed and his whole body shook as he emptied his hot, thick, and heavy load inside her and collapsed onto her chest.
“Fuck,” he gasped as he held onto her neck and wound his fist up in her hair. He kissed her hard and pushed himself into her again as the last bits of his seed flooded out of him and into Serena and then they lay still and weak in each other’s arms.
***
She kissed his chest and fluttered her eyelashes along his muscular abs. Stick held her tightly and kissed her on the top of her head. It was almost five in the morning and they had laid there since they had made love and neither of them wanted to move.
“Why do they call you Stick?” she asked finally, breaking the silence.
He laughed and wrapped the sheet around them tightly.
“Because, back in the day, long before I came here and started all of this, I only ever used to drive a stick shift,” he said.
Serena looked up at him and laughed loudly before covering her mouth and whispering sorry.
So far, no one seemed to know that Stick had snuck up to see her and for now, they wanted to keep it that way.
“I still don’t understand why he would be so mad with us,” Serena whispered as she kissed Stick’s chest again and wrapped her hand up in his.
“He’s worried about everything that’s going on here,” Stick said. “He even broke up with Tammy because of it.”
Serena sat up and thought back to the last conversation that she’d had with her brother before the previous week, and she remembered that he had talked about settling down with a woman. It had shocked her at the time, and now she was finally going to hear the truth.
“What happened?” she asked.
Stick lowered his voice again and turned her so that they were lying side by side, facing one another.
“Tammy and Lynx were the perfect couple,” he said. “But after last week, he made her leave and told her that he didn’t want to see her again.”
Serena’s heart hit the pit of her stomach.
“He still loves her and I know he didn’t want to end it, but I guess that just shows you what we’re dealing with here. No one thinks their women are going to be safe. They’re easy targets to get to us.”
He cupped her face and kissed her.
“But none of them even know you’re here,” he reassured her. “And even if they did, no one is ever going to let any harm come to you. Do you understand?”
Serena nodded. Although, she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t feel heartbroken for her brother and for the girl that he had loved. If they had felt anything like what she was feeling, it was the saddest thing in the world that they would have to give it up because of some stupid war.
“He’s being hard on us because he’s worried we’ll get hurt,” he said.
Serena laid back and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe Lynx wasn’t such a bad guy after all. Maybe she had gotten him all wrong.
She closed her eyes and thought of her future with Stick. She knew that they had something special and that she would do whatever she could to fight to keep it alive. But maybe they were all right, maybe her being there in Slate Springs when everything was so up in the air was going to cause more trouble than it would good.
She fell to sleep with her heart weighing heavy, but her perfect man in her bed. And in the end, that was all she had ever truly wanted.
***
Main Street was quiet for the early morning and as they stood waiting for the bus to arrive, Serena had to focus on something, anything, to stop herself from breaking down.
She had spent two weeks in Slate Springs, but now she knew that the time had come for her to leave. Even if it would only be for two weeks while she got all of her affairs in order back home. But that was how hard and fast she had fallen. The thought of leaving Stick even for a day was making her heart break in two.
“How long will it take you?” he asked as he held onto her tightly and she kissed him again.
“Three days,” she said sadly.
“But then once you’re there, it’ll only be another week before I arrive to collect you and bring you back here for good,” he said with a grin and she knew that she had to hold onto that to stop herself from bursting into tears.
She had nothing waiting for her back home, and now that she had discovered the way of life with The Forsaken Riders, she finally felt as if she belonged. Even Lynx had come around once they had spoken to him properly and they had agreed to keep Serena’s presence in town a secret until everything with The Iron Riders had blown over. And now Stick and Serena had another mission that they wanted to try and complete, they wanted to get Lynx and Tammy back together. If there was one thing they had both learned, love wasn’t worth compromising.
The bus pulled around the corner of Main Street and edged closer and closer toward them. Serena pulled her man close to her and breathed him in. She was going to miss that scent and those tattoos and those gorgeous green eyes. But it wouldn’t be long before she was back with him again and they would begin their new, perfect life together.
The door to the Greyhound hissed open and she hugged him tight. It had been a crazy two weeks, but she was happy, and she owed it all to him.
She stepped onto the coach and turned back and waved with tears in her eyes. She didn’t need to say goodbye because that wasn’t what they were doing. It was just a
see you later
. It was just the start of the next chapter, which couldn’t begin soon enough.
THE END
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
CHAPTER ONE
“I swear, Sage Tariq, if you shed one more tear over that loser… That’s it! Get up out of that bed!”
Sage looked up from puffy eyes at her friend of over ten years; Eden Carter was a force to be reckoned with. Eden was pretty, vivacious and knew her own mind with a confidence men seemed to find sexy. She was also one of Sage’s best friends, but right now, she was Sage’s least favorite person in the whole world.
Sage curled deeper into the fetal position; she wished heartily that she could disappear. She wished Eden would leave her alone; she wished everyone would just leave her alone. It wasn’t every day one’s fiancé dumped them in front of their boss and other colleagues, was it? She was dealing the best way she knew how.
Okay, so Brent Davies had dropped the bombshell over two weeks ago, but it took longer than that to get over a three-year relationship. Her friends, Eden and Beth, had rallied and taken her on a vacation to ‘get her mind off things’, but considering that tomorrow was the last day of their vacation and she was still tucked up in bed with popcorn and Kleenex, she didn’t think their plan had worked so much.
“Eden’s right, Sage, you need to get out of bed,” Beth piped up in her lilting voice. “We leave Madrid tomorrow, and so far, you haven’t taken in the sights. Eden and I have certainly had more than our fair share of fun while you’ve been lying here moping at the ceiling all week. Why, the hotel maids are beginning to look at us funny because they obviously think you’re an addled cousin we stashed out of sight in the room while we stuff our faces with lobster and sangrias every night.”
“Yeah, they probably think we’re Cinderella’s step-sisters without the step-mother,” Eden grumbled under her breath.
“I bet they think Step-mother is locked in here with you to make certain you stay put,” Beth tossed in.
It was too much, Sage burst into laughter, releasing the tension that had been binding her chest as she laughed and laughed and laughed. Beth was a jewel! She was really Elizabeth Adams, but everyone called her Beth. Sage had known her for just five years, but in all that time, she had seen Beth get angry only once; when someone had insisted on calling her Elizabeth despite her stated preference for Beth.
Beth’s platinum blond hair and big blue eyes, as well as her petite frame and tiny voice, often made people assume she could be pushed around; she usually corrected anyone foolish enough to assume that in her own inimitable style. She also had a dry sense of humor that showed itself at the most unexpected moments; like now.
Even Eden was convulsed with laughter, her heavy red hair swaying around her face as she doubled over with hilarity; tears of mirth standing in her liquid green eyes.
As their laughter died, Sage rose to a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest as she looked up at her friends. Her blond hair fell around her face in lumpy strings, some of it falling into her big brown eyes.
“You’re right, guys. I haven’t been much fun, have I?” Sage asked, looking from one to the other.
“No, you haven’t,” Eden said honestly. “You’ve bawled your eyes out and memorized the ceiling for six days straight. Tonight is our last night here, since our flight back to the States is for tomorrow night. Why don’t we make it fun?”
Sage nodded, throwing off the duvet. She had dreamed of being in Spain for as long as she could remember, and now that she was, she had wasted the entire vacation. Anger roiled through her as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty with a heart-shaped face, big brown doe eyes, long blond hair that hung to her waist, the cutest set of dimples, and huge breasts that had always driven men wild. Her eyes sparkled as she examined her figure. She was very chubby, especially with the extra flesh on her hips, thighs and arms, but she loved her figure and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. She was voluptuous and perhaps slightly over-weight for her height of five foot seven, but she had a perfect hour-glass figure and an amazing carriage, and she was damned if she was going to let any man make her question her own femininity and attractiveness. She only had to walk into a bar sometimes and half the guys went crazy; Eden called her the ‘guy magnet.’
“Brent Davies was a jerk!” she declared suddenly.
She saw her friends exchange glances in the mirror.
“Well, he was,” she insisted. “He broke up with me in the middle of the damn Christmas party, with my boss standing right at my elbow and listening to every word!”
“And with Jessamine clinging to Brent’s arm!” Eden chipped in.
Sage’s cheeks darkened with anger. Jessamine was Brent’s best friend who had never made any bones of the fact that she thought she was a better fit for Brent. She had been after the man for all the three years Sage had known him, even though Brent was too wrapped up in his research to notice. When Brent had proposed to Sage a year ago, Jessamine had almost choked on the insincere congratulations she had managed to force out of her throat.
Then she had slowly gone to work on Brent, planting seeds of doubt and dissatisfaction until nothing Sage did could ever please him anymore. He had begun to find faults with everything; her generous curves, which had driven him crazy in the past, were suddenly ‘excess fat that needed to come off in the gym’; her cooking, which he had always loved, was suddenly ‘too spicy’; her hair was suddenly too blond.
Sage’s fists clenched, now, in anger as she recalled how Brent had had the temerity to tell her at that Christmas party that her weight was a turn-off for him, with Jess and her perfect size zero hanging on his arm at the time.
It had taken all of Sage’s strength of character and maturity to keep from collapsing in an ignoble heap at his feet after he spoke those unkind words to her. She had simply kept smiling as though they were discussing the weather, offered him a distracted nod, and then excused herself to her boss before disappearing into the ladies’ room. She had remained there until everyone had left and then she had slowly crept out and staggered to the curb for a taxi to take her home, knowing she would never be able to drive in that state. The tears she had fought so hard to hold in check had immediately started falling when she’d gotten outside and seen Eden and Beth waiting patiently for her on the curb as though they had nowhere else to be. It was four hours after everyone else had left and yet, they had waited. She had been so devastated that night, she just knew she would never have gotten through it if they had not been there.
They really were the best friends in the whole wide world and she really couldn’t bear to be the reason their vacation was anything but amazing. Eden was a divorce attorney and she rarely got any time off; Beth was a psychologist and the story was much the same. She had to shake off the blues for their sake, she thought.
“If Brent can move on, so can I,” she whispered softly to her reflection.
Eden nodded approvingly and whipped out a list, waving it happily in the air.
“What’s that?” Sage asked, eyeing the paper suspiciously.
“A list of things to do before the end of the vacation,” Beth laughed, her blue eyes twinkling.
Sage shut her eyes in despair; she’d been had!
“What’s on the list?” she asked, reaching for it.
“No, no, no,” Eden sang, thrusting the paper out of her reach. “First things first, you need to take a shower and then we’ll play it by ear.”
Two hours later, she was waxed, plucked, and dressed in a leopard print, backless dress her friends had picked out. The dress clung sinfully to every last line of her body and made her feel very much like a femme fatale.
Eden’s list had fifteen crazy things to do on it and since her friends insisted they had already done all fifteen themselves without her, tonight was her night. She groaned when she saw the first item on the list; great!
Flash a handsome stranger in the lobby... then make a run for it.
