UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (50 page)

Now that the kids are living with Eden, I feel lonely. I used to complain sometimes about never having time for myself between work and the kids, but I miss them. I spent so much time, so many years with them—this sucks.

Phil, the one and only lawyer in town, isn’t too happy that I’m giving him competition—old bastard needs someone to rattle him a bit. I’d be happy to be able to do so, but in the end, I decided against it. We don’t get much in this town; plus, I was offered a partnership so the place will be turned over to me once he passed away.

Slamming my car door shut, I adjust my purse on my shoulder and walk into Phil’s office with my head held high.

“What do you want now?” I hear Phil say, exasperated. Probably thinking I’m going to give him more of a hard time, yanking his chain about opening my own office.

I smirk. “I can’t do this myself, you old bat,” I say, grinning while handing him my folder.

He looks it over, and his face pales. “Divorce papers?”

I nod. “Yup. I have them all drawn up myself, but I can’t serve them myself. I need a lawyer that isn’t me. Duh. That’s where you come in.”

“Okay, let’s have a seat. Let me go over these.” I follow him into his little office and take a seat. He takes his good old time reading them over, but before he grabs his pen to sign off, he leans back in his chair. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Damn straight. He should have signed the first set of papers. He’s lucky I don’t site unfaithfulness on the damn thing and take him for everything he’s got. I just want him gone,” I tell him.

He sighs. “Okay. If he doesn’t sign these within the next month or so, I’ll get the ball rolling for a court date.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Phil,” I say, getting up out of my seat and walking out of the building.

I know right now I should feel relief. I’ll finally be free of Mason, so why do I feel like complete and total shit?

I still love him. Who doesn’t still love their first love? It just can’t be helped. But are we right for each other? I don’t know.

At least I have Lilly and her shit with Vinny to keep me in check and remind me of how men just fuck everything up. Can’t believe the asshole knocked her up and dumped her. What a loser he turned out to be.

Told Lilly fuck it; she doesn’t need him anymore than I needed Mason. We can do this shit ourselves. Look how good the twins turned out in my care. I can help Lilly just as I did Eden.

I hear the doorbell go as I’m trying to decide if I should order out or cook something. I slam the cupboard shut and move to the door. Looking out through the glass by the door, I see it’s Phil.

I open it and look at him, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“Mason, sorry to do this, but you’ve been served,” he says, passing me an envelope. He gives me a look of pity before taking off down the front steps and to his car. That’s the fastest I have ever seen that old fucker move.

What the fuck? Not this shit again.

I slam my door shut and go to the living room while tearing open the envelope, and I pull out the papers inside.

Divorce papers, again. Fuckin’ hell. She’s fuckin’ whacko if she thinks I’m signing this shit. We have unfinished business. No way in hell is she ending us without talking to me. We have lost a lot of fuckin’ time, and I’ll be damned if we lose anymore. Hilary isn’t getting’ rid of me. She will be mine again. Don’t care what I have to do to make her see that we belong together.

I end up on my bike and go everywhere I think she would go- Eden’s, Lilly’s, her mom’s, even her work. But everywhere I show up, she’s not there. I don’t know how the fuck she’s perfected Eden’s Houdini act, but I’m getting pissed.

Three days later, I finally catch her leaving work and maintain a safe distance behind her so she doesn’t think someone is following her. She parks her car and walks into a shitty as fuck motel. I park the bike on the street and rush in behind her. Noticing she’s on the main floor, I don’t bother trying to pay someone to fake getting me in the elevator to see what floor she’s going to so I can meet her there. I follow silently behind her. Once she starts to insert her key, I move in on her.

I go to my motel door and insert the key. I figured since Mason got the papers he wouldn’t find me if I wasn’t at Lilly’s. Before I’m able to shut the door behind me, I feel him standing behind me.

“Hilary,” he growls.

I turn around and gulp. “How did you know I was here?” I ask.

“Followed you from work,” he says, clenching his jaw and stalking toward me. “We’re getting one thing straight. I won’t sign those papers.”

He grabs me by the back of my head, bringing his lips down against mine, crushing our mouths together. Damn him. His mouth feels so good, familiar, like home. I should push him away and make him stop, but I can’t.  My body seems to have taken over and is ignoring the screams inside my head that are saying this is a very bad idea.  I continue walking backwards as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. I nearly fall apart at all of the sensations and feelings bursting through my veins. I feel like I’m high on him as he begins to tear at my clothes. He rips my shirt open, popping all of the buttons off. His beard grazes over my exposed nipples. My skirt is shoved up over my hips as my ass hangs over the edge of the desk in the entryway of my room. His fingers find my pussy, and I start to lose any rational thinking that I may have had left. I don’t even recall him taking my panties off. Fuck, I can’t even remember if I was wearing any. My fingers are threaded through his dark hair, tugging the strands hard as his fingers push me over the brink of pleasure and insanity.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he grunts as he replaces his fingers with his dick and starts pounding into me. My head knocks against the painting on the wall. He feels too damn good. My ankles are latched around his thighs, with my heels digging into his jeans that are dropped just low enough for him to fuck me.  He thrusts harder and deeper with every stroke. His teeth sink down on my shoulder as he comes deep inside my walls.

Coming down from my high, I realize what I’ve just done. “You need to leave. This changes nothing,” I say, shoving him away from me.

His eyes narrow. “My cum is leaking outta you. I’m not leaving.” He takes his fingers and shoves his cum back inside me as it tries to run down my leg.  “Your pussy belongs to me. My cum is going to stay inside you. Going to fill you with it every fuckin’ day. Get used to that feeling, because I’m not going anywhere. We are going to work this shit out,” he tells me, his nose touching mine. “How many men have been inside this pussy, Hilary?” he asks, still working his cum inside me.

“Only you,” I moan, his fingers bringing me back to a high.

“I want to believe you, but I’m not sure I do,” he tells me. “But I’ll get over it. Gonna make love to you daily, as many times a day as I can.”

That snaps me out of my high. “It was a fuck, nothing more. I’m still going forward with the divorce,” I say, sneering at him. His fingers leave me, and I step away

“Think what you want, but it isn’t gonna happen. I’ll give you some time, time to come to terms with the fact that we’re gonna really make this marriage work. Then I’ll be back,” he says, buckling up his pants. He digs around in his pocket for a minute. What in the hell is he doing? Coming back to me, he grabs my left hand gruffly and says, “This here belongs where I fuckin’ put it years ago. Get used to the weight of that diamond on your finger again, because this time, that ring ain’t comin’ off.” He smiles all proud like and walks out of the room. I look down at my wedding ring, the same ring I ended up shipping right back to him when he sent it to me in the confetti mess. Tears pool, threatening to spill over.

I have a grin on my face for the first time in years. Seeing the look of bliss on Hilary’s face as I came inside that sweet pussy was perfection. Seeing the look on her face when I told her we weren’t over was fuckin’ priceless. Damn, I have missed her wild ass. I didn’t plan on fuckin’ her when I followed her, but those damn lips of hers were just beggin’ me to kiss them. And when she didn’t slap me and returned the kiss, I wasn’t about to stop. Being with her again cemented what I knew I was feeling—I love my wife. I am going to fight with every fiber of my being to get us back to good.

Going to my bike, I fish out my phone and hit dial on Henry.

“Hey, son,” he greets happily.

“Hey, was wondering if you knew Hilary was back in town.”

“Yes, she’s coming over for supper tonight actually. Why don’t you join us?”

“I’ll be there by six.”

Henry and I have kept in touch through the years. Just because Hilary wasn’t with me didn’t mean we couldn’t still talk.  I go by the clubhouse real quick to grab a shower and change my shirt. I want to look nice for dinner. Feels like I’m back in high school and getting ready to take Hilary out for a date. Every time, Henry would sit me down and have a talk with me before we were allowed to go out to the movies.

“Have a seat, son. Hilary will be ready soon.” Hilary’s old man took a seat across from me in the recliner. Tonight was our first date. I was so nervous, my palms were sweating. Hilary wasn’t like most of the girls I’d dated. She didn’t take my shit. Girl had an attitude and a mouth on her, and with being a preacher’s daughter, she was a little on the wild side. I respected her a lot. Getting her to go out with me wasn’t as simple as boy meets girl and takes her out. Hilary was younger than me too. She was fourteen and I was sixteen when we started dating. A lot of people didn’t like that, but her dad always liked me. For some reason, we just clicked.

“Now, son, you know I like you, but Hilary is my daughter. I don’t have to tell you that she is my pride and joy. Don’t be getting any ideas of kissing her or touching her inappropriately. A little hand holding is okay, but she’s only fourteen, and I know you are experienced in sex. Just don’t go getting the wrong idea because I gave you permission to take her out tonight. This is a test, so don’t let me down.”

Hilary came out from her room looking so beautiful. I felt like the luckiest guy. I couldn’t believe we were finally going out on a real date. Hilary smiled at me and then winked as her dad gave her the same speech he gave me, but with less talk about sex other than the mention of her purity ring. I’d been having sex for two years now. I lost my virginity at fourteen, but I could and would wait for Hilary.