His lips meet mine so sure and sweet. I surrender to his kiss. I’m unraveling. I can’t fight against nature. The primal magnet that draws us together tugs on my heart, urging me to admit what I already know. I return his kiss. Fisher makes love to my mouth. And though I swore I wouldn’t give them a place in my heart ever again, all those old emotions snap back into place in the center.

  He’s been gone three damn years but now he’s back and fighting with everything he has to keep me. Death made it clear where I stand with him. He doesn’t want me. Not in the way Fisher does.

  Fisher loves me.

  He needs me.

  Fisher pulls away first. “Let’s get you home.”

  We drive back to my place and crawl into my bed together. Fisher doesn’t try to touch me, but I wish he would. I need him to want me. To make me remember how good we were together. How fucking good we made each other feel. How nothing or no one else existed when it was the two of us. He was all I needed, and I was all he ever wanted. I need that back. I need to get lost in him.

  To fade away from the real world.

  To let all my troubles disappear.

  He lays next to me in the dark on his back with his eyes closed. I know he’s not asleep.

  I roll over him, straddling his hips. I press my lips to his fevered skin.

  His hands go to my waist. Brushing his thumbs over my hip bones, he stares at me a beat. “Does my baby need to get off?”

  “Yeah, Fisher. I need fucked hard.”

  “There’s my dirty girl I’ve missed.”

  He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the pad of my thumb. “Get naked and let me watch you play with that pussy of mine.”

  I yank my top over my head and lean back to jerk my pants and undies off with Fisher’s eager help. His stormy grey eyes stay on me, watching every move. Assuming the position, I spread my legs, giving him a perfect view. I start out slow, sliding a palm between my breasts and down my belly till I reach my pussy. Fisher’s hand goes inside his boxer briefs to play.

  “No fair. I wanna watch too.”

  He grins at me, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. He knows what I want. A show. Pumping his fist up and down his shaft, he matches my tempo as I play with my clit for him.

  “Fuck, my baby has a pretty pussy.” He continues to stroke his length, never taking his eyes off me, keeping up the dirty talk he knows drives me wild. “Jesus, I bet you’re so wet I’ll slide right in. Gonna fuck my sweet Freya. Make my baby come so damn hard she’ll see stars.”

  I let out a whimper, finger fucking myself hard and fast. I hedge closer and closer to getting off. My mouth waters as I watch Fisher jerking his dick inside his fist. I’ve always loved watching him get off and making him come.

  “Don’t you dare come till you’re ridin’ me,” he growls and yanks me up and over. Fisher thrusts up, filling me with his fat cock that I know as well as my own body. He’s right. I’m so wet and ready he glides straight to the hilt. Can’t believe I’d nearly forgotten how much I used to crave this. How I loved being owned completely by him. I never questioned his love till that crap with April went down.

  Our life was perfect till then.

  I had all I needed in him. In my motorcycle man.

  I know I have codependency issues. That I hate being alone. I know before that I depended on him a little too much.

  But we were good together. Better than good. We were great.

  Until our perfect life was ripped away and all I was left with was broken promises and lies.

  Pushing the negative thoughts away, I grind down on his dick and roll my hips, seeking an escape from reality. I surrender to Fisher, giving him my body, and possibly a way back into my heart.

  He plays my body well. Caressing and biting all the tender spots. Pushing all my buttons.

  “Fuck your man, Freya. Make me come.”

  I bounce on his thighs, riding him slow and steady, taking my time to tease him till he begs for release.

  Fisher loves control but there are times when he gives it all to me.

  I awaken pinned to my bed with an elbow pressed to my throat. I let out a startled yelp and gasp. Fisher jerks away from me as though I burned him and drops to the floor with his hands over his face. “I’m sorry, baby. Fuck. Shit.”

  “It’s okay. You scared me is all.”

  “I could have hurt you.”

  “But you didn’t. You’re not used to sharing a bed with someone.”

  “I need a cigarette.” He shoves up off the floor, grabbing his dirty jeans along the way.

  I let out a yawn and snatch my cell phone off the nightstand. I forgot to plug it in for a charge last night. Shit. What time is it? I attach the charger to my phone then get out of bed.

  After I use the bathroom, I check the clock on the microwave. I’m supposed to be at work in an hour. I guess last night exhausted me more than I realized. I have no clue what I’m doing. About Fisher. About anything. I swore I was done with him and the moment he reappeared, I let him back in without really discussing anything.

  Instead, I turned to sex. Guess I’m a lot more like my father than I thought.

  I glance outside and see Fisher leaning over the railing with his cigarette. There are scars on his back that weren’t there before. There are things he’s not telling me. I don’t want to push too hard too fast.

  The smart thing would be to call out of work today. I can’t afford to. No. I’m a big girl who lives on her own. Sure, I could always ask my dad for money. He’d give it no questions asked, but I don’t want to ask.

  Fisher comes back inside.

  “Did you still want to use my car today?”

  “If you wouldn’t mind. I gotta check in with my PO then handle some other shit with the bank and get up with your ol’ man to see where he stored my truck and my bike.”

  “I’m on a split shift. Noon to seven.”

  “I’ll drop you and grab you after.” He rolls his lips inward. The act is sexy. Fisher’s always had sexy lips though. Hell, he’s always been hotter than fuck. “When I check in with parole I gotta give them an address. Valid phone number where I can be reached. My early release isn’t without rules and regulations.”

  “You can give them my number and the address here. At least for now. How did you get released?”

  “Guess is good as mine.” He shrugs.

  His answer doesn’t exactly spark any warm and fuzzy sensations. “They didn’t tell you?”

  “Guess it had some shit to do with overcrowding. I was more focused on the fact I was actually being released and finding my way back to you.”

  “You can cut out all the sweet stuff.”

  “Told you, babe. I’ve lived a life that was pure shit the past few years. Not going back to that. I know I had a good thing with you. Got a chance to get that back. I’m not wasting it.”

  “I didn’t say I was taking you back.”

  “I get you have reservations and doubts, but I’m a prove it to you. One way or another.”

  “We’ll see.”

  A fist pounds on my door. Fisher shoots me a knowing look. “Took long enough,” he mutters and goes to twist the knob.

  I stare after him confused. Who is he expecting?

  He opens the door, and my question is answered.

  “Riley Fisher, I’m Detective Carter. I need to ask you a few questions.”

  “Sure, Detective. Come on in. Was just about to take my fiancée to work and check in with my PO.”

  “This shouldn’t take much of your time.”

  “Hi, Detective. Does Riley need an attorney present while speaking to you?”

  “Just need to confirm his whereabouts between the hours of four am and nine am on January first.”

  April’s murder must have occurred sometime between then. Seems I’m not the only person who wondered if Fisher was capable of something awful. Shame hits me at the thought that Fisher is no doubt suspect number one.

  “What’s this regarding?” I press.

  Detective Carter is a middle-aged balding man with a heavy gut and coffee stains on his white shirt. The bags and circles under his eyes say he’s not getting much sleep either. “I need for Mr. Fisher to answer my question.”

  “Was in Yellowjacket Springs passed out on the floor after partying most the night to celebrate my freedom.”

  “Anyone who can vouch for that?”

  “Yeah. I can call them up right now. My buddy Shake was there. So was Jackal and Sugar and Spice.”

  I snort hearing those names. I know all too well who those whores are. The urge to grab a coffee mug off the counter and direct it at Fisher’s head burns through me. Jealousy shoots up and down my spine as I straighten my shoulders and do my best to keep my temper in check.

  “If you can give me their numbers that will suffice for now.”

  “No problem.” Fisher fires off a couple of phone numbers.

  “If I need anything further, I’ll be in touch.”

  “Don’t doubt it.”

  The detective gives me an exasperated glance before making his exit, probably pitying me because my supposed fiancé was out with paid whores instead of being home with me. I wait until I hear the man’s car door shut and the engine roar to life before I begin asking questions of my own.

  “Passed out on the floor of a bar after partying too much? Fist thing you did was come looking for me, huh?” I cock an eyebrow at him. I shouldn’t be surprised. “Bet Sugar and Spice took great care of you. I’m going to shower. I want you gone by the time I get out.”

  “Babe.”

  “Don’t you dare. I gave you an in. You could have been honest with me. I could’ve understood it. Fresh out of prison and wanting to celebrate. You owed me nothing. But the second you came back here claiming there was only me, you did. I won’t be used, and I damn sure won’t be your fool.”

  I stomp down the short hall and slam the bathroom door. I count to ten as I turn the faucet and set the temperature. However, the act doesn’t stop my tears. I’m so fucking stupid. He reeled me in so easily. Knew what buttons to press. Telling me his sweet lies. Just like old times. For all I know Shake and Jackal helped him murder April and covered his tracks.

  Chapter Six

  Fucking hell. There my wild ass woman goes making assumptions and throwing her sass. Doesn’t let me get a damn word in before she has her tantrum and kicks me out. I told her I’m not giving up. She can’t get rid of me that easily. I hear the water start and wait a minute till I’m sure she’s in the shower. I take off my jeans and try the knob. Freya didn’t lock the door. I enter the bathroom quietly.

  She’s cursing me under her breath as she wets her hair, not paying no mind that I’m watching and waiting. The water sprays over her sexy as sin body. My girl has always been gorgeous. I’m not stupid. I know Freya hasn’t been innocent. There’s had to have been someone other than a one-night stand.

  I’m willing to try and overlook it. Wouldn’t be fair of me not to, but I didn’t fuck April, nor did I touch Sugar and Spice. I could have fucked them, but I didn’t.

  I’ve been loyal to Freya all this time. Since day one she’s had my heart and my cock.

  I wasn’t lying when I said it’s always been her and always will be. I’m not her father. John Crow has been good to me but he’s not a faithful man. I know how the shit that went down between him and Cate fucked with Freya. I’d never do that to her. Never.

  Freya starts lathering her hair, still not realizing I’m two seconds away from reminding her that she’s mine and she’ll always be mine. As long as I’m breathing. Jerking the shower curtain back, I don’t pause for her reaction. I step into the spray of hot water and pull her wet body to mine.

  I cap a hand over her mouth. “You had your little snit, but now you’re going to listen. I didn’t fuck those whores. I could have, but if you don’t believe me, I’ll call them up and you can ask them your damn self or anyone else who was there.” I shove her legs apart and curl a finger inside her. “Now be a good girl and I’ll make you come before you go to work.”

  Freya scowls at me as I let go of her face. She doesn’t tell me to stop. No. Her greedy pussy contracts and squeezes around my finger as I add a second then a third. Only when her eyes flutter and she starts to pant do I put my thumb in her ass. She detonates for me. I watch her mouth form a perfect O as she cries out in ecstasy. I continue massaging her clit till she’s nearly spent.

  I grip my erection and tell her, “Get on your knees and suck it.” Only thing better than Freya’s sweet cunt is her hot mouth.

  Like a good girl, she drops to her knees and pays worship to my cock. Those pretty pink lips part before wrapping around the head of my dick. Freya flattens her tongue against the underside of my cock. I grab the back of her soaked head and tug.

  “That’s what your man likes. When you fucking do what you’re told and please me. All you needed was me to come home and put your ass back in line.” Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me further into her mouth, teasing her fingers at the base of my shaft. Fuck. I hold onto the shower wall for support with my free hand. Freya’s good with her mouth.

  She moans, loving every second my dick is in her mouth.

  My baby is eager to please. She licks, sucks, teases, and mouthfucks me till I come down her throat.

  “You gonna keep being good?”

  She smirks at me then finishes her shower. By the time I get to wash off, the water is ice cold, but I don’t mind it. I’m back home with my woman. Back where I belong.

  “I’m going to be late,” Freya gripes at me as we set out on the road.

  “I think the alcoholics coming in at this hour will be alright for a spare five minutes.” I hate that she’s still working at that fucking bar. If I hadn’t been a dumbass we’d be married by now and maybe have a kid on the way.

  That’s why I was doing the stupid shit to start with. Wanted to earn extra money to buy Freya a nice ring. Look where my greed got me. This time it’ll be different. I’ll do better. I should have known that Freya didn’t care about a big rock on her finger. All she wanted was me. I know that now. I’m thankful it’s not too late for us.

  This time I’ll get it right and be the man she deserves.

  Once I drop her off and I check in with my PO I’ll swing by the clubhouse and see what kind of work Crow has for me. Something straight. I know I’ve gotta toe the line and stay out of trouble. There’s no way in hell I’m going back to the penitentiary.

  “The fuck?” I slow down as we pass Death storming through town. I roll down my window. “Yo, need a lift?”

  The brother shoots me a dirty look but approaches the car. I don’t take it personally since I know he’s dealing with a lot of shit. Last night at the hospital Crow told me they don’t expect his boy to make it. It’s totally fucked. The injuries are far too great for him to make a recovery.

  “Fuck no,” he growls.

  “How’s Belinda and Bensen doing today?”

  Death ignores Freya’s question and I decide not to poke the bear. Though I do wonder what he’s doing on a midday stroll through town.

  “If you change your mind, I’ll be back through after dropping my woman off at work.”

  “Right,” he clips. “I’m good.”

  Freya stares straight ahead on the verge of crying as I drive off.

  “Want to tell me what happened between you and Death?”

  “Nothing to tell. He’s obviously having a bad day.”

  I’m not stupid. There’s something she’s not sharing. “We need gas.” I pull in at the gas station.

  Freya pulls her wallet from her bag and hands me her debit card.

  “I’ll pay you back. I’m hitting the bank today to get a new card and shit.”

  “It’s not a big deal.”

  “Babe. Don’t want you thinking you gotta pay my way.”

  “It’s gas for my car that I drive daily. Seriously.”

  “You need anything?”

  “Nope,” she pops the P then gives me the pin number.

  I go in to pay for the gas but as I stand in line, I watch Freya in the car. She’s fidgeting with the radio and messing with her hair. I have this sour sensation in the bottom of my stomach. She’s not being truthful with me about Death. Is he who she was fucking?

  That’s a conversation that will be had. That’s a fucking check she can cash.

  “Here. Got you that candy you love. Them Nerds with the gummy clusters.”

  She shoots me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

  I pump the gas as thoughts of Freya with Death plague me.

  I climb in the car, and she doesn’t even look at me.

  “You good?”

  “Tired. Thinking about Death and his family. How terrible the whole situation must be.”

  “Or just Death,” I mutter.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Forget it.”

  The rest of the drive Freya stares out the passenger window, completely shut down and closed off.

  Maybe she is worried about the kid. Maybe I’m making something out of nothing.

  Seeing shit that isn’t there.

  Whatever it is, I don’t like it.

  I get Freya to work and shut off the car.

  “I don’t want to leave things tense between us.” I grab her wrist before she opens the passenger door. “Babe, look at me.”

  “What?” she swipes a tear from her cheek.

  “Look at me.”

  Her hazel eyes meet mine and the hurt I see etched on her gorgeous face makes me feel like a lousy shit.

  “I’m sorry. Whatever I said or didn’t say.”

  “You didn’t do anything. I told you. I’m sad for Death and his family.”

  “Is that all it is? Or is there something more to it than that?”

  “If there’s something you want to ask me then spit it out.” She jerks free from my hold, her temper flaring.

  “We’re doing this now?”

 

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