Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby) (37 page)
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Authors: Nora Flite,Adair Rymer
Poet handed me a smoke. I took it.
Lighting my cigarette, he continued. “Hate to tarnish your reputation, but those are some pretty admirable qualities. When things get rough, I want a man with those qualities watching my back. The whole chapter agrees, Connor. You're finally ready for this.”
I laughed and looked away. Shaking my head, I turned back to him. “You're serious, aren’t you?” He turned out his hands and raised his eyebrows in an expression that casually said
yes
.
Flora, my bike, my club... and the piece of myself that I'd been searching for, all within reach. All I had to do was take it.
“On one condition.”
Remy rolled his hand for me to continue.
“Flora's sister comes with us. I want the club to take care of her, too.”
“Might be a little cramped at the clubhouse, but we can carve out some space for her. There's also a methadone clinic at Leslie memorial, it can help her kick the addiction. We'll even foot the bill. Hell, Star will probably find a way to make it tax deductible.”
My smile was hard to mute. “Your girl
is
pretty crafty. Hey, one more thing. We got any extra hardware kicking around? If I've learned anything, it's that both these girls are going to want to ride. I can't imagine the Knights need their bikes anymore.”
“I think we can dig up something. Lucky's not using his at the moment, I'm sure he wouldn't mind donating to the cause.” Remy smiled knowingly. “Look at that! Concern for others... Shit, man, you have changed.”
I laughed. “I just don't want them stealing my bike anymore.”
Flora
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T
he wind whipped through my hair, long strands curling close to my ears like they had a secret for me. With the fringes of winter on the horizon, today was possibly one of the last days with sun in some time.
I wasn't going to let it be wasted.
Bending low over the bike, I gripped the handlebars. The smile on my face was frozen there, my cheeks aching from the tension of my joy. Nothing came close to this freedom. I'd thought I'd appreciated the sensation long ago, but now I knew better. After coming so close to death, I'd never waste another moment on Earth.
Never again.
At my side, an engine revved. The young woman by my hip was thrusting forward on her bike, as if she was daring the wind to take her captive. Even with a helmet on, her thick hair danced and coiled like a long line of mist on a mountain. Pink glowed on her skin, the surface shiny, fresh.
I knew that face well. I carried it in my pocket everywhere I went.
It had taken a month in rehab, but Claudine had turned back time. She resembled the woman I'd spent years looking up to. Literally, and figuratively. The Veins had been incredibly kind to us both, making sure that we were taken care of.
Truly, I had many people to thank.
But only one of them held a special place in my heart.
Peeking over my shoulder, I saw Ronin a split second before he rolled close to me on the empty road. The day he'd told me that Claudine and I had a new home, if we wanted it, had been one of the best moments of my life.
To be honest, most of my best moments involved Ronin, in some way.
The biker had remained at my side as I healed from my gunshot, but more than that... his concern and devotion had been there from the start. The night he'd yanked me over his shoulder, shoving me away from Lucky's brothel, I hadn't known what would happen.
Not this,
I thought with a wistful smile.
I never imagined this.
When I'd told him I needed to go back to Lakeview, he'd said he was coming along. It had nothing to do with me wanting to live in that barren town again, of course. I'd wanted to make sure of a couple of things.
One, that my parents were still alright—and they were.
And two...
I needed to know that Fiddle was gone.
A big part of me had hoped he'd still be there. But when we'd rolled up, the scum of a man had cleared out. No doubt he'd gotten word of what had gone down with the Knights.
I didn't care where he was as long as he was out of the picture, but... sometimes?
Sometimes, I imagined him at the bottom of a ditch. That was cathartic.
Pulling away from Lakeview, Claudine at my side, was something from a dream. It had been exactly what I'd longed for, back when we were younger. That wasn't even that long ago, but the old me felt a galaxy away.
I'd changed, and I knew that. I didn't mind. I just thought about snakes again, and shedding their skin. I had seen a shadow on the world, looked into the grim eyes of terrible people. But I'd come out the other side, and from the darkness, something greater—brighter—had bloomed.
Smiling at Ronin... at Connor... I motioned for us to stop. He got the hint, as did my sister. Together we pulled off the road, our tires kicking up the hard, packed dirt that came with these cold times. Tugging my helmet free, I smoothed my hair.
“What's up?” Ronin asked, idling beside me.
Faced with his searing hazel eyes, those charming lips, I hesitated. “Nothing. I just wanted to stop for a rest.”
Claudine caught my eye, and in the way only sister's can, she read my mind. Turning her bike, she said, “You guys rest. I want to see what's up this way, see you in a bit!”
That wonderful woman. She really did know me to my core.
Hopping off my motorcycle, I stretched my arms high. Ronin didn't climb down, but that was fine. He could be anywhere, and as long as I could touch him... everything would
always
be fine.
He tilted his head as I approached, his smirk starting to spread. “What's that look for?” he asked.
“What look?” Bending against his thigh, my hands came up, knowing where they wanted to be. My fingertips caressed his jaw, exploring the stubble and scars I knew so well. The map that made up this man was one I'd traveled many times.
Chuckling, a sound low and gritty, he pulled me onto the bike in front of him. Sitting in his lap as I was, he had no trouble catching my chin, drawing me close. He spoke with nothing but the air between us. “
That
look, darlin'.”
Tangling my grip in his hair, I kissed him as softly as I could. My palm rolled down, brushing his hard shoulders—the smooth leather of his vest. Ronin's new patches tracked under my nails, their edges giving me comfort.
I wanted to kiss him forever. What a beautiful existence that would have been. Somehow, along the way, I'd fallen in love with a man that was both angel and demon. I craved both sides of him, because that was who he was—he needed both.
So did I.
Cupping my cheeks, he held me back enough so we could breathe. The proof of our desire swirled in the cool air, condensing in white waves. “You're in a good mood,” he said.
Watching him through my eyelashes, my smile went sideways. “I'm just really happy. This... everything...” Turning, I gestured at the empty road, the sky above, trying to explain something so much bigger than myself. “Connor, everything is perfect. Every day, I want to tell you again and again that I love you. That I love
this.
”
Setting his chin on my head, he held me against his chest. I could feel his heart beating, a music for the ages. “Careful. If you say it too much, it'll become boring.” I started to pull away, but he chuckled, telling me he was joking.
Nuzzling closer, like it was possible to blend into one person, I sighed. Life was so strange. I used to hate this man. I'd tried to run from him, and once, I actually had. That still cut me deep, recalling the memory of his voice as I drove down that Florida strip.
He said he forgave me.
I didn't know if I could ever forgive myself.
In my soul, I wanted to make up for every perceived betrayal that had been carved there by me. My anger at Claudine, when she'd turned her back and broke my trust, swam among all of it. I didn't blame her, not anymore, but I suspected my sister was haunted by her flaws. It was possible she always would be.
Maybe Ronin, too.
“Sinners and saints,” I said under my breath.
“Hmn?”
Lifting my head, I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Nothing. We should get going, it's getting late and—”
His lips captured mine, his weight holding me against the bike's handles. They cut into my spine, but I didn't even feel them. How could I, with so much pleasure in front of me?
Thumbing my lower lip, he looked me in the eyes. The flecks of green that hummed in his, like emeralds in raw honey, called to me. “You're right,” he said. “It
is
perfect. I couldn't want anything more. And I never will.”
The welling inside of me grew on and on. I wondered if my heart would take up every crevice until I was nothing but the glowing, hot sensation that this man had created in me. Things that flared as hot as us, were we even allowed to exist?
Wasn't this how stars burned out?
I didn't care. If we were destined to explode in a black hole of fire and love, taking the whole world with us, then so be it. I'd shown I was willing to fight for what we had, and Connor?
He'd been fighting his whole life.
Like comets, it was possible we'd crash into this world and leave it in ruin. The future was unknown, the edge of it not even a glimmer on the horizon. But even if it came to that, testing our strength against the ever crushing destruction that life had in store...
I was in love with Connor.
And it was for the best.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Adair Rymer
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dair Rymer lives in New England and loves whiskey and her cat. She is always daydreaming of lovers and how to push the her own literary boundaries. She loves her motorcycle and her men filthy and is keen on a hot cup of Coca Tea.
And above all else, she loves the people who buy her books, who encourage her to continue living her passion.
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Nora Flite
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USA Today Bestselling Author, Nora Flite loves to write dark romance (especially the dramatic, gritty kind!) Her favorite bad boys are the ones with tattoos, the intense alpha types that make you sweat and beg for more!
Inspired by the complicated events and wild experiences of her own life, she wants to share those stories with her audience. Born in the tiniest state, coming from what was essentially dirt, she's learned to embrace and appreciate every opportunity the world gives her.
She's also, possibly, addicted to coffee and sushi.
Not at the same time, of course.
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