Se connecterThe hallway outside the apartment felt colder than it should’ve… The dim light casting long shadows that seemed to stretch toward me like they were tryin’ to pull me back to her. I didn’t let them… I couldn’t.
My boots echoed heavy on the stairs as I descended, the familiar clatter of the clubhouse coming back into focus. Brothers were gearing up, loading the van, checking weapons, their faces set in grim determination.
Jake was out front smoking, and I parked my ass next to him, adjusting my Kevlar vest and then pulling my shirt, holsters and cut back on. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, the weight of what was coming pressing down on us both.
“You good?” Jake finally asked, his voice low.
I exhaled, running a hand through my beard. “Good as I’m gonna be.”
Talon smirked, his eyes dark with promise as he followed me into the house. The sound of the garage door closing behind us echoed through the quiet space. He caught up to me in the kitchen, his hands sliding around my waist as he pulled me against him. His lips found mine in a kiss that was slow and deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a hunger that made my knees weak.“Pizza,” I murmured against his lips, my hands sliding up to his chest and shoving him playfully backward. “Please.”He chuckled, low and warm, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. “Alright, angel. Pizza it is.” He released me reluctantly, his hands lingering on my hips for a second before pulling his phone from his pocket.I watched him for a moment, the way his fingers moved with practiced ease as he pulled up the app to place the order. His brow
When I woke, the sun was setting behind the tree line. It was a bit of a struggle to climb off of the bed, but I did it. I slipped on a pair of flip-flops, making my way downstairs and out the garage to find Talon.The garage was dimly lit, the fading sunlight filtering through the dusty windows. Talon stood at his workbench with his back to me, his hands busy with some project I couldn’t quite make out. The sound of metal clinking against metal filled the space, and the faint scent of oil and sawdust hung in the air. He was shirtless, his tattoos on full display, and I couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles moved as he worked.I leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a few minutes before clearing my throat softly. He turned immediately, his green eyes locking onto mine. A slow smile spread across his face as he set down whatever he was working on and wiped his hands on a ra
The following weeks were spent preparing for Scarlett’s arrival. My belly was growing bigger, and her kicks were growing stronger, more insistent, as if she was reminding us that her due date was just around the corner.I spent my days nesting, organizing the nursery and folding tiny clothes. Talon would watch me from the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips as I arranged stuffed animals on the shelves or debated over which blanket to use in the crib.“You’re gonna wear yourself out, angel,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.I turned to him, holding up a tiny onesie with a sheepish smile. “I can’t help it. I just want everything to be perfect for her.”He pushed off the wall and walked over to me, his hand resting on my now enormous belly. “It alread
The room was bathed in moonlight when he set me down on the bed. His eyes were dark with hunger as he stepped back and shrugged out of his cut. He unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric falling open to reveal the tattoos that covered his chest.I watched him, my breath catching as he kicked off his trousers and boxer briefs. He stepped closer, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher as he knelt on the bed.“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. His fingers traced the lace trim of my panties, sending heat curling into my core.“And all yours,” I murmured back. I reached for him, pulling him down to me. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and desperate, as he fumbled with the straps of my dress. He tugged it over my head, leaving me in just my white silky lingerie. His hands roamed over my body, his touch firm but
The reception was simple, but it was perfect. The long wooden tables were covered with white tablecloths and adorned with wildflower centerpieces. The air was filled with laughter and the scent of barbecue from the grill Jake had fired up. The lights strung between the trees cast a warm glow over everything, making the clearing feel magical.Talon and I sat together, his hand on my thigh under the table as we watched our friends and family mingle. Trina was in her element, flitting from table to table with a glass of sparkling cider in hand, making sure everyone was having a good time. Jake was manning the grill, his laughter booming across the clearing as he joked with the club members. Even Viktor seemed to be enjoying himself, standing off to the side with a glass of vodka in hand, his sharp eyes taking in the scene with an unreadable expression.I leaned into Talon, my head resting on his shoulde
The following week was a blur. We moved back into our house, and the familiar walls felt like a sanctuary after the recent chaos we’d been through. Talon insisted on carrying all of the bags, despite my protests and his lingering injuries. “You’re carrying Scarlett,” he’d said. “You’re at capacity.” He was relentless, stubborn as ever, but I loved him for it.The wedding was fast approaching, and Trina had taken over as my unofficial wedding planner. Her energy was boundless, and she threw herself into the details with a fervor that both amused and exhausted me. She’d already picked out flowers, arranged for catering, and convinced Jake to let us use his property for the ceremony.“It’s perfect,” she’d said, her eyes shining with excitement. “Quiet, private, and safe. Plus, it’s got that rustic charm I know you&







