Page 37 of Dark Biker Protector

He was right. When I was this close to him, I felt safe – safe in a way nothing else could make me feel. It had been a couple of months since we’d moved in together, and waking up next to him every morning was a gift I knew I was never going to get tired of. Clove and Cinnamon climbing all over us, braying to be fed, and all I would want was to snuggle in close to him and forget about the rest of the world for a moment.

We spent the rest of the night drinking and talking and relaxing together – I knew Chuck was right when he said I should focus on being done with this article before I started thinking about the next one, but my brain was already ticking over by the end of the night. After all, I had reached out to him in the first place because I had wanted to write a story on the Dogs. Maybe there was still one ready to be told – a story about this group of guys, how they had come together and found a family with one another.

And how much better they were than anyone would give them credit for.

As the night drew on, though, I started to get a little drowsy, and Chuck clocked it.

"You should get some rest," he told me, gulping down the last of his beer.

"I’m fine, honestly," I replied, but a yawn obscured my words – and my protests. He laughed.

"Come on," he insisted, jerking his head towards the door. "The cats’ll need fed too."

"Damn, boss, when did you turn into such a soft touch?" Jaxon teased him. Chuck shrugged.

"Now I’ve got a family to take care of," he replied simply, and my heat melted a little. God, I would never get tired of hearing him call me his family.

He led me out back, where his bike was waiting for us, and handed me my helmet – I slipped it on and climbed on to the back seat, waiting for him to join me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pressed my head into his back.

"You ready?" he called to me, and I nodded against him. He pulled away from the bar and we took off into the night, the cool air whipping around me. I closed my eyes and smiled, breathing in the scent of him. This man who loved me so damn much, who had built a life with me, a family, a little world that we could share together. I didn’t care where this bike took us: I would have gone there with him.

As long as he was by my side, then that was all that mattered. The lights of the city streaked by around me, the city that I had come to in order to run from my ex – but the city that I had found so much more in, so much more than I ever could have imagined. This place was more than just my sanctuary now, it was my home.

Epilogue – Abbey

The alarm went off and I groaned as I turned over to switch it off.

"Ugh," I grumbled, lifting my head from the pillow and squinting against the morning light pouring in through the window beside me. I was still getting used to these early morning starts – but that was the price you had to pay for having a real job, right? Worth it in the long run.

It had been about a month since I had first started my new position at the Atwood Chronicle, a newspaper that ran out of the city and covered news and features all over the state. They had seen the article I’d published about the treatment of women who were dealing with abusive partners and former partners, and they had reached out to me to ask me to publish it in their supplement – I had agreed at once, glad to get it to a wider audience.

And then, when it had been received well, I’d gotten another call from the editor, asking me to come in and interview for a permanent position covering women’s issues in Atwood, producing longform articles on just about anything I thought was important. I had doubted that I would actually get the job, but to my surprise, they had called me back in the next day, and told me they wanted to hire me to start right away.

So far, it had been an incredible boost to my career – and, more importantly, to the goals I had set myself about helping other women survive the nightmares they might have been trapped in, too. I had followed up on a few of the cases I had helped work on, and even pulled together a petition to make a change to the way the police handled these cases – it was still early days yet, but it had received a lot of support, and I couldn’t believe how many people had rallied around to help me. I knew there was so much more for me to achieve in this job, and my head was spinning with ideas when I woke up every morning.

Well, most mornings. I hadn’t exactly slept well last night, having headed out to the Kennels with Star for a drink. Or three. The two of us had grown close since I was spending most of my time around the Dogs now, and she was a fully-fledged member – tough as nails, after what she had been through with her father, but always ready to kick back and have some fun.

I was about to throw back the covers and climb out of bed, planning to feed the cats before I went to work, when I felt Chuck’s arm slide over my waist.

"You have to go so soon?” he murmured to me, and I grinned and flipped over to face him.

"I guess I could be convinced to stay in bed a little longer," I remarked, cocking my head at him playfully. Even as sleepy as he was, I could see that glint in his eyes, a sure sign of what he had in mind right now – what he wanted to get up to.

"Good," he murmured, and he lowered his mouth to mine slowly, pulling me into a deep, slow kiss that sent shivers pulsing along my whole body at once. Oh, fuck, okay – I could already tell that I was going to be a little late to work, if this was how he was kissing me.

I pulled him on top of me, parting my legs and hooking my feet around his calves – it was warm now, nearly the height of summer, so neither of us had bothered to sleep with clothes on. I could already feel his erection nudging up against me, pressed to the crease of my hip, as he buried his face in my neck and inhaled the scent of me. I grinned, skimming my fingers down his back. I would never get tired of this, of feeling him so obsessed with me – even after all this time, he seemed just as attracted to me as he had when we first met, and it did wonders for my ego.

He shifted so that his cock was pressed to my entrance, and then, slowly, he guided himself inside of me. I let out a long sigh of pleasure as I rested my head back on the pillow, smiling as he pushed all the way into me.

"That feel good?” he murmured, his breath hot on my skin. I nodded, unable to keep the smile off my face.

"It feels perfect," I breathed to him, lifting my hips so I could guide him even deeper inside of me.

He rocked himself into me in deep strokes, gazing into my eyes, the corners of his lips turned up into a smile as he watched me take him deep inside. Oh, this pleasure - this pleasure was something that never got old to me. Not just the physical sensations, but the intimacy of being this close to him. It turned me on like nothing else in the world.

"You look so good right now," he murmured into me, tilting my hips back a little so he could fuck me right into the bed. His eyes were pinned to me, drinking me in, lost to me, as though he couldn’t imagine anything better in the world than being here with me in this moment. I cradled his head with my hands, just staring at him for a moment before I kissed him again.

I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my ankles around his back, pressing our naked bodies together till we were nothing but one mound of flesh, moving together, taking each other, needing each other.

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