Page 7 of Tempting Fate

It’s wet.

It’s savage.

It’s perfect.

“Zeke. Zeke. Zeke,” I cry out his name as another climax ratchets its way through my body. Neon colours burst in my vision when I screw my eyes shut to ride out the waves of oblivion. “God. Yes. Fuck.”

His hand snakes up to cup my throat and he pulls my head back to rest on his shoulder. “Good girl. Grip me with that tight cunt while I fill you.” The staccato pumps of his hips punctuate his words as he reaches his own orgasm. “Fuckin’ hell, sweet thing. Love the way you take every inch of me.”

Once he’s caught his breath, he kisses me until I’m panting, then turns me so I’m under the water. My grin is wide when he leaves me alone to finish my shower. Conscious of the time, and cognisant that missing an early meeting with Gabriel would be career suicide at this point, I hurry through my morning routine at warp speed. Once I’m dressed in a pencil skirt and silky shirt, and my damp hair is gathered into a knot on the top of my head, I stagger past Zeke. With my handbag slung over my shoulder and one of my heels in my hand while I attempt to slide my foot into the other, I’m a flustered mess.

Zeke bites back a smirk as he butters toast.

I narrow my eyes, daring him to laugh.

Smart man that he is, my fiancé chooses to humour me.

“Here you go, sweet thing. Ladies first…”

I snatch the piece of Vegemite toast Zeke hands me, clamping it between my teeth as I lean against the wall to put my other shoe on. My man grins at me over the top of his coffee mug while I swallow down my breakfast with the least amount of chewing possible. Once Zeke has exchanged my uneaten crust for a travel mug of coffee, I stop to take him in. He’s almost dressed for the day, sporting his usual black jeans, Shamrocks t-shirt, and boots.

Looks like he has club business today.

“Don’t you need your laptop?” he asks while I eat him up with my gaze. After I nod, Zeke tosses his cut onto the kitchen table next to me, then passes me a second piece of toast. “I’ll grab it while you eat.

His carelessness has caused an envelope to slide out of the inner pocket of his leather cut. At the sight of the familiar handwriting, I recoil from the missive like it’s a bomb. My entire body shakes as I grab the pen I unconsciously tucked behind my ear as I got ready and use it to push the envelope back into the worn Black Shamrocks MC vest.

I can’t bear to touch it, not knowing that he’s infected it.

If I was brave, I’d tell Zeke that I know Alex still writes to me.

But I’m not brave.

And I don’t want to be brave.

Not yet… at least.

So, my fiancé can continue to intercept Alex’s poisonous missives and I’ll pretend that I have no clue that my monster still hunts me. It might be the coward’s way out. It might even backfire in the long run. I don’t care right now, because I understand Zeke’s choice to keep the letters from me. I understand his need to protect me from the things he can control. Because we still have over a year before Alex is free. More than seventeen months to create a plan. More than a year to get brave. More than enough time to ensure that when he comes for me, I’ll have an army at my back.

Because I know I can’t beat him alone.

I also know that Zeke can’t take him on without me at his side.

Alex is too smart.

Too dangerous.

Too desperate.

He’s been defeated once… that means he won’t underestimate us when the next round in our war commences.

2

VENOM

“You have a bloody clue why he rescheduled church to today?” I ask my best friend, Slash, as we lean against the wall opposite the double doors leading into the chapel where we hold club meetings. “Seems strange. One minute, everythin’s normal. The next, he’s rumblin’ around the clubhouse like a bear with a sore fuckin’ head, demandin’ that we move church to Thursday’s after fifty damn years of it being held on the first Monday of the month.”

After plucking the unlit cigarette that’s dangling from between my lips and lighting it up, Slash shrugs. “Alls I know is he’s losin’ it… and not in a good way. Used to be that—issues with how he took the gavel aside—he led from the front, nowadays it seems he’s fuckin’ with our traditions even more than he did five years ago.”

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