Page 42 of In the Midst of Chaos

“Come for me, baby. Show me you’re still mine,” he groaned as my moans got louder.

It felt like a tidal wave, the intensity of my orgasm. It shook all of me, the pain and the hurt I was carrying around. It took the betrayal, chaos, and pain and left me feeling peaceful.

Nash started to fuck me harder. My back rested against the seat as he held onto my hips.

“Missed your pussy,” he said as I felt him getting closer. I knew he would pull out because he wasn’t wearing a rubber, but I needed him in me like I needed my next breath.

My legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

“Fin,” he groaned.

“I need you in me,” I begged, and he cursed, pumping harder into me until his release coated my walls.

I closed my eyes as I felt his weight land on top of me.

He had fucked me on top of my bike.

Fuck.

I was never going to look at it the same way again.

“Thanks for that,” I said as I pushed him away.

“What the fuck?” he seethed as he pulled away from me. He watched as I pulled my leathers back on. Gross, I was all sticky.

He found me amusing because the fucker was smiling.

“Going somewhere, babe?” he asked as he fixed his pants.

“I’m not your anything. I was just horny.”

He grabbed my wrists, and pulled them up in front of him.

“What the fuck was that, then?” He nodded toward my bike.

“That was just sex. Kinda like what you have with your little whores.” I turned around, straddled my bike, pushed the button for the garage, and rode out.

Chapter Fifteen

Past

It was the anniversary of my dad’s death, and I couldn’t bear to be in the house. They would have a party to honor him, and the club would be there. Axton would throw a grand party to celebrate his dead best friend.

I never really got the need to celebrate a dead person. They didn’t feel anything anymore.

What I did need was Nash, but he wasn’t around. Axton had him running errands. So I left the house and came to the clearing where all the secrets were buried.

It left me with too much to think about how things would be different if my father were here. I knew without a doubt had he been alive, the affair Nash and I were having wouldn’t have happened.

He made me feel too much, and that clouded your judgment.

“Empires aren’t built on feelings, Finley,” my dad said in a stern voice as he looked down at me. “So don’t do something because you have a good feeling about it.”

I nodded, agreeing with him because I didn’t know better.

“There you are,” Huxley interrupted my thoughts.

Since I was sitting on the ground, I had to look up at him. He had grown up, but somehow I missed it because, for me, the boys ceased to exist when Nash was around. He eclipsed them all.

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