Page 101 of Renegade

I moved my hips back, fighting to keep him in. He let out a soft chuckle at my greediness, while slowly letting his cock stretch me. His hands lifted me until my back was flush against his chest. They rested against my belly before moving up to cup my breasts.

If I thought I was hot before, I was now an inferno. Each slow deliberate thrust pushed me closer to the edge of a cliff. I gripped around him tightly as he thrust deeply, silently begging him to stay. Sensing my need, his hips picked up a frantic pace while his thumb and index finger squeezed around my nipples.

My vision blurred and then everything went white when he sank his teeth into where my shoulder and neck met. I came back down with a loud gasp and rocked my hips, urging him on. His right hand moved up and cupped my throat, pinning me up against him. Using his fingers, he turned my head until it was tilted up, looking at him.

“I love you,” Mike rasped against my mouth and I involuntarily tightened around him. He didn’t wait for a response as he sucked my bottom lip in between his teeth, his hips slowing in their assault.

“I—I love you too,” I finally whimpered as my back arched, seeking him. His free hand dropped down to cup me as he circled his hips, regaining speed. We could’ve been hurtling toward a brick wall and I wouldn’t have stopped him.

It felt so much bigger than just our bodies connecting, it was as if our souls had fused together. Each thrust cast out our sins—each sigh another exhalation of doubt.

“Please,” I begged.

I didn’t know if my body was capable of another orgasm, but I was willing to try. His thrusts became desperate and his hands clamped down hard on my shoulders as he used my body to find his own release.

I loudly moaned, “Yes,” while keeping pace with each thrust. My pleasure increased to the point that it bordered on pain as he reached a fever pitch. I fell back down to earth with a silent cry, all sound lost within my chest.

Mike grunted as his thrusts turned shallow before his body stilled and his grip on my body tightened. Our breathless panting was the only sound in the room as he collapsed onto me, pushing me back over the couch. Sweat coated our bodies in a fine sheen despite the slight chill in the room.

As we lay like that, with him still buried deep inside of me, I imagined that he wasn’t someone who’d just helped commit a murder and I wasn’t the daughter of a biker chick. We were just Jack and Charlotte back on a beach in Galveston.

Two people without a care in the world.

Chapter Sixteen

January 2015

I couldn’t have wiped the grin off if I tried. It had become a permanent fixture on my face for the last month. Lauren had discovered the truth, but didn’t walk out on me.

So, maybe I hadn’t been entirely honest.

I was going to tell her about SPMC and my father…just as soon as this fucking war was over. If I’d told her that night, she would’ve freaked the fuck out and potentially placed a target on her back by doing so.

No, it was going to be safer to wait until they sorted their shit out. Then, I’d come clean. The only problem was that this war seemed far from over. The Sons of Death played by their own rules. They didn’t give a fuck about club bitches or hang-arounds. It hadn’t mattered whether someone was just associated with Silent Phoenix or a patched-in member; the Sons viewed everyone as the same. An enemy to be destroyed.

There was absolutely no fucking reason for me to involve her just yet.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” David said from the doorway and I pushed my thoughts aside and came back to reality.

“What the hell brings you to my neck of the woods?” I asked as I pushed away from my desk and stood up to give him a hug.

He slapped me on the back before sinking down into the chair in front of my desk. It was strange—it was obvious that he was exhausted, but he seemed so upbeat about it. He tapped his hands on the armrests. “Beth kicked me out of the hospital for a bit. She’s still working on nursing Kaden and said I made her frustrated with all my hovering. Work’s being handled by Tony right now, so I thought I’d check in with you. We haven’t really had a chance to catch up. I wanna know how the investigation is going.”

His eyes narrowed and I knew it was code for,‘Did Lauren leave because of the Landon thing? And if so, should we be worried?’

I clicked the pen in my hand and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m good—working this Landon Scott case has been trying, but we’re gonna find him. I do want to ask you something though.”

His shoulders, which had just relaxed, immediately arched back up in defense. “What?”

I reached into my suit jacket and pulled out a ring box, tossing it over to him. “You think it’s too soon?”

David popped it open and grinned before making his voice sound feminine. “Do you know how many years I’ve waited for this Michael Sullivan? I knew if I was patient enough I’d make an honest man out of you one day.”

I flipped him off. “Cut the shit, dickhead. It’s for Lauren.”

The grin came back almost immediately. “What did I tell you on my wedding day? I told you that this was going to happen. I recall you telling me that I was full of shit.”

I sighed. “Never mind. You were obviously the wrong fucking person to ask about this. I shou—”

---