Page 73 of You're My Person - For Always

A flash of light lit up the air. He got on the motorcycle and held out his hand. When the lightning started, it was dangerous to be on the top of the mountain. They needed to get back home and under cover of the trees.

"Hold on." He turned the bike around and rode out toward the main road.

The raindrops got bigger and landed harder. He should've watched the sky better, but he got caught up in making love with Kenna.

Once on the road, he shifted gears. Kenna shrieked behind him. They were already soaked.

Five minutes later, he rolled to a stop inside the garage. Turning off the Harley, he toed the kickstand.

Kenna slid off, pulling at her wet shirt. Her hair hung straight, plastered to her head. She never looked more beautiful.

He held out his hand. "Let's run to the house."

Now that he had her safe from danger, he enjoyed the way her shirt was tight against her breasts. She laughed, splashing mud and water with each step. Under the overhang of the deck, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

"You're soaked." She laughed.

"Let's go up and take a warm shower." He opened the front door and stopped.

Zane and River sat at the bottom of the steps. He tucked Kenna under his arm.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I tried to set up a visit with Dad and was told he doesn't have any approved visitation rights." Zane scoffed. "Looks like the old man got himself in trouble again."

"That doesn't surprise me." He shook the rain off his hair. "I'm going to take Kenna up and dry off. There's a hell of a storm going on out there."

Zane moved off the steps, making room for them to get up the stairs. "Yeah, I'm waiting it out. Then, we're going to the clubhouse to play a game of pool with the others. River wants to see what it's like on Friday nights."

River smiled at her sister. "Do you want to come?"

Kenna looked at him and shrugged. "It's up to Kingsley."

"Yeah, we could go for a while." He led her up the steps. "We'll probably grab something to eat at the bar first and then head over."

At the top of the stairs, Kenna dashed forward. He hung back, stripping his clothes off in the bedroom. The water turned on in the shower. She was already getting warm. Carrying his wet clothes to the hamper beside the dresser, he spotted her sketchbook open and glanced at the drawing.

No one needed to tell him it was Big John. She'd drawn him on his Harley. The likeness was striking.

After finding out about the relationship with the girls, his vice president went back to the cabin he lived in behind the clubhouse and continued to drink himself stupid every day. He and Zane wouldn't let him continue much longer, but the man deserved to mourn his sister in his own way.

"King?"

He turned away from the drawing and walked into the bathroom naked. Right now, he was going to enjoy his time with Kenna.

His fiancé.

For years, he'd known she belonged to him. He only had to wait until she grew up and realized it, too.

Epilogue

Kingsley

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A coffee mug sailed out the clubhouse door and shattered against the wall. Kingsley stuck his head in the doorway, checking if it was safe to enter.

Zane stood with his back toward him and his hands planted on hips. His broad shoulders set in that stubborn pose he recognized. He'd seen his brother like that many times, but things were going okay lately. River was in his brother's bed. Valdones Motorcycle Club had backed off on threatening Gem Haven. Big John put the cap on the whiskey. The tourist season was almost over.

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