Page 87 of Cold Hard Truth

I should have stayed, and I don’t blame Sage for hating that I didn’t.

“My dad dying was part of it.” He rolls onto his back, and I try to pull away because I think he needs some space, but he pulls me closer until my head is resting on his chest. “The club was my home. I was born and raised a Twisted King. It was who I was always meant to be.”

“I remember.” It was the main reason we couldn’t get past a certain point.

“But then my dad was dead, Reed was away at school, and you disappeared.” He exhales. “The Twisted Kings no longer felt like family.”

Folding my hands on his chest, I rest my chin over my fingers and look up at him. “So why do you still help Kane then?”

He lifts his hand, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Because I owed him for not getting to you and Ellie in time.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“Felt like it.” He sighs. “Either way, I let you go. He never forgave me for not bringing you back to him.”

I wet my lips, regret welling up inside me.

“I don’t feel bad about that, Lyla. Letting you go was the right thing to do. Even if—” He covers his face with his palms and lets out a heavy breath.

“Even if what?” I push.

“Even if it fucking hurt.” Dropping his hands, he holds the sides of my face. “Besides, it worked out. I haven’t been a biker in a long time, regardless of the debts I still owe. Things changed.”

“Like you buying the tattoo shop?” I smile, and he returns it.

“Yeah, like that.”

Sitting up, I climb onto his lap and center myself over his cock. His gaze roves my naked body as I rock against him, and he swells to steel between my legs.

I’m sore and tired, but we’ve missed so much time, and I can’t seem to make up for it.

“Fuck.” Sage grabs my thighs. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No.” I plant my hands on his chest, rolling my hips. “After all, I don’t need to. If you keep fucking me, Kane will kill you before I get the chance.”

He grabs my hips and flips me over until I’m on my back, and he’s once more between my legs.

“First, don’t talk about your dad when I’m five seconds away from being inside your pussy. And second…” He bites my neck until I scream for him. “It’s fucking worth it either way.”

Reaching for the nightstand, he grabs a condom and slips it on. And even if I’m sore, he brutally thrusts his cock into me like he’s mad at me for tempting him. My nails dig into his skin and my back arches when he strikes my core. The sore spot that can’t get enough of him.

“Sage.” I grab onto him as he drives in.

“Yes, butterfly?” He wraps one of my legs up over his shoulder and shifts his hips.

“Oh—” I can’t breathe. “Fuck.” My lungs seize with whatever spot he’s hitting. “I can’t—”

“I’m pretty sure you can, Lyla.” He lowers down to claim my lips.

His body moves in waves over me as he stretches my legs wide and fills me with his thick length over and over again. His tongue dances with mine, and I’m lost in the rhythm. Our bodies are crashing, burning. This entire city is going up in flames around us.

He sinks into me, and I melt.

Our past and our present strike each other and the gap between the two closes. We seal them out of existence, and we’re who we are—and who we were. And no matter who either of those people are or what they’ve done, only one thing matters.

Us, together.

Sage bites my lip and I shiver. He pulls my climax from me with every deep movement. I’m falling into pieces, and I want him to keep them.

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