Page 132 of New Beginnings
Can a motorcycle be sexy?
I would argue that they could, and my man looked incredibly hot, so I could only imagine how stunning he looked riding on the back of this motorcycle. The color was a captivating, dark blue that shimmered in the sunlight, contrasting with the sleek, matte black. It wasn’t the typical shiny chrome you saw on motorcycles. It was different and I could see why he loved it so much.
My hands brushed along the body as he watched me with a smile. “How long have you been riding?”
He shrugged, placing the helmet on my head, and closing the strap around my chin. Then he gave me a peck on the lips.
“I’ve always ridden bikes,” he said, crossing his muscular leg over the body of the bike and settling on the seat. “It started with dirt bikes when I was a kid, then when I turned sixteen, I rode my first street bike. By the time I was eighteen, I had my first Harley. And I’ve had this one for a while. Climb on behind me and put your feet on the passenger pegs.”
“Okay.” I climbed on behind him then placed my feet on the pegs like instructed. “You don’t need a helmet?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He looked over his shoulder. “I probably should wear one,” he said, then winked. “Hold on tight and lean when I do.”
I nodded, tightening my arms around his waist as he started the engine. He backed out of his spot, then pulled out onto the road. He placed his hand over the top of mine, as we rode out of town.
Within minutes, the city’s noise and commotion faded away, replaced by a serene silence. As I hopped on the back of this bike with him, I felt a sense of exhilaration and freedom wash over me. All the guilt, all the heartache of my family turning their back on me, disappeared. I understood why he loved riding because it was like nothing else mattered but the here and now.
Wrapping my arms tighter around his waist, he peeked over his shoulder at me with a smile on his face before he focused back on the road. The warm, humid air brushed against my skin as I leaned as close to him as I could. I wished we could do this until the day we died. Never had I imagined feeling so close to someone.
All too soon, he slowed down, and I recognized where we were at. Lake Norman was a place my parents used to take us when we were kids just to have family time. When we got older, it was just something we did less and less, but it held wonderful memories for me. It had been years since I’d been here.
He pulled to a stop and killed the engine. I hopped off the back, removed my helmet, and marveled at the breathtaking view. The scene before me was nothing short of stunning. The spot he chose was tucked away in seclusion, yet the faint hum of a boat and distant laughter could still be heard.
Off in the distance, the sun dipped below the tree line, casting a golden glow across the water. The air was filled with a serene stillness, adding to the beauty of the surroundings.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, then he kissed the side of my neck.
“I come here a lot especially when I need to think. It’s relatively quiet and secluded. And the view is amazing.”
I looked over my shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I’m here for you, Rebel. Always.”
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU?
J.D. Stevens
Did I want to attend the funeral of the man who, in my mind, held some accountability for the death of my wife and son? No, the fuck I did not. But the woman who was in my arms right now, needed to go. She needed to say goodbye. Not only that, but she also needed me by her side while she grieved the person, she thought she knew.
I had a sinking feeling her family would hold her responsible for his death, and sadly they proved me right. Fucking disgusting. All of them.
Did the man actually kill himself? No, Demon and Rev had the pleasure of doing that. But they let me know, he didn’t believe he’d done anything wrong even when he had. So even though I didn’t kill him, he deserved everything that happened to him in this life and the dishonor his memory will hold in death. Everything in that suicide note was the truth even if he’d been forced to write it. And because it was the truth her family didn’tdeserve to have Rebel in their lives if they blamed her for what he did.
She was used to taking shit from them and letting it roll off her back, but this time was different. The way they treated her made her feel like shit. I loved her for doing right by Dani and Luca, it showed her kindness and loyalty. She fought tooth and nail for someone she didn’t even know. And I was grateful to have her in my life. Her family seemed more preoccupied with preserving Agent Williams’ reputation, rather than focusing on the actual crimes he had committed.
I was just grateful Demon took the risk and did as I asked. And it was only because of Rebel, her family had his fucking body to bury, anyway. I knew Demon didn’t have to do a damn thing for me, but he did because even though Dani was gone, he was still my family. And he was happy I had found someone who loved me just as much as I loved them. Now I could experience life again.
As the sun started its descent behind the trees, I tightened my embrace, unwilling to let go of the moment. This was one place I loved to go to get away from everything. For a long time, my demons wreaked havoc in my mind. They constantly taunted me. They had me believing I wasn’t good enough for anyone since I couldn’t protect my wife and son. However, I saw that there wasn’t anything I could have done to change what happened. There were too many forces at play from law enforcement to my own fucking family. Shit had just aligned in a way that I couldn’t do anything to help Dani. But I’d gotten justice for her and Luca and in the process found love again.
After planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head, I took a step back. I walked to my bike and pulled a blanket out of the saddle bags. Usually, I didn’t ride with them, but today I sensed the urgency to escape after the funeral. Somewhere we could go to decompress after a shitty week.
I carefully spread out the blanket on the freshly cut grass, a few feet from the water’s edge, where the gentle lapping of the lake created a soothing sound. Once finished, I extended my hand towards her. Grasping it, she smiled, and I gently pulled her down onto the blanket. Her laughter filled the air, causing a tightness in my chest.
She’d been so sad lately and nothing I did cheered her up. The only time she actually smiled was when I talked about Siobhan. So, it was good to know that maybe things were looking up, and the funeral gave her some closure.
With her body on top of mine, immediately my cock thickened in my jeans. It didn’t take much for that to happen when I was around her. She could look at me with those dark brown eyes and pouty lips, and I was ready to fuck her, just like now.
We locked eyes, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Things had progressed so quickly between us but there wasn’t any doubt in my mind that the love I felt for her was real. So, fucking real it was scary at times. It was like she was the very air that I breathed. I hadn’t felt this strongly for anyone other than Dani. Her eyes spoke volumes, revealing the depth of her love for me. I couldn’t wait to explore this life further with her, as our connection grew stronger with each passing day.
