Page 42 of Rage & Paradise
Oro is one hell of a lover.
I’ve had other men before him, all of them swearing they would be able to rock my world. None of them even sent a tremble through me.
Oro, on the other hand, makes me feel like I may never walk again. I’m perfectly okay with that.
The two of us lie in his bed just breathing each other in. I don’t know what happens after this, and right now I’m not going to focus on it. I just want him to know that this is all real. I want him just as bad as he wants me, no matter what anyone may think of the situation.
“You’re going to be sore in the morning,” he tells me.
I chuckle and nuzzle closer to him. “The morning? I’m sore now. You’re not little, you know.”
“Sore now?” He leans up on his elbow, lifting my chin so I have to look at him. “Was I too rough? God damn it, Starlight, you’ve got to say something.”
I shake my head quickly and put a soft hand on his chest. “No, Oro, no. It was perfect. I promise if you ever do something I don’t like, I’ll let you know.”
He stares at me for a second before he grumbles and falls back. “You better.”
I let out a yawn and settle more against his chest. I don’t remember the last time I felt this safe.
It’s a fleeting feeling, because the second my eyes try to close so I can get some rest, there’s a banging against Oro’s door that has the both of us jumping out of bed.
“What the fuck.” He moves fast.
“¡Bastardos! ¡Muévanse!”
I don’t know who it is screaming out, but based on Oro’s face I can tell something serious is going on.
“What is it? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. We’ve got trouble,” Oro snaps as he quickly throws some clothes in my direction. I slide the clothes on and follow Oro out of his room. I’m surprised when we get to the main area of the clubhouse. Everyone is standing there. All the bikers, their ol’ ladies, the kids, the club bunnies— all of them looking out the front window at something in the street.
“What’s going on?” Oro asks.
Vado is the one to answer. “Seems like we’ve got the audience we’ve been requesting.”
I look outside, and my heart drops. It’s Sina.
She’s surrounded by at least two dozen other bikers and a slew of other women.
Amazingly, the Royal Bastards are outnumbered.
“You need to stay here.” Oro tries to push me back, but I don’t move.
“No, she needs to be with us,” Vado interjects.
“What the fuck…” Oro snarls.
“Don’t fucking question me. This is her problem; she’s going to be there when this shit goes down. If she brought this storm, she stands in the rain with us. We need to know if we can trust her.” Vado glares at me, and it only just registers that Oro may not have been the only person I should’ve been fighting to get to trust me.
“How did they get here?” Lobo turns to question me.
“I don’t know. I didn’t tell her where I was. I’ve been trying to get away from her.” Right away I find myself on defense.
“Trying to get away from her, and then all of a sudden you show up at our doorstep? That’s a big coincidence, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know anything about any coincidence. I had no idea Oro was here. Had no idea who you guys were. I was just trying to—” Coca comes to stand in front of me, cutting me off.
“This isn’t her doing, Vado. She can be trusted. The same way you can trust me. She didn’t do it.”
