Page 22 of Hell on Wheels

He followed soon after, spilling into me with every tilt of his hips. When Flint didn’t separate us, I dared to look into his deep baby blues. Ragged breaths left my chest as the dark biker held me up, crushing my chest against his own.

“I didn’t expect this.”

“This?” I asked, out of breath.

“You. Us.”

“Me either,” I whispered. “It’s insanity.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, his lips gently meeting mine. “I don’t want it to end. Not yet.”

Panic briefly filled my chest, but I knocked it down, knowing nothing was forever, but at least I could enjoy the few days or moments I had left.

“I don’t want it to end yet either.”

“Good.”

His mouth closed over mine, deepening the kiss as desire flared a third time for this unpredictable man.

Funny how fate brought us together.

I wondered how long the peace would last.

Chapter 7

The attachment thatI felt for Lark didn’t make any sense. I didn’t want to let her in but couldn’t seem to stop myself. Every kiss deepened the connection between us. She sensed it, too. Her eyes held my gaze with an intensity that proved it.

This was dangerous. Angel Mackenzie would hunt her down, and there was no way I would let that sick fuck near her. Not after learning about his business associates and their bullshit. I never intended to fuck Lark. Not this fast. When I drove to Tonopah, I thought I had shit figured out.

I had every intention of walking away after getting her settled somewhere safe. I planned to ride off on my Harley and out of her life. She had problems she needed to handle, and I didn’t want any part of it.

Nothing ever goes the way you plan it in this life.

As I drifted off to sleep with my arm wrapped around her, one hand cupping her breast as she wiggled her bottom against my groin, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this conflicted. She made me feel things I hadn’t since before I deployed. Shit I didn’t want to consider.

Pounding on the bedroom door awakened us both. Lark was sprawled across my chest and completely naked, her arm draped over my waist. I’d taken her two more times during the night and would have done so again this morning, but some asshole wasn’t leaving us alone.

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