Page 56 of Summer's Edge

He takes off his jacket and puts it around my shoulders without waiting for me to answer. I didn’t think I was cold, but now that I’m wearing his warm jacket, I know I was.

He brought a tumbler of whiskey with him and offers it to me. “Here, for the shock.”

“I’m fine, Dad,” I tell him, but take the drink anyway. Father of the year over here, but at least he’s trying. And at least he’s not treating me like I’m ten years old and need to be coddled. He did want me to go to the hospital at first, to get checked out officially, but then he was fine with Doc sticking a band aid over the tiny cut on my neck and declaring I don’t have a concussion or any other injuries that some rest won’t cure.

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want me dating Edge,” I say. “Or anyone from the MC...”

I stop talking because he’s just grinning at me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and squeezes me tight. “As long as you’re with someone who’ll take care of you right, I’m good. That’s all me and your mom wanted for you.”

“I thought so,” I say and lean against him. “But I’m glad you approve too.”

Aunt Roxie, Cross’ wife and Ice’s sister once told me that between her brother and her dad she had to sneak around to date, especially anyone from the MC that her father ran. And that Ice was just as against her dating bikers as their dad had been.

“Edge is a good guy,” he says. “You could do worse.”

“Wow, that’s like a glowing endorsement coming from you,” I say, making him chuckle.

Edge is coming towards us, wearing a new clean sweatshirt under his cut. Ice vacates the spot next to me.

“You all fixed up?” he asks him.

“As good as new.”

Ice laughs again. “I doubt that, but you’ll get there.”

Then he offers him his hand. “Thanks for doing what you did back there. I’m in your debt.”

Edge claps his arm. “No debt owed. I’d do it all over again anytime.”

He looks at me as he says it and my heart just melts into the softest, sweetest, dreamiest pool of light and goodness.

“Let’s hope there’s never a need to again,” Ice says. “Now get some rest, the both of you. And that’s an order.”

I feel my cheeks heat up and I’m glad it’s so dark that they probably can’t see me blushing. Because rest is the furthest thing from my mind.

Ice leaves us and as soon as he’s out of the gazebo, Edge wraps his arms around me and kisses me lightly.

“All well and good, but I don’t think I’ll be following that order,” he whispers, his lips barely a breath from mine. “You have my back, right?”

“Always,” I say and hold him tight.

“Yeah, me too,” he says. Though he didn’t need to. He’s already proven it. “Now let’s go back to your place.”

“You read my mind.”

He takes my hand and leads me to his bike. And a few moments later, I’m holding onto him much tighter than I need to as we speed down the long driveway and then along the curves of the road into the night. I’m holding on as tight as I am because I want to. Now and forever.

My apartment is a mess from all the coming and going tonight, but that’s a problem for another day. All that matters is that the bed is soft and that we’re together.

His torso and arms are covered with bandages, but that doesn’t stop him from covering me with kisses as I lay naked on the cool sheets. Some are soft and gentle, others full of urgency, need and fire.

Then he lies atop me and slides his throbbing cock into me slowly, kissing me deeply as he pulls back out and repeats. Soon, the soft pool of love and bliss that’s been my heart, expands outward, filling my entire body, made greater by the slow, sensuous way in which he’s taking me. In which he’s joining us.

Soon his breathing and his groans, my breathing and my moans, grow louder, more urgent. His thrusts do too, adding fire to the softness, stoking it higher and higher. The orgasm comes in a flash of flame, consuming me whole, burning away all pain, all sadness, all sorrow. Leaving nothing but hope and love and belonging. And joy. So much joy. Going from nearly dying to this much life and happiness is intoxicating. And it’s only the beginning.

This is the perfect end to this imperfect night. The perfect beginning to what I hope will be a long, long life of loving him. Of loving each other. Of cherishing each other. Of always meeting bad with good.

It’s the last thought I have before I drift off into real dreams. Which I know won’t be nearly as good as the one I’m living.

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