Page 8 of Summer's Edge

He shakes his head. “We’re not going home just yet. Getting you out of prison isn’t the only reason we’re down here in LA.”

I sit back down next to him, still unable to stop grinning. “Good. I am so ready for some action… let me tell you.”

“I bet. I don’t know how you could stand it, being locked up.”

“It wasn’t easy. A couple more weeks and I’d’ve lost my ever-loving mind for sure,” I say and it’s not a lie at all. “But let’s not go there… tell me everything I missed.”

He does, going over all the battles in this war we’re fighting with various other MCs that want revenge on Devil’s Nightmare MC. The club runs guns now, but back in the day, before Ruin and me joined, they were a band of mercenaries, killers for hire, and the best of the best at it. Other clubs hired them to take out entire MCs and they always got the job done. But now the ones they left behind, mostly children of the ones they’d killed as far as I can understand it, want payback. What goes around comes around, I guess. But that doesn’t mean we’re just gonna take it either.

“I can’t wait to get back into the thick of it,” I say. “And it would’ve been nice to see Hunter get married too.”

“He didn’t want to wait, as I’m sure you understand,” Ruin says and we both chuckle.

Hunter’s the only son of our president Cross and the woman he married is his long time, on-again, off-again girlfriend Trixie. He’s tried in vain to tie her down for years.

The van slows and after a short ride along a very bumpy road that cuts straight through the trees, we stop in the middle of a thick forest. There’s only a wooden log cabin there that looks like it was hand-built about a hundred years ago. It’s growing dark and the air smells of fresh earth, ancient trees and some kind of honey-scented flowers. The birdsong is deafening and I’m still grinning like a lunatic.

“What’s this place?” I ask.

“It’s where you’ll be lying low while we do what we came down here to do,” Ice says, coming out of the cabin. He shakes my hand. “Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” I say, wishing the gratitude wasn’t so darkened by what he said before that.

“I’m ready to go with you and do what needs doing,” I say.

Ice nods. “I’m sure you are. But it’s too risky so soon after your prison break.”

The guy saved my life ten years ago and he’s been something like an uncle to Ruin and me ever since. Definitely more than just an MC brother. I don’t argue with him if I can help it. But right now…

He chuckles. “Besides, I need to you to stay here and keep an eye on Summer.”

And suddenly there she is standing in the doorway of the cabin. Summer, one of Ice’s twin daughters and definitely quite possibly the hottest women I’ve ever known. Her long dark hair is loose, falling like a curtain of velvet over her breasts and down almost to her hourglass waist. She’s wearing jean shorts and a tight white tank top, neither of which leave a lot to the imagination.

Maybe it’s just that I’ve been in prison, but I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want her right now. Too bad, though. Ice would never sanction a thing like that. His daughters are off-limits. He makes no secret about that. And I owe the guy my life, so I gotta respect that.

“You’re the only one I trust to watch her,” he says in a quiet voice. “To not take advantage, I mean.”

Why me? Why not Hunter or Chance or even Jax? They’re all a hell of a lot more trustworthy than me. And they’re all taken. While I get a boner every time I see Summer. It makes it hard to talk to her most of the time. Spending the night alone with her will be pure torture.

I focus on the little heart shaped pendant she’s wearing on the gold chain around her neck so I don’t have to look at her piercing, upturned cat-green eyes. Or her cherry-red lips.

“Can’t we just stash her in a hotel or something?” I ask.

“Yes, please, stash me in a hotel,” she says, and I can’t tell if the sarcasm in her voice is meant to mock me or her father. “Any place is better than this rundown shack. And the company is only so-so.”

She’s got a mouth on her. Real sassy, all the time. My cock and me both would love to teach her a lesson or two about that.

But that’ll never happen. So, I can’t even think it. I think she knows I am though, if that smirk on her face and the fire in her eyes is anything to go by.

“It’s only for a couple of days, Summer,” Ice says to her. “Then we’re going home.”

Acoupleof days? Shit!

She doesn’t look too happy about that either as she mutters something under her breath and goes back inside.

Ice chuckles again. “She’ll come around. Come on, let’s get a barbecue going and you can tell us all about prison.”

The rest of the guys have already gathered around an ancient looking grill, some sitting on rocks, others on the ground. They’re retelling the story of how they broke me out of prison, and I can’t wait to hear it again.

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