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  I put my head back and slid my fingers into his hair. I dug, pulling his mouth harder to my tender breast. I felt his teeth scrape against my nipple. I jumped and cried out, unsure of the pain, but the way it mixed with the pleasure made it feel so good. Jace brought me to life. Forget feeling numb. I felt everything then.

  The steel hardness of his cock pounding in and out of me. His mouth kissing from my left breast to my right one. The wild sensation inside my body as I started to reach climax. My ankles were back around his body, pulling at him as my pussy throbbed.

  I screamed his name into the steam that danced above our heads.

  Jace thrust forward harder than ever, quickly running his tongue up my neck, seeking my mouth. We kissed again, deeper and wilder than ever. He sped up even more and I knew what was going to happen.

  Jace was going to come again. Jace was going to come inside me.

  I moved my hands to his shoulders and held on with all my might. I was at the mercy of Jace. Riding the outlaw. Being fucked by the outlaw. Just thinking it drove me wild. But feeling it…

  “Fuck, Jace, I feel it,” I groaned in between kisses. “I feel everything…”

  “Yeah, sweetie,” he said. “Then feel this…”

  Jace pulled back and came at me with force. His cock buried itself deep inside me and he started to come. His hot seed filling me, his cock throbbing over and over, Jace staying inside me, bucking his hips, demanding more room when there wasn’t any.

  I cried out over and over, unable to kiss Jace. His lips kept touching mine, our tongues touching randomly. It was so sloppy. It was so fucking sexy.

  I started to come for a second time.

  The wave of pleasure hit me out of nowhere. I was jumpy, achy, and I started to lose my balance and hold. It felt like my body was going numb - but a good numb.

  Jace quickly put his hands to my ass and kept my balance for me. He kissed down to my neck and breasts again. One last flick of his tongue to each nipple and he pulled away. His hands touched my stomach and he gently eased his cock out of me.

  There was an intense gush, making my inner thighs quiver. My knees felt like they were going to buckle, but Jace was there to hold me.

  I stared at him as the shower water continued to hit us.

  “Fuck, sweetie,” he said. “This isn’t good…”

  “What?”

  “All of this. We shouldn’t have done that.”

  Probably not the best thing to hear when you get done having sex with someone.

  I reached up and touched Jace’s face. “I don’t regret anything. I want to help, Jace. There’s nothing for me to hide. I have nothing right now… except you.”

  Jace grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “I’m an outlaw, sweetie. You don’t want me. Trust me. That’s a road where the destination is already known.”

  I swallowed hard.

  My body was weak, aching with pleasure.

  I just stood there in silence, staring at him. There was nothing else to say.

  Jace turned the water off and reached for a towel. He pulled me out of the shower and to my shock, he started to dry me off.

  Just when I thought Jace couldn’t get any hotter - or more romantic - he always found a way to surprise me.

  chapter twenty

  (jace)

  *NOW*

  What the fuck was I doing?

  I ran the towel down Ava’s left leg. I touched her feet, studying her small toes. I noticed chipped blue nail polish. I put the towel to her right leg and moved it up. I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss to her soft and smooth mound. I couldn’t get enough of her body. The sweet and succulent taste of her pussy. I was putting myself in a very dangerous position.

  I slowly stood up and wrapped the towel around her shoulders.

  “Come here, sweetie,” I whispered.

  I grabbed Ava and lifted her, cradling her in my arms.

  I carried her from the bathroom to the spare bedroom that was now basically her new home. I placed her down and took the towel away. I loved watching her body move, her supple breasts bouncing, the way she was sort of shy but her eyes were that of a wild vixen.

  “Get some sleep,” I said. “I need to take a shower.”

  Ava grabbed my hand. “Jace…”

  I crouched down, butt ass naked, facing her.

  “I’m sorry about the guy that died.”

  “To be fair, he was just a prospect,” I said with a grin. “But the thing is… I was a prospect once. You have to earn your way in. It’s not always easy. It took me getting attacked. Shit, almost in the same fashion.”

  “What happened?”

  I wasn’t one to relive bad memories. But for Ava…

  “I was on a ride alone. Flying around some turns. Just tempting the reaper. Finding my way as an outlaw. It was all I had in life. I almost lost my edge but I saved it. That’s when a car flew up on me and hit me. On purpose. Shattered my leg. They roughed me up. Two men. They were clearly after the MC. I tried to fight back but they ended up shooting me. Killing me… or they thought.”

  “You were shot?” she asked.

  I turned and showed her my back. There was a scar from the bullet hole and from the surgery that followed.

  “Holy shit,” Ava said.

  She touched my back. Goddamn if it didn’t send chills down my back. It made me shiver, made my balls tighten, and made my dick jump. I wanted to fuck her again. Right now.

  I turned to face the bed again.

  “I was lucky,” I said. “The guy that shot me was an idiot. I had to go through an intense surgery. My leather cut and knife actually saved my ass. Where everything was positioned at that exact moment helped to save me. I got out of surgery, talked to the club, gave up everything about the two guys, and we got the guy that shot me.”

  “Did you hurt him?” Ava asked.

  “The day I got out of the hospital,” I said. “They took me to a small garage. I thought for a second they were going to do me in. Instead, they had the guy in a chair. And a gun on a table. It was my initiation. To prove I could do what needed to be done. So I did.”

  I saw the look on Ava’s face. The realization that she had just slept with a killer.

  “And the other guy?” she asked.

  “Never got him. But we sent our message. And I got my leather cut. I was patched in. So to me I’ll never forget that night. The night I was attacked. July 27th.” I swallowed hard. “Get some sleep, sweetie.”

  I started to lean in but stopped myself. I couldn’t kiss her goodnight. I couldn’t go over the line.

  So I hurried to stand and walk away, my dick swaying back and forth.

  “I think I figured it out,” Ava said.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Our connection.”

  “Oh?”

  Ava smiled from the bed as I stood in the doorway. “Yeah. July 27th.”

  “What about?”

  “That was the night you almost died. That was the same date my mother was murdered.”

  I didn’t say anything to that. I didn’t play the fate game or any of that bullshit.

  But it did stick with me.

  It stuck with me when I climbed into the shower. It stuck with me as I dropped Ava’s soaking wet clothing out of the shower. It stuck with me as I cleaned myself up.

  And then it hit me. Bad.

  July 27th.

  The same date… that was coincidence.

  But there was one question I didn’t ask.

  What year?

  I met up with the undercover cop and took off my sunglasses. Jeff was a sly prick, the jackass high school football star who dreamt big but came up short. So now he enjoyed life as a cop for Bishop - and the county - normally riding undercover and busting up anyone he wanted. His IA record was as thick as my dick and he had no signs of slowing down.

  Jeff also had a thing for nose candy and strippers. His paycheck couldn’t cover that which was why he became a close friend to the
MC.

  I threw him a few bills and he nodded to me as he stuck them into his pocket.

  “What do you have for me?” I asked.

  “A rough night,” Jeff said.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “I pulled those reports you wanted. Record of your incident. Funny how nobody was ever brought in for questioning on it. Looks like they cared for about three seconds.”

  “That’s how you guys tend to treat us wild outlaws.”

  Jeff laughed. “Yeah, right. Okay, so that same night, there was a little list of bullshit crime. All around the outside of Bishop. Break ins. Windows smashed in. Little shit. But there was one big one. Here you go.”

  Jeff took out a piece of paper and unfolded it.

  Shit, it wasn’t a police report. I didn’t need that. It was the fucking headline of the local paper.

  GROCERY STORE OWNER GUNNED DOWN

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  “I remember that one,” Jeff said. “I was just on the force when it went down. The roof to that store was leaking and she was there mopping up the mess. Never understood why her husband wasn’t there though. I thought set up but I had no pull in the case. So she was there mopping and someone came in and just…”

  I shook my head.

  It was fucking Ava’s mother. A picture of her, black and white, and I could see the resemblance. Shit, Ava’s father was in the paper. Even Ava’s name was mentioned twice.

  “Here’s the thing,” Jeff said, “there’s something on the police report.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “You know it went unsolved, right?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “Okay. The police had no idea what to think or do. It was straight up murder. They went after you guys but the footprints never made sense to them. The floor was wet, right? Whatever she had in the bucket left a little streak on the floor. Shit, Jace, this was before the crazy forensics we have now. But they came up with one thing that made sense.”

  “Which is what?”

  “There were two men there that night,” Jeff said. “The police tried to keep that hidden. Because it got even deeper.”

  “How so, Jeff?”

  Jeff rubbed his nose. “You asked for reports. I gave them.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled.

  I reached into the car and grabbed him. I pulled him through the driver’s window and threw him to the ground. One kick to the stomach and he was waving his hands, giving up.

  “Fine! Fine!” he yelled.

  “What else do you know?”

  “The notes were lost,” Jeff said. “Or destroyed on purpose. Whatever. The case was let go because one of the guys… fuck.”

  “What?”

  “One of the footprints matched a body that was found a month later. Way up in the mountains though.”

  I felt my heart sink. I felt like I could throw up right there on the spot.

  Instead, I backed up and took another bill out of my pocket. I dropped it down to Jeff and climbed on my motorcycle.

  “Call me anytime!” he yelled over my thundering motor.

  I peeled away, kicking rock and dust into Jeff’s face as I sped away.

  Shit was starting to fall in place, and not in the way I had hoped it would.

  Yeah, Ava was fucking right. We were fucking connected.

  The guys that attacked me all those years ago were the same guys that killed her mother. On the same fucking night.

  But why?

  chapter twenty-one

  (ava)

  *THEN*

  Dad held me on his lap. He was hugging me, smiling as he told me a story of when I was little girl and I would make him dress up to be part of my tea parties. His eyes glistened like he was going to cry but he didn’t.

  I was twenty years old and too old to be sitting on his lap.

  But he insisted.

  “I want to talk to you,” he said to me.

  “I’m going to stand up first,” I said. “You’re sweaty.”

  I stood and looked at him. He looked ready to pass out.

  “Is it your heart?” I asked.

  He patted his pocket. “I have my magic pills. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I want to talk to you about me going away.”

  “What?”

  “Listen to me. Sometimes things happen in life. It’s hard to explain. Okay? But if I ever have to disappear for a little while I need you to just stay calm. Do not call the police, okay? My job…” Dad looked away for a second. “Ava, sometimes things go bad and I have to hide.”

  “At the store?”

  “Yes. Sometimes with Uncle Frank, we have to take rides. Meetings. Stuff like that. But I can’t give information about it. It’s almost like spying. It’s actually kind of fun.”

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  There was a knock at the door. “I have to go now. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Okay? You’re in charge of the store. Remember, Ava, no police.” Dad stood up and waved a finger at me. “Trust that I’ll be okay.”

  “Are you okay?” I asked, my heart pounding.

  “I’ll be okay,” he said. “I just don’t want you to worry. You’re safe right now.”

  Dad hugged me. I felt the pill bottle in his chest pocket press against me. He broke away and walked away.

  “Dad!” I yelled. “Please tell me…”

  “Just think of your mother,” Dad said. “I have to make this thing work. For all of us. It’s going to be just fine.”

  Dad started to whistle as he walked to the door.

  When he opened it, I heard Uncle Frank ask, “She okay in there?”

  “She’s fine.”

  “Good. We don’t have time. Glen is going to fucking lose his shit soon.”

  The door shut and I stood there, empty and shocked.

  One question burned in my mind.

  Who the fuck was Glen?

  chapter twenty-two

  (ava)

  *NOW*

  It was my turn to make breakfast. I had quickly adjusted to Jace’s schedule. His morning didn’t start until after noon. His nights were long and sometimes, we saw the sun come up before we went to sleep.

  Something about him was off. More off than normal.

  The MC was going to go crazy trying to find my father and Uncle Frank. I met with them and they asked if I would be a decoy and I said yes. I would do anything to help find my father and help to prove myself to the club. I could tell a lot of the guys didn’t trust me.

  Dad had come and gone so many times it wasn’t all that new to me. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes a week. Once he was gone for a month.

  I flipped the pancakes and they sizzled on the griddle.

  That’s when the outlaw came walking from the bedroom, no shirt on, baggy shorts on, looking like he had just walked out of my wet dream.

  My nipples started to get hard and I knew they would be visible pressing against my shirt. We had fooled around in his bed and mine but we never took the plunge to sleep all night in one bed. To me, Jace had set a boundary and I was okay with respecting it.

  “Morning,” I said. “Hungry?”

  Jace walked right to me and grabbed the spatula from my hand. He threw it into the sink. He then grabbed the plug and tore it from the socket, sending a flash of blue sparks. His hands grabbed my pants and he lifted me up on the counter. Our breaths were instantly intertwined, the awkwardness of morning breath, but both of us not giving a shit about that.

  “I’m fucking starving,” Jace said in a rough voice. “And you look fucking delicious.”

  My bare ass was on the counter, my legs wrapped around Jace’s neck. His tongue lapped up and down between my legs, devouring my pussy like it was his last meal. He worked my clit like magic, suckling on it, bringing me to the edge of the counter, then backing off, just enjoying me. He was fucking with me and I was perfectly fine with it.

  His hands were up my shirt, cupping
my breasts, his fingers taking turns sliding across my nipples.

  I had never been touched like this before. Just tossed around and pleasured. Made to feel wanted. Made to feel beautiful. That’s what he did to me and for me.

  The tip of his tongue flickered against my clit again and that was it. He stayed right there and pounded at me, letting the wet flickers echoed through the kitchen. They were only matched by sounds of my groans as I reached climax.

  The second I started to come, his mouth latched to my pussy, sucking all the fresh wetness.

  I was his morning fruit and he was going to be loaded up for the entire fucking day.

  He savored my body like no man came close to doing. I leaned back against the cabinet, my left hand holding the edge of the counter tight, my right hand grabbing at his hair. I stared down and watched his tongue lapping against me, still going, even as my body couldn’t contain itself as I thrust forward, greedily demanding more of him.

  Jace stayed right there with me.

  When I started to calm, his mouth moved over me again, engulfing me. He then slowly kissed up over my mound and to my stomach. Using his nose, he started to lift my shirt. It was super sexy and sort of cute. Watching this outlaw nudge my shirt with his nose.

  He pulled away and stood up.

  “I didn't get my morning kiss yet,” he whispered. “Well, not from your other set of lips, sweetie.”

  Before I could say a word, Jace planted his lips to mine. It was a jarring and daring move. He outdid himself a second later, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I couldn’t contain myself as I kissed him. I tasted my own cum, my own unique flavor.

  I had never tasted myself before.

  I tingled head to toe, my toes curling tight.

  Jace slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy.

  He broke the kiss. “You’re still wet, sweetie.”

  “Yes,” I groaned. “For you, I’m always wet, Jace.”

  “Goddamn, I love hearing that from your sweet mouth. I love…”