Resurrection (The Lone Riders MC Series Book 3) by Michelle Betham Page B

his sordid fucking secrets… Jesus! And you think he’s just gonna take you back with open arms like nothing happened?’
    ‘It’s a mess, I know. A dangerous fucking mess, but I have to do this.’
    ‘Do what, exactly?’ That was another of those questions she didn’t really want answered.
    ‘I have to end it, Mia. I have to end it – the lies, the secrets, the sick fucking betrayal… I have to end it.’
    She stared at him – this man she’d fallen in love with. This man she’d tried to distance herself from to save herself this kind of pain, but she hadn’t been able to do it. She hadn’t been able to stop loving him, and now she was being told she had to step back, whether she liked it or not. She had to stay away.
    ‘It’s gonna be OK.’
    She shook her head again. ‘You don’t know that.’
    He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. ‘It’s gonna be OK.’
    She reached out to touch him, her fingers trailing over his cheek. ‘I hate this, Ben.’
    ‘I know,’ he sighed, taking her hand, holding it tight. ‘But if I’m seen with you, now… it’s dangerous. My dad’s a suspicious man, he’ll have eyes on me all the time, so this is the way it has to be, baby.’
    She closed her eyes as he kissed her slowly, her body falling against his, his arms wrapping around her, cocooning her in a bubble she didn’t want to burst. And then he pulled back, smiling at her, making her heart jump and her stomach flip but at the same time it filled her with a fear so strong she felt her throat tighten. ‘One for the road, huh?’
    She couldn’t help smiling back, despite everything. ‘You bet, biker boy.’
    She backed up against the wall, pulling off her shirt, wriggling out of her skirt, closing her eyes again as he stripped her naked, his fingers stroking her skin, his mouth covering her breasts.
    ‘I love you, Mia.’ His voice was low and raspy, sending Mia’s heart into overdrive.
    ‘Yeah. I kinda love you, too.’ She smiled, grabbing on to him as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her over to the bed, both of them falling onto it in a heap, laughing loudly, the fear and frustration suddenly forgotten, albeit temporarily.
    He grinned at her, ripping off his own shirt and loosening his jeans, causing Mia to bite down on her lip in anticipation. She loved looking at him, loved touching him; loved fucking him. ‘Get ready for a ride you ain’t ever gonna forget, darlin’,’ he growled, and she threw back her head and laughed as he took hold of her knees, pushing them apart, her laughter turning into a long, deep groan as he pushed inside her. His thrusts were slow and steady at first, his fingers intertwining with hers above her head, holding on tightly as the rhythm built, and he pushed deeper, thrust harder, Mia’s low groans building to cries of intense pleasure that filled the room, echoing off the walls. And then he was coming, so fast it took her breath away, and she let go of his hand, reaching down to touch herself because she wanted to come, too. She wanted them to come together; she wanted to feel what he was feeling, to be there with him when it happened, and it took just seconds for her climax to hit, for it to rock her body in time with his; the most beautiful ending she could think of.
    She kept her eyes closed as he knelt up, pulling her up with him so she straddled him. He was still inside her, and she prayed he’d stay there for just a little while longer, because now this was over she wasn’t sure she was ready to face whatever was coming next.
    ‘This isn’t goodbye, Mia. You know that, don’t you?’
    She cocked her head slightly, loving the feel of his fingertips lightly stroking the small of her back, the roughness of his jeans against her naked skin. ‘You’re one of them again. You’re a Dark Angel.’
    ‘In name, that’s all.’
    ‘You know that’s not true.’ She ran her hand almost absent-mindedly over his shorter hair.