Shattered Dreams (Shadow Souls MC Book 2) by Tamara Knowles Page B

They existed on this policy of loving each other and themselves and not giving a damn what anyone else had to say about them or their situation.
     
    It was the most freeing thing Chad had ever experienced. He knew it couldn’t last forever, but while it lasted it was beautiful and amazing. If there was any way to freeze time and makes this whole experience, these feelings, this fantastic world go on forever, he would. He wanted to lose himself in the beautiful world of her laughter, smiles, touches, and kisses.
     
    He woke up one morning in a cheap motel, tangled in her and the sheets. He pulled his arm out from under her, trying to rub some feeling back into his arm. He ran his fingers through the ends of her hair. It felt like silk and smelled like sunshine. Her skin was softer than a lamb’s ear. Just stroking her cheek and hair turned him on. He didn’t understand how any girl could be this attractive, this alluring, this magical, and this perfect.
     
    Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned toward him. “Good morning, lover.”
     
    “Good morning,” he responded, as they kissed softly and slowly, feeling each other, sensing each other.
     
    “What are we doing today?” she asked.
     
    “Well, I was thinking we could stay here for a couple days actually. Spend a lot of time naked, order pizza. Can you order beer? If we can do that, there would be no reason to leave.” Her fingers walked up and down his arm, and then she slid her hand over his chest. “What do you think?”
     
    “I think that sounds absolutely perfect.”
     
    They kissed again, deeper, pressing into each other, hands wandering across their bodies. He flipped her on to her back and ran kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. He tried to take in every inch of her and savor every single second that they were together. It was all he wanted, and all his body and soul desired. She was perfection. Before he met her, he didn’t even know she was what he wanted. Now, he couldn’t physically imagine a world without her.
     
    Their bodies rocked together, moving as one. He could sense her every emotion and knew exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it. He knew he fell short, but he tried his damnedest to give her everything she wanted.
     
    Chad rolled off her and pulled her close to him, spooning her. He never wanted to let Sierra out of his arms. Here, she was safe. As soon as she left, who knew what would happen to her. Here, he knew she would be protected—because he would never hurt her.
     
    Except for that nagging knowledge that he told her a massive lie.
     
    “Hey, babe? I’m starving. Can you get us some food?”
     
    “Yeah, sure, what do you want?” he asked.
     
    “Whatever this little town has,” she responded.
     
    He chuckled. “Sure, I’ll be back in a few.”
     
    “And when you get back, maybe I’ll have a surprise for you.” She grinned wickedly and kissed him, before kicking off the covers and disappearing into the bathroom.
     
    He chuckled and got dressed, grabbing his keys and wallet, and heading out to investigate this no-name town’s eateries. There weren’t many options, but he found a pizza joint and picked up some beer. He decided that was sufficient for their purposes.
     
    When he came back, he found Sierra sitting outside their motel room. The door was open, and a cop car was pulled up to the room.
     
    “What is going on?”
     
    “Someone threw a brick through the window. Threatening us, me.” She pressed her fingertips to her mouth, struggling to hide her emotions. “Is there something you aren’t telling me?”
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Chad stared at Sierra sitting on the pavement, looking up at him, her big brown eyes filled with fear and betrayal. He immediately wondered what Sierra knew, who had told her, and what had happened at the motel while he was out.
     
    “Why do you think I’m keeping some big secret from you after a brick was thrown through the window?”
     
    She