feeling.
“Will you talk to him about it?” she asked suddenly. “About stopping?”
I didn’t tell her I had been trying to think about how to do that for months. “What makes you think he’d listen?” I asked.
“Well, you’re his VP. And you’re his son ,” she said, smirking ironically.
I laughed. “Yeah. His son.” I smiled back at her and nodded. “Look, Hadley. I’ll do what I can. I promise.”
She smiled up at me, a dazzling smile that lit up her face like Christmas. “Thank you, Ryker,” she whispered.
“Of course,” I nodded. I mimicked her smirk from a moment before. “Anything for my sister , right?”
She let out a short laugh in response, but then stopped. She looked into my eyes again. Her expression was a mixture of sadness and something else. With a jolt, I realized it was desire, raw and naked. My cock sprang to life as I returned her gaze.
“Hadley...” I murmured. A lock of her wild, dark hair had fallen partway into her face and I reached up and brushed it back. Her eyes closed briefly as my hand made contact with her skin. Her nostrils flared slightly as her head tilted back. I grabbed her, roughly, and my mouth came crushing down on hers. She moaned as I forced her lips open, devouring her, my mind a blank except for the feel of her, the heat of her. Our tongues danced as we drank each other in. I took her in my arms and picked her up, lowering her to the grassy ground.
With a gasp, Hadley opened her eyes. “No!” she cried hoarsely. “We can’t do this.” She looked at me, desperate, the pupils so large her eyes looked almost black. “Let’s go back,” she pleaded in a whisper.
That was just the trouble, I thought as I helped her up. I couldn’t go back. Neither of us could. There was no place we could go back to, where this fucked up situation didn’t exist. All we could do was try to move forward, and try our damnedest not to bring everything crashing down around us.
Neither of us spoke on the way back. We didn’t have to. Hadley’s arms were around me again, but this time her hold on me was more intimate, and more tinged with regret. Or fuck, maybe it was just my imagination. When I pulled back into the parking lot at Cooper’s, she got off the bike, handed me her helmet, and gave me a look that was at once sad and apologetic. Wordlessly, she turned toward her car. I watched her drive away.
I realized I would always be watching her drive away.
Chapter Thirteen
Hadley
Ryker.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Something had shifted between us since our conversation out on the bluff. I didn’t know if I was crazy, or what, but we weren’t just avoiding each other because of the sexual attraction anymore. I was almost sure of it.
Five days had passed since then. I had seen him a few times, at the club and at the house. But I was having a harder and harder time trying to stay away from him. We had a bond now. We shared something. A goal. Something we knew that no one else did. Every time our eyes met now, I could see every second of what had happened out on the bluff written all over his face.
It was torture.
I had been turning over in my mind the idea of going to talk to Lon about the meth situation. I was stalling, though, because frankly, I didn’t know how. I couldn’t tell him about my conversations with Jimmy or with Ryker. I knew better than to tell my dad that either of them had said anything to me about club business. And part of me was afraid to approach him at all – afraid he’d just blow me off, or worse, get angry. The world of MCs is a world of men. The opinions of a woman don’t count.
I was also really struggling in general with trying to figure out my relationship with Lon now. The last time I’d seen him, I’d been a little girl -- a rebellious one to be sure, but still, just a kid. Now, I barely knew how to interact with him as
“Will you talk to him about it?” she asked suddenly. “About stopping?”
I didn’t tell her I had been trying to think about how to do that for months. “What makes you think he’d listen?” I asked.
“Well, you’re his VP. And you’re his son ,” she said, smirking ironically.
I laughed. “Yeah. His son.” I smiled back at her and nodded. “Look, Hadley. I’ll do what I can. I promise.”
She smiled up at me, a dazzling smile that lit up her face like Christmas. “Thank you, Ryker,” she whispered.
“Of course,” I nodded. I mimicked her smirk from a moment before. “Anything for my sister , right?”
She let out a short laugh in response, but then stopped. She looked into my eyes again. Her expression was a mixture of sadness and something else. With a jolt, I realized it was desire, raw and naked. My cock sprang to life as I returned her gaze.
“Hadley...” I murmured. A lock of her wild, dark hair had fallen partway into her face and I reached up and brushed it back. Her eyes closed briefly as my hand made contact with her skin. Her nostrils flared slightly as her head tilted back. I grabbed her, roughly, and my mouth came crushing down on hers. She moaned as I forced her lips open, devouring her, my mind a blank except for the feel of her, the heat of her. Our tongues danced as we drank each other in. I took her in my arms and picked her up, lowering her to the grassy ground.
With a gasp, Hadley opened her eyes. “No!” she cried hoarsely. “We can’t do this.” She looked at me, desperate, the pupils so large her eyes looked almost black. “Let’s go back,” she pleaded in a whisper.
That was just the trouble, I thought as I helped her up. I couldn’t go back. Neither of us could. There was no place we could go back to, where this fucked up situation didn’t exist. All we could do was try to move forward, and try our damnedest not to bring everything crashing down around us.
Neither of us spoke on the way back. We didn’t have to. Hadley’s arms were around me again, but this time her hold on me was more intimate, and more tinged with regret. Or fuck, maybe it was just my imagination. When I pulled back into the parking lot at Cooper’s, she got off the bike, handed me her helmet, and gave me a look that was at once sad and apologetic. Wordlessly, she turned toward her car. I watched her drive away.
I realized I would always be watching her drive away.
Chapter Thirteen
Hadley
Ryker.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Something had shifted between us since our conversation out on the bluff. I didn’t know if I was crazy, or what, but we weren’t just avoiding each other because of the sexual attraction anymore. I was almost sure of it.
Five days had passed since then. I had seen him a few times, at the club and at the house. But I was having a harder and harder time trying to stay away from him. We had a bond now. We shared something. A goal. Something we knew that no one else did. Every time our eyes met now, I could see every second of what had happened out on the bluff written all over his face.
It was torture.
I had been turning over in my mind the idea of going to talk to Lon about the meth situation. I was stalling, though, because frankly, I didn’t know how. I couldn’t tell him about my conversations with Jimmy or with Ryker. I knew better than to tell my dad that either of them had said anything to me about club business. And part of me was afraid to approach him at all – afraid he’d just blow me off, or worse, get angry. The world of MCs is a world of men. The opinions of a woman don’t count.
I was also really struggling in general with trying to figure out my relationship with Lon now. The last time I’d seen him, I’d been a little girl -- a rebellious one to be sure, but still, just a kid. Now, I barely knew how to interact with him as
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