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“I’m in a motorcycle club, Letty. What my club president says is the law. What he orders is fucking gospel.”
“Biker code,” I whispered. I’d heard of it on television and in movies. I didn’t know it was a real thing.
“Yes.”
“Because of our parents?”
“No, Beautiful. It was the age difference. I was nearly nineteen, and you were barely sixteen. I never should have crossed that boundary.”
“Do you wish you would have stayed away?”
“No,” he answered with a growl as his head dipped, and he ran his nose along the line of my jaw, trailing his tongue lightly over the skin before attacking my neck. Nipping. Licking. Sucking. Open-mouthed kisses dropped along my throat and moved down to my collarbone.
I couldn’t help arching my body into his, needing more contact, more everything.
“Gage.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s get out of here.”
CHAPTER FOUR
GAGE
I loved her. Of course, I did. I loved her since the night I tasted her for the first time, and I memorized the sound of her moans when I watched the sun creeping over the horizon and felt her warmth against my skin. I knew the same breath she stared into my eyes and said she’d never been with anyone before me. When she turned those big blue trusting eyes my way, and let me worship her with my mouth. I lost my heart to her that day, and even now, she held it in two fragile, soft hands. She was the first and last person to have that power over me.
Trust was earned in my world. It was quick to lose and hard to earn back.
I’d built that trust and a bond with my brothers in the club over the last few years. I needed to build that same trust with Letty. She deserved to know the truth. There were too many fucking secrets, and I had to prove to her that I was someone she could rely on.
But I couldn’t share what I knew from church or the intel discovered by the club. There were things I could never say, and she had to find a way to accept that if we had a chance of making this work.
And then the harsh reality of my father’s crimes, the threat on Letty’s life, and the danger Mifflin placed Cynthia in only added to the shit piling up. Her mother kept as many secrets as I did, maybe more. She knew enough shit about my father to be a liability. I hoped Cynthia was smart enough to protect herself and have a plan of escape.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Letty’s words snapped me out of the debate in my head. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She swiped across the screen of her phone and sent a quick text. “Ava is good. She’s got a ride home.”
“Good.” I snuck in a kiss, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before I released it. “Get in the car, Beautiful.”
She only asked where we were headed once we left the party far behind.
“My place,” I answered. “That okay?”
“Sure.” She sounded nervous. How fucking adorable.
When we arrived at the clubhouse, I didn’t detour. I didn’t stop or talk to a fucking soul.
We rushed through the halls and stopped outside my room as I pulled out the key and unlocked the door. She entered, and I flipped on the lights, shutting the door behind us and locking it.
“This is your last chance to tell me you’re not ready or want to wait. I’ll respect that, Letty.”
“I know.” She smiled and crooked a finger. “Come here.”
I closed the distance, shrugging out of my cut and draping it over the chair next to us. My T-shirt followed.
