“I’ll meet you in your dreams. I’ll be the good-looking bastard pursuing you. Make sure you run into my arms and fuck me.” She could easily imagine him entering her dreams and being by her side even in sleep. For him, no challenge was too great when Lisa was involved, and her heart skipped a beat at the depth of his affection.
“I’ll run right to you,” she promised and felt him kiss the side of her head.
As sleep claimed them both, Lisa’s last thought was about Ryan. Naturally, it was. She was really into him to the point where an intervention would be warranted.
But she knew she’d always run toward that sweet man who loved her in the softest ways.
In every walk of life. In every parallel universe.
In every situation, she would run right to him.
Her heart was wide open now, chanting only his name, her cells cheering her on to love him deeply and forever.
Knowing, without a doubt, her sweet boy biker would be there with open arms and his signature smirk, waiting to catch her, keep her, and pursue her always.
EPILOGUE
Splice
NINE MONTHS LATER
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Splice sat his ass down on the small wall surrounding his carport and cracked open a cold can of soda after passing an identical can to Mouse, who was parked right next to him.
The summer heat was crippling, and it probably wasn’t the best time for him to build a whole-ass studio, but it was almost completed now.
“Thanks for helping, brother.”
“No problem. You and Lisa had my two hellions the other night so I could go on a date. I appreciate it, especially because I can’t leave those two with sitters anymore for how they behave.” Mouse said, talking about his five-year-old twins.
“They behaved for Lisa.”
Mouse flashed a white-toothed grin. “They loved her, couldn’t stop talking about her.”
Everyone loved Splice’s woman.
Being a territorial, possessive bastard, he didn’t altogether like everyone gravitating toward his woman, especially when he took her to the clubhouse, but more than once she’d sensed his possessiveness and calmed down his twitchy hands by letting him know she loved him best of all.
She loved him best of all.
Was there ever a better sentence he’d heard? He was lucky, that was for sure.
Loved by her was a feeling like no other, and he was determined to hold on to it this time around.
For the last month, Splice had been working on Lisa’s new home studio, so she no longer had to rent out space or commute. The building now stood only a few feet away from the main house. It meant she could easily work remotely and wouldn’t have to travel as much now that it was equipped with everything she’d need. Just a few days back, he’d put the finishing touches to the soundproofing before Primo came in and fitted all the tech stuff.
“This must have cost a pretty penny,” Mouse remarked.
Nearly fifty grand, but Splice would have paid five times that; it was worth it.
Did he mention that he was openly possessive?
He was also clingy as fuck and didn’t mind admitting that he enjoyed being by Lisa’s side and hated the days she traveled for work.
When she’d said she was ready to pull back on traveling out of state—sometimes the country—and would like to have a home studio, he’d jumped into action before his woman could change her mind.
“Worth it.” That was all he remarked, looking at the red brick building. Lisa had been putting the finishing touches to it while he’d lugged around boxes and furniture, after roping in Mouse to help.
He could hear her singing, and he smiled.
