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Sometimes you get a second chance at the path you should have taken.
Bomber nearly had Bank where he wanted him, but the night didn’t end how he’d hoped. Then he got deployed, and spent the next six years avoiding Bank and the Charon MC. But now he’s retired from the US Airforce and back home for good, he needs to work out if, like him, Bank is still wondering what could have been.
Bank has always struggled with the fact he’s attracted to both men and women. After nearly falling for Bomber’s charms in the clubhouse he panics and fearing the club would reject him as his family had, he settles down with a woman in the hopes to appear normal.
But she’s no average female. She’s out to take everything she can from Bank, and she gets away with it until Bomber comes home. The former Airman is watching closely and waiting for his chance to save the man he knows is meant to be his from the woman who would happily burn the whole world down around them all.
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Chapter One
Sunday 15thSeptember 2019
Bank
After installing the last of the side shelves on Bomber’s brand-new barbeque, I stood and took a step back, running my gaze over the whole thing to make sure I hadn’t missed anything obvious.
Scout clapped me on the back. “Looking good, brother.”
The Charons’ president’s praise made me uncomfortable, since I didn’t feel like I deserved it. Anyone could have done what I just did. “You bought the thing, I just put it together.”
He chuckled. “That’s the most important part. It was pretty fucking useless in the box. And seriously, I was dreading having to put the bitch together. Flat packs are not my friend.”
My cheeks heated a little at the club president’s words. I felt like shit for not buying anything for Bomber’s housewarming. When I’d attempted to get something, my girlfriend, Karen, who was with me at the time, had made her thoughts clear on the idea. Since I hadn’t wanted to deal with her losing her temper over it, here I was putting my time in instead.
“Guess now it’s done, I should get going.”
Scout gripped my shoulder. “You should stay and have a drink or two with us, Bank. It’s Bomber’s housewarming. A few of the old ladies will be here any minute with food to cook on this beast. Only logical that you stay to make sure this thing works.”
I nodded. That made sense. Surely, Karen would understand that and not get in my face too much over the extra time I was spending away from home. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good man. Come with me and get a beer while we wait on the food.”
Pulling my phone out as we walked, I shot off a quick text to Karen before flipping my phone on silent and pocketing it. She wasn’t going to be happy about me staying and I’d pay for it later but for now, I was going to enjoy a little time with my club brothers.
Karen and I had been together for a little over three years but she’d never been happy about how much time I had to give to the club. Considering I didn’t actually spend all that much time with my club brothers, I wasn’t sure why she got so upset the few occasions I did.
I often wondered if the club even wanted me as a brother anymore. Thanks to Karen, I basically only came to stuff that was required. Since no one had ever chased me down to ask why I wasn’t at social events, I could only conclude no one fucking missed me.
I sighed as we reached the cooler and Taz handed us both a bottle.
“Here you go, mates.”
I mumbled a thanks to the big Aussie as I popped the top and took a mouthful of the cool, bitter brew. Even though it was late October, today had been warm and the cold liquid felt damn good going down. Good enough, I moaned as I took my second swig.
When the hairs on the back of my neck tingled, I looked around to see who was focused on me. My gaze clashed with Bomber’s and the heat in his eyes froze me to the spot as memories flashed in my mind of what had happened the last time he looked at me like that. It’d been six and a half years ago, the last time Bomber was home.
“Getcha ass over here, boy.”
Bomber was twenty-four years older than me. The age gap should probably bother me, but it didn’t. The man was hot. Square jaw covered in scruff he’d have to shave off before he went back on deployment, green eyes that could look right inside a man. That gaze had seen too much. Seen things I’d tried to hide. MCs weren’t exactly known as a safe place for same-sex couples.
I wasn’t gay, but rather bisexual. I made use of the club whores the same as the other brothers, but these past few months since Bomber had been back, I’d found my gaze following him around more and more.
“Ain’t telling you again.”
His voice was gravelly as hell at the best of times, but right now it was even more so. The sound sent a shiver down my spine that landed in my cock, making me instantly hard. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. We were in the rear yard of the clubhouse, and it was well past dark. I was back in the shadows and had hoped they’d keep me hidden as I watched Bomber, but he’d seen me and now he was calling me out.
With a growl and his head lowered, he prowled over to me. Out of reflex, I stepped back but the fence stopped my retreat. Next thing I knew, Bomber’s right hand was wrapped around the front of my throat while his left palm slapped against the fence near my shoulder. Swallowing the best I could against his grip, I trembled as arousal and fear mixed together into a storm within me.
