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She looked at me in the moonlight. “You’ve killed someone before?”
Fuck.
This was going from bad to worse.
“…yeah,” I admitted. “A couple of times. Other gang members. I told you that I’d seen a lot of bad shit that made me want to change the club. Well, I’ve done a lot of bad shit, too. Things I don’t like living with. That’s why I…”
I stopped talking. Talking about the club might be a sore spot for her, seeing how angry I’d been about it the last couple of days.
Funny, all that was gone now. Now I was just sad. I’d saved the single most valuable thing in my life from the gunfight and the fire…
But she wasn’t mine anymore.
“Never mind,” I said.
She was silent for a moment. Then she murmured, “You can talk about it.”
“I’ve already done enough to fuck up your impression of me forever,” I said, trying to keep my tone light – even though my heart felt like a lead weight was crushing it. “I’d rather you not think I’m a total shit of a human being.”
“I don’t,” she whispered. “In fact… that why I said I was sorry.”
I looked at her in surprise. “For what?”
She looked up at me, and I could see the starlight reflected in her eyes. “I was horrible to you about the police thing.”
The lead weight went away. In its place, I felt something else… something like hope. But my guts still churned with guilt.
“You were right, though,” I said. “It was shitty and fucked up that I didn’t tell you. It was shitty and fucked up that I even did it in the first place.”
“But that’s not you. That’s not the real you. We all do shitty, fucked-up things… like not tell somebody we love the truth when they’re risking everything for us.” I could see her eyes welling up. A single tear beaded at the corner of her eye and rolled down her face as she whispered, “But that’s not really who we are.”
“I know,” I said, and cradled her head to my chest. “I know. Shh.”
She pushed against me and forced me to look at her. More silent tears were spilling down her cheeks. “I need you to know how sorry I am for what I did to you.”
“I know. I do. And I’m sorry too, Fiona. I’m so sorry.”
I leaned down spontaneously and kissed her. Softly… gently. I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips.
She put her hands on my face and kissed me back, harder.
I forgot everything that had happened up to that moment – all the violence, all the danger, all the heartache. All I knew is that the woman I loved – the woman I’d thought I’d lost – was back in my arms.
Without breaking our kiss, I put my hands under her jacket and around her waist, savoring the touch of her body.
With our lips still together, she shifted one leg over mine, raised herself up, and straddled me.
We kissed harder… deeper… our hands roaming over each other’s bodies.
From there we sort of lost control.
Our kissing became frenzied. No matter what else we did, no matter where we put our hands, we wouldn’t stop kissing for more than a second. I pulled up her shirt, aching to cup her bare breasts. She tugged at my jacket until it was off, then pulled up my wifebeater as fast as she could.
We finally broke off our kiss so I could spread out our jackets on the ground while she pulled off her boots and jeans. Then I lowered her down onto our makeshift bed as she fumbled with my belt.
I positioned myself over her in the moonlight. She was so beautiful – her dark hair spilling out around her head like a wild halo, the mounds of her breasts jiggling as she struggled with my belt.
I felt her hands free my already hard cock and guide me between her legs.
