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Zeke’s next question hangs in the air. “Is that good or bad?”
“Fucked if I know,” I snap, my frustration boiling over. I run my hands through my hair repeatedly, trying to alleviate some of the tension. “But he’s strong. He’s a fucking powerhouse, and there’s no fucking way that man is going to die from one lousy bullet. I’ve been shot, stabbed, and worked over, and I’m still here. Tobias is going to be fine,” I grit out angrily, hitting the elevator button again and again as if my repeated presses could somehow change the situation.
Zeke’s concern deepens, and he addresses me with a hint of worry in his voice. “Ah, Dirt, are you okay?”
The doors finally open, and I don’t answer him. I stalk inside, turn around, and notice Lore standing behind Zeke. She walks past him and joins me in the elevator. The doors close, and she moves to stand in front of me, her hands gently resting on my upper arms.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice soft and filled with emotion.
I meet her gaze. Surprise and gratitude overwhelm me. “What for?”
Lore swallows, her eyes searching mine. “For not giving up on my son.”
Her words hit me like a wrecking ball, and I find myself unable to speak. But the look in her eyes tells me that this is the beginning of something, a fragile bridge between past grievances and an uncertain future.
Sucking in a deep breath, I finally muster the words I’ve been struggling to find, my voice barely a whisper, “Lore, I—”
But before I can finish my sentence, Lore rises on her tiptoes and kisses me lightly, catching me completely off guard. My initial surprise causes me to step back and out of her embrace, my mind racing to process the sudden shift in our dynamic.
Lore’s gaze drops to the floor, her expression a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, as the elevator doors open on another floor. A man steps inside with us, oblivious to the charged atmosphere.
Without hesitation, I move to the side, holding the door open for the newcomer, my gaze locked on him. “Get. Out,” I order, my tone laced with a sense of urgency.
The man hesitates, glancing from me to Lore, concern etched on his face. “Ma’am, are you okay?”
My patience wears thin as I repeat myself, more forcefully this time. “Get. Out.”
Lore nods once, affirming my directive, and the man hastily scurries past me, the elevator doors closing behind him. My arm drops, and I turn back to Lore, our eyes locked in a silent conversation.
She opens her mouth as if to speak but then shakes her head. Without hesitation, I close the gap between us, my fingers gently cradling her face as I lean in and kiss her, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace that speaks volumes about the unspoken connection that has rekindled between us.
Lore’s hands entangle in my hair, her body melting into mine. This kiss feels like I’m coming home. It’s familiar and comforting, yet it feels like the beginning of so much more.
Deepening the kiss, I walk her backward until I feel the cold, hard wall of the elevator. Lore moans softly, and my cock goes hard as a rock. The years of being apart are suddenly forgotten—my body knows what it wants even if my head is telling me to slow down. The doors open again, and someone coughs, spoiling the moment.
Grabbing Lore’s hand, I pull her out of the elevator, through the lobby, and out into the sunshine. My bike is parked near the entrance to the hospital, and I make a beeline for it.
“Dirt,” says Lore, but I keep walking. “Dirt,” she repeats loudly and tugs on my hand, forcing me to stop.
“Lore, just get on my bike.”
She pulls out of my grip. “No.”
I take a step toward her, and she takes a step back.
Shaking my head, I grasp her face and look into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t feel this. Tell me you haven’t missed this, and I’ll stop. Lore, get on the bike.”
“I can’t leave.”
“Your motel?”
Lore smirks. “Not happening, biker. You and I are older, wiser, and we know how this will end. I live in Willowbrook Falls, and you live in Tourmaline with the Savage Angels. Neither of us is willing to move. We’re both headstrong and, Dirt, I like my life.”
“What about for now?”
Lore frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Until you leave, I’m yours, and you’re mine. No one else.”
