“I love her more than I could ever express,” he says. “I will do anything to protect her. If I die doing it, she’ll know it was the only way.”
Tears sting my eyes and I rush down the hall. Something isn’t right. I can feel it in my soul. Whatever they have planned, isn’t good enough. Especially if he’s going in with the mentality that he’s fine with dying. I look at myself in the mirror and wipe away the single fallen tear. I blow out a breath and grab a hold of the sink. I’ve never backed down from a battle. Never hid from my fears. Never let my emotions get the best of me. I’ve survived more things than any one person should ever have to face. I have the internal scars to prove it. In my heart I hold deep hatred, but I also hold love. Love that was only shown to me by two people, my mother and Zane. She made sure I knew what love felt like and Zane made sure I never forgot. He’s my greatest hope, my deepest desire, and my truest love. He’s ready to risk it all, for me.
I know what I need to do. It’s never been more clear. I’ll end this war.
Hours later, everyone finally leaves. Except for Ivy, Kace and Finn stationed at my front door as always. It doesn’t matter to me though. None of it does. I need time with Zane, that’s all I care about. So when he suggests we go to bed, I’m more than willing.
“If you like him, make your move,” I whisper to Ivy, hugging her.
Zane and I go into the bedroom and he slams his mouth to mine. I let him take what he needs, but when he tries to push me onto the bed I stop him. “What’s wrong?” he whispers.
I smile and run my hands up his solid chest. “Nothing, baby. I’m gonna ask you for something though.”
“Anything.”
I knew he’d say that, he always does. “I want you to make love to me, not fuck me.”
He searches my eyes and steps back. I watch him as he pulls off his shirt, my eyes taking in all the ink and muscle in front of me. The cut on his arm is prominent. His pants are next to go, his solid legs flexing as he removes them. The stitches look painful, but there’s no redness. It makes my heart beat faster. He bled for me.
He steps closer and very slowly undresses me. We’re both exposed, both needing each other in more ways than one. When his lips gently touch mine, I whimper as he softly kisses me. He backs us up until my legs hit the bed, slowly lowering me down. He kisses my neck, moving down my cheek to my breasts. He takes his time, loving each one, until my nipples are painfully hard. My hands are rubbing his back, enjoying the feel of his strength. His hand moves between my legs and rubs at me, making sure I’m wet, which is not necessary at all. I’m dripping with need.
He, without hurry, pushes his hard cock into me. I’m stretching, feeling every inch of him. We start moving together, slow and steady. He runs his hands down my arms and grabs my hands. Our fingers interlock and he moves them above my head.
“Look at me, babe,” he whispers.
I obey and his blue eyes slam into mine. They are heavy with desire, but full of love. It’s the most amazing sight I’ve even seen.
Our bodies drag against each other, skin on skin, steadily. I’ve never had someone make love to me. It’s more powerful than I expect it to be, and tears start filling my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, never stopping his steady movements.
“Absolutely nothing. It’s all perfect, baby,” I breathe.
He picks up the pace, but just a little and I’m starting to feel my body tighten. He knows, he feels it. When his fingers rub my clit, I see stars.
“Fuck, Harper, you’re beautiful perfection.”
I start to shake and he pinches my clit, sending me over the edge. It’s the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, ripping me in two. “Zane,” I moan as my body continues to convulse.
“I’m right behind you, babe. Your pussy is wrecking me,” he growls. A few more strokes and he’s groaning my name.
We hold each other, tightly. My face is buried in his neck. I want to remember this moment, when our hearts are completely exposed. “I love you, Zane. More than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you, Harper. Forever.”
We unknowingly doze off. I didn’t want to sleep, but being in his protective arms relaxed me too much. I look at him, studying the way the moonlight highlights his strong features. He hasn’t looked this peaceful since we first got back together. It makes me happy. Proves I’m doing what’s best.
I very carefully slide out of bed, making sure he doesn’t move. I watch him carefully as I get dressed, taking note he never moves. I grab my gun and stick it in my waist. I place the note I wrote earlier on his nightstand, nodding my head. I peek back one last time as I open the door and sigh. He’s worth it.
Getting out of the house isn’t going to be easy. I need to get past Finn who’s in the kitchen and Kace who’s in the living room. I very lightly pad down the hall and I want to thank a higher being, because they are both passed out. I am able to slip out the front door without being noticed.
I don’t have my car and I couldn’t take it if I did. They’ll hear it immediately. So, I walk. I walk miles to Club Kingsley. Ready to end this war, coming out victorious, with my father’s blood on my hands.
I walk in and there’s only members
