Declan slows down as my orgasm does and places one last kiss before moving so that he’s hovering over me.
“Damn…” I say looking up the ceiling. Declan just chuckles at me and lightly kisses me on the lips.
“As much as I hate to see you dress up, you should put your clothes back on. Don’t want anyone to walk into the house and see this beautiful body,” he says with a wink.
I have no choice but to agree with him. This is my dad’s house and I have no idea if he’s coming back here after church, or even how long church will be.
Once I’m dressed, we head out to a diner that I love, and I spend the day being Declan’s woman for the first time. I can’t help but hope that things will be good for us in the future.
I waited for so long to have a man of my own and now that I finally have it, I know I will do anything to keep it.
Chapter Three
Bullet ‘Blake Andrews’
Six weeks later
It has been six weeks of pure hell.
Watching the woman that I love be with another man fucking guts me.
I’m not sure yet if he deserves her but, fuck, you can tell that he looks at her the same way I do; like Krista hung the fucking moon.
I know that I sure as fuck don’t deserve her. She’s sexy, smart, and hilarious. She’s got one of the biggest hearts I know. I also never had to worry about how she would react to the biker lifestyle because she grew up in it. She loves the club and everything about it.
When I started as a prospect for the club, I was immediately warned about our club princess.
I could see why. She’s easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had this air or innocence around her.
I fought my attraction to her from day one.
I had been on watch for her several times. There was hardly a time when she was left alone because there are so many threats to the club and she’s definitely every brothers’ weakness here.
No matter what, she could always put a smile on my face.
There were some tough times when I started, and it’s like she knew without me telling her. She would go out of her way to try and make me laugh. It worked most of the time. When it did, she just gave me a look of understanding and would squeeze my hand or arm before walking away. I always felt like she was telling me that she would always be there for me.
I never took her up on her silent offer because I didn’t want to risk getting too close to her.
It didn’t stop me from watching her from afar. Sure, it may sound and be creepy but, fuck, that woman has something about her. I could never look away.
There were so many times that I could see she was attracted to me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.
I didn’t know if it was worth the risk. Well that’s not completely true. She was worth the risk, but I was a fucking coward. She walked away and I cursed myself for letting her go without telling her how I felt.
When she was gone I was fucking furious. We knew that she wanted her space, but that didn’t stop us from searching. That woman was smart enough to realize that and, damn, did she know how to hide. When she returned, we picked her brain on how exactly she was able to hide from us. While she was explaining, Prez had a look of pure pride on his face.
I knew that I should have stepped up before, but I couldn’t. It all comes down to me being a coward when it comes to her. I finally found a family and a place where I belonged and didn’t feel like a fucking outsider. I was too fucking scared to risk everything that I had.
I left home years ago and never looked back.
I don’t talk to my parents much anymore. My dad was absent from our life for the most part.
I have four sisters and, as the only boy, I tried my best to look out for them when my father was gone.
Then my father had wanted me to work for his company.
You wouldn’t have guessed that I was a child of a billionaire. I didn’t want any part of that life.
He didn’t like that I only cared about drawing and becoming a tattoo artist.
I left with the clothes on my back and the money I had saved from odd jobs around the city.
I could have been well-off and a trust fund brat like my sisters turned out to be, but I didn’t want to spend the endless hours working with my father and then, one day, taking over the company.
My mother never batted an eye because she had all the money that she wanted to go shopping with and ensure that she was at the top of the social ladder.
My sisters were like her clones which disturbed me. I felt like I was the only one to see them for how fake they truly were.
I left without my phone or any way for them to track me down. I caught several different buses and hitchhiked around so that I could make sure they wouldn’t find me.
I had no doubt that my dad would try everything he could to get me to work for him. Black mail wasn’t beneath him.
I miss my sisters, but there was no way that I could contact them without them going to our parents. They may have been mirror images of my mom, but they were my family. I still hoped that they
