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  “Did you not see I’m right on the coast, you can practically taste the ocean from here.” She shakes her head at me and tightens her grip, pulling me closer to her.

  “Kiss me, Steven,” she whispers, trailing her fingertips up through my hair at the nape of my neck. The action making my already hard cock harden to near painful lengths. My name on her lips only intensifying it. I oblige her, digging my hands into the soft globes of her backside to lift her hips enough to wrap her legs around me. Right where she belongs, knife or no knife.

  “I can’t believe you came back to me, after all this fucking time,” I admit in the darkness, and place her on the bed. “I wanted you so damn bad then, I just didn’t want to get attached. I couldn’t have him use you against me. I couldn’t let him hurt you because of me. It didn’t matter because I would have done anything to make sure you were unharmed.” I hover over her, just feeling every inch of her body, still covered in clothes. Even with the barrier, she feels amazing. Like something I have been reaching for my whole life, but every time I got close enough, someone would pull it away. Now here I am, touching it. Touching her. She is mine—to keep. No one can hurt her to get to me or to do their bidding. “I want you.”

  “You have me. Please.” Her breathy plea has me pulling up her shirt just enough to bare her midriff to the tips of my fingers, then to my mouth. Placing hot kisses along her hypersensitive flesh, I get drunk on her gasps and moans until I have her shirt completely off. Then I start on the next article of clothing. Another unflattering bra, but I don’t care. She could wear duct tape around her chest and I would find it sexy. Peeling the black sports bra off, I start feasting on her dusky nipples. “More, I need more. Stop teasing me,” she demands making me let out a small chuckle, but I don’t listen. I have been waiting to do this the right way for far too long.

  “Every night I would replay in my head how I should have taken you. How I should have been gentle, made you come with my mouth. You just lay back and be patient.” I nip at her bellybutton, biting just enough skin between my teeth to make her hiss, then trail my mouth further down to where my hands have already gotten her pants free from her legs. Her panties, being the only obstacle, are now nothing as I tear them away. “All mine,” I whisper into the juncture of her thighs before making contact with her soft flesh. She nearly jolts off the bed when my lips meet hers forcing me to hold her still. Her musk heightens my senses and pushes me over the edge, bringing me into a frenzy. I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, licking biting and sucking the orgasm right out of her with a high-pitched scream.

  “Steven!” she yells yanking at my hair, trying to get me to stop playing with her over sensitive clit. “Oh god! Please!” she yells again as another current washes though her body and clamps down onto my fingers. Reluctantly, I pull back when the pulses have subsided and stand at the edge of the bed, look down on her flushed face.

  “Don’t die on me now, tiger. I’m just getting started.” I shed my tee shirt and flannel pajama pants quickly before I’m climbing back onto her, over her, through her, inside her. Fucking hell, this woman drives me mad. Lining myself up with her center I press forward as if to draw the moment out forever. I slowly bury my cock, inch by inch, driving us both crazy.

  “Damn it!” Before I know it, she has me flipped over onto my back and is sinking herself down onto my dick in one fluid stoke. “Ah!”

  “Fucking impatient,” I growl, gripping onto her hips. “You asked for it.” Her eyes grow wide as I lift us both from the bed, making her back slam into the nearest wall with a hard smack. The sweat from her back making a squeaking noise as it drags up and down with my thrusts. Her mouth finds mine along with her teeth as she starts biting my lip, pulling it away with a pop before coming back in for more. “You want rough?” My fingers dig into her ass cheeks, guaranteed to leave bruises.

  “Yes. Fuck me!” Oh, she has no idea. She lets out a loud cry when I pull myself from her only to toss her onto the bed. She starts to protest but I’m on her before she has the chance, gripping her hair and maneuvering her the way I want her. Her head pressed into the mattress and her ass in the air. Just the right spot for me to—smack! I lay a crack of my hand across one globe, the bright red welt of a handprint instantly forming when I pull away. “What the—” The words are lost in her throat when I plunge my cock back inside her dripping center. Plundering her once again, only this time I have reigns. Her hair still in my hand, I ball up in my fist and yank just enough for her back to bow and her shoulders to come flush with my chest. My free hand reaches around to play with her sensitive clit while my mouth goes to her ear.

  “You feel that? That’s my cock slamming against your womb. Open up for me, Tiger.” With that she tightens around me as my cock surges forward one last time, spurting everything I have into her. Coating her insides with my seed. Even if she decides to leave, she will still have a piece of me with her. I’ll make sure of it.

  Epilogue

  Barefoot in my fucking kitchen, just how I like waking up and finding her. Creeping up behind her I wrap my arms around her waist brushing my palms along her rounded stomach. “How are my girls today?” As if on cue, my daughter gives a swift kick to my hand making Lara gasp at the action. “She is just like her mom, always wanting to kick me.” I nip at her jaw then go grab myself a cup of hot coffee from the carafe.

  “I thought maybe we could name her Hanna. What do you think?”

  I shake my head. “No.” We have gone back and forth over what to name our little girl and still haven’t agreed on a name. I think she only tells me no on my picks because she wants to be the one to come up with the name.

  “But I really like that one.”

  “No, it rhymes with banana. Can you imagine the kids in school? Hanna Banana.” I shake my head again for further veto and take a sip of the hot coffee.

  “School?”

  “Yeah. That thing kids go to, to learn things.” She looks uneasy for a moment rubbing her stomach then turning her back to me. “What is it?” I ask getting closer to he once again, spinning her to face me.

  “I guess I just haven’t thought that far ahead. She was so unexpected I’ve barely wrapped my head around the thought of having a baby.” Maybe unexpected for her, but I was trying my damnedest to knock her up since the moment she walked through the door to this house. “How can we even be good parents?”

  “We will suck at being parents,” I tell her getting a smack to my chest. “But every parent does, or at least that is what I think. We will do the best we can and she will be happy. Then after she is born we can try for a son.”

  “You are not keeping me pregnant year-round.”

  “Believe me, I just might, tiger. It’s a good look on you.” I rub my thickening shaft along her leg to prove a point.

  “You were just inside me not even an hour ago,” she scolds, pulling away from me.

  “Can’t help it,” I say going for her one more time but her sudden intake of breath and hands flying toward her stomach has me pausing. “What’s wrong? Lara?” She turns toward me, a scared, shocked expression on her beautiful flushed face.

  “I think my water just broke.” I let out a laugh caging her in my arms and bring her face to me so I can capture her lips with mine. Dragging the kiss out slowly, I pull back just enough to look down at her chocolate pools, now brimming with tears.

  “We are going to be parents.”

  The end

  Jake’s Silence

  Read ahead for the first five chapters of

  Jake’s Silence.

  Prologue

  Jake

  Two years ago

  I stand in the doorway watching as Ellie wraps her arms around Kimi. She has been through so damn much, I'm glad she found a family who will love her like she deserves, and having Ellie for a mother truly couldn't be any better. For her.

  For me, not so much. Being with Ellie and Vin’s daughter isn't something they will allow—not right now. Especially since I
wanted it to happen yesterday. It fucking can't.

  Setting my bag down, I head out the door to the trailer and roll my bike down the ramp. My neck still hurts like a motherfucker and my throat feels like it’s on fire whenever I try to talk.

  Reaching into my saddlebag, I pull out my helmet and cut, throwing it on over my sweater. Before I can strap on my helmet, I hear her voice.

  “You're just going to leave without a goodbye? Again?” Without even turning around, I can tell she’s crying. Because of me.

  I turn, facing her, then start to answer, and in my stupidity, I try speaking. Instead of making words it comes out a garbled mess then I'm coughing clutching at my damaged throat.

  “Oh, shoot. No, don’t try to talk. I'm sorry.”

  Don’t you be sorry for me, baby. I just shake my head, trying to communicate to her. “You’re leaving?” she asks, and I nod. “Will you come back?” Her voice is hopeful, but I can't let it be, so I lie and shake my head no. Those damn tears spring up in her eyes again, and I want to die right there. All I do is hurt this girl, and I just can't anymore.

  I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. For a hug only, I tell myself. But when she pulls away and looks up at me with hurt in her eyes, I bring her face to mine and seal my mouth over hers, kissing her soft, tear-soaked lips.

  I get lost in the moment, fooling myself for just a second that we’re together—just a normal couple with normal problems. But when I pull back, I know it can't be. She’s seventeen. She has her whole life ahead of her. The last thing she needs is some biker holding her back. She deserves better.

  Letting her go, I hop onto my bike, needing to get away before I change my mind. Roaring the bike to life, I catch her silent goodbye in my rearview mirror as I ride away.

  Forty-Five

  Kimi

  Present day

  Taking a deep breath, I look around through the tinted windows of my car once again. I'm reluctant to open the door and get out. Sure, I went to high school, but Ellie or Vin normally dropped me off. Now…now I'm starting college, and damn it, there are so many people out there. One more deep breath. One more.

  One.

  More.

  Gripping my bag tighter, I push the door open, hit the locks, then shut it behind me. You can do this, Kimi. It’s just school. Just…school. I pull my bag strap over my head, letting it fall to my side right over my hip. Clasping the strap for support, I put one foot in front of the other, heading toward the building in front of me.

  Breathe.

  I have no freaking clue where I’m going, but the line of students stretched out before a sign-up table in front of the doors is probably my best bet. There are other tables set up all over. Different clubs to sign up for and what not, but I pay them no mind. I'm not really a club kind of girl. If I'm being honest, I'm not really a people kind of girl. If Ellie hadn’t talked me into it, I wouldn’t be here at all. But she told me it would be good for me to get out and experience the world instead of taking online courses. In a way, I suppose she’s right. I’ve lived quite the sheltered life, although I wouldn't call it shelter—more like a closed off hell.

  “Hi. Welcome to SDU. Are you a freshman?” a perky voice owned by someone with bright blonde hair asks from my left.

  “Uh…yeah,” I say, turning to meet her face. Her hair is in an impossibly high ponytail, and her bright pink lipstick outlines a wide, genuine smile. This girl is a happy one.

  “I'm Sadie,” she informs me, thrusting her hand toward me, her pink-tipped nails shining in the light. Hesitantly, I take it.

  “Kimi,” I tell her, trying to keep my native accent less pronounced. People always seem to find it funny whenever I speak. Even though Ellie said it’s just who I am and I shouldn't be ashamed of it, I still try to dial it back. Her smile falters into concentration.

  “Like, Kimmie?” I shake my head, taking my hand back. People always try to pronounce it like that.

  “No. Key-me,” I correct her, and her smile is once again back when she repeats me, getting it right this time.

  “That’s cool. I like it. So, what are you here for? I haven't declared my major yet, just trying to get a feel for what I want to do. Drives my parents crazy.” Her voice is so bubbly, it’s almost deafening.

  “Something in the medical field,” I tell her, moving forward as the line gets shorter.

  “Not much of a talker, are you? Well, I’ll fix that,” she declares, bumping her shoulder against mine.

  “You can count on that,” a deep baritone says, breaking into our one-sided conversation. “Already out befriending, Sadie?” The voice comes closer, sidling up to the blonde.

  “Stop it, Craig. I'm just being friendly.” She fake pouts at the tall man as she playfully slaps his broad chest. Her perfectly manicured hands come back into view, and I clutch my fingers into my palms, now self-conscious of my bitten nails—a nervous habit I can’t seem to keep under control.

  In fact, I'm surprised I don’t have a finger in my mouth right now. Men tend to make me nervous, Vin, and…well, Jake being the only exceptions. My brows furrow. I promised myself his memory wouldn't intrude on my thoughts today, like it has every day since he drove away. Guess that promise is broken now.

  “This is Kimi,” Sadie informs Craig as he wraps an arm around her.

  “Hey, good to meet you. Hope Pinky over here isn't too much. She can be a little over excited at times,” he tells me, earning another playful smack from Sadie.

  “Pinky?” I ask, even though I assume the nickname is due to the color she seems to be drenched in.

  “Pinky Pie,” Craig states, smiling at my questioning look.

  “What is that?”

  “My Little Pony. The pink one always bouncing off the walls, excited about everything,” he explains.

  “Oh, yeah,” I chuckle, though I have no idea what he’s talking about. Falling silent, I move forward with the line as it gets closer to the table, listening to Craig and Sadie talk back and forth. They include me every now and then, asking questions, like where I’m from and what dorm I'm in. I answer politely, and when I get my packet containing my map and schedule, I decide it’s time to leave the happy couple and go off on my own.

  Telling them goodbye, I continue on my way, exploring the campus and getting familiar with where all my classes are located. My first one, biochemistry, starts in about fifteen minutes and it’s the one I have the hardest time finding. Go figure.

  “This is crazy. You should just get back in your car and go home.” I mumble to myself as I'm walking, looking over the map. “Where the hell am I?” I'm lost and I have no clue where to go when smack! I go down hard on the floor.

  “Oh shit! I'm so sorry,” a panting voice tells me as I try to right myself on the cold concrete.

  “Zeke, what the fuck, man?” a second voice yells out as their footsteps get closer.

  “I'm so sorry. I was trying to catch the ball and didn't see you there. Did you hit your head? Are you okay?” A hand juts out in front of me, and I look up into bright green eyes. His brows dip in concern and I shake my head, then take his hand. He pulls me to my feet, and I realize my packet is no longer in my hands. Looking down, I see my papers scattered about the cement walkway, but before I can grab them, the second guy is there, bending down to do just that.

  “I'm sorry. I threw the ball a little hard. I'm Sam. Here.” He thrusts the papers toward me, and my eyes dart up, connecting with his. Taking the papers from his large hand, I avert my gaze from the even larger man.

  “That’s why you aren't QB,” the one who knocked me over states, handing me another stack of papers. How much was in that packet?

  “We can’t all be dainty like you, Zeke,” Sam laughs out. “Sorry about crashing into you. This is Zeke, by the way. Where you headed? You look to be a little lost.” His soft eyes make me smile, causing him to break out into his own smile, his bright blue eyes lighting up. He’s handsome in a subtle sort of way.

  “Thank yo
u. I'm…uh, looking for bio-chem?”

  Zeke chuckles lightly. “Yeah, that one is hidden. I'm headed there too. I’ll walk you. Check you later, Sam,” Zeke says over his shoulder with a nod.

  “That would be great. Thank you so much,” I confess, thankful for the help, even though I did feel more comfortable around Sam, if I’m being honest. There’s something about the way Blake’s eyes linger just a bit too long, but I brush it off. A history with unsavory people has probably just made me paranoid.

  “Hey, what’s your name, darlin’?” Sam asks as Zeke and I turn to walk to class.

  “Oh, yeah. I'm Kimi,” I say, regarding them both.

  “Cool name. See you around.” Sam nods in parting as he turns and walks the opposite way.

  “All right. This way,” Zeke says as we start our trek back the way I came, then take a turn I thought was an exit. Walking outside to a small courtyard, we round the corner and come to a door clearly labeled “Biochemistry.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know why the hell this door is out here and not in the hall where the others are, but here it is,” he says, pulling the door open for me to enter. “Ladies first,” he chimes as I walk by.

  The noise of cluttered chatter fills my ears as the door shuts behind us. “Seven, there you are.” Another larger than life guy walks toward is wearing what looks to be a sports uniform. The school colors, maroon and gray, with the number 20 in white on the front.

  “Hey, Blake. This is Kimi. Freshmen,” Zeke says as Blake thrusts his hand forward for me to shake. I clasp it for a second and quickly release when the professor comes walking from his office instructing us all to find a seat. I take the opportunity to break away from the guys and find a spot.

  “Open your books to page seven,” the gray-haired professor instructs as he starts writing on the white board in black marker.