Forever - Book 3 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) (7 page)

She  licked at my mouth as her hips lifted and pressed back down, letting her body tighten around my girth. It was insane; the best fuck I’d ever had in all of my life.

Looking up at her I said in a deep tone, “Shit. If anything ever happened to you….”

“Nothing is going to, baby.” She got off of me and moved to lie beside me as I tugged the condom off and pulled my jeans back up over my hips.

“Tell me something, Lena…” I said as I turned onto my side and pulled her to me. I wrapped my leg around her, hoping to keep her warm, though the weather was beyond pleasant..

Lying on a blanket under a tall pine tree, we lay in a state of partial undress under the canopy of the forest. I tucked Lena’s beautiful breasts back into her bra and pulled her close again. The reward was a big smile on her lips for me. I wanted that smile to stay there forever.

“Tell you what? What do you want to hear, baby?” Her fingers brushed  my face as she looked up at me, locking eyes.

“Why me?” I had to ask. She could have any man she wanted, and yet this beautiful, dangerous, ballsy woman was lying half naked with the smell of my lust all over her.

She pulled from me and sat up, giving me a look that caused me to chuckle. How quickly she went from happy to pissy. It was almost cute.

“What do you mean ‘why you’?”

I released a mischievous smirk. “Why me? Out of all the guys in Pleasant Valley, why’d you pick me? You could have had any of them, baby. All of them, shit.” I sat up as well and ran my hand through my hair before looking around for her jeans.

Selene smiled as she ran her finger across her lips and pressed it against them. “Hmmm… let me think.”

I grabbed the jeans and worked them right side out before handing them to her. “Oh, so you gotta think about it, hm?”

She laughed. “Not at all, actually. Do you really want to know?”

I shrugged like it didn’t matter, knowing that she would be salty over me not playing into her games, but I loved the frustrated expression she gave me too much not to force it at times. I waited for her answer with an expressionless look on my face.

“Well, Lucky… I could have had any guy I wanted. It’s not like I didn’t have offers…”

“That’s what I mean. You’re fucking gorgeous. Smart. Kind… Then there’s me…” I mused. She wasn’t being self-centered, she was being honest. She was the best thing to happen to Pleasant Valley. I just couldn’t understand how the fuck she ended up having to be a damn Delgado.
Fucking figures.

Selene held her hand up, interrupting my train of thought.

“I chose you, Lucas Morrison, simply because you’re the best damn man I’ve ever met. You have a good heart and you looked out for me when no one else would. Not to mention you have the face of Adonis…” Selene said with a wink. “Lucky, there was no choice. It was always you.”

My heart sped in my chest and I pulled her into my lap, cradling her against me as if she were a small child. I turned her face up toward mine and let some of my concern at losing her color my gaze.

“You’re not getting second thoughts, are you?” Selene asked in an anxious tone of voice. Her eyebrow lifted in question.

I chuckled quietly as if I had a wicked secret to share.

“What?” Selene asked sounding defensive. A crooked half smile creased her face. “Why are you laughing at me?!” Selene demanded to know.

I kissed her forehead and shook my head, trying to swallow my amusement. “No baby, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the fact that you think that I could possibly just walk away from all this.”

“All what? The club?” Selene asked with an edge to her voice.

“Fuck the club. You know what I’m talking about,” I said with an edge in my voice. She had to know how sold out I was for her. I’d told her a million times that nothing came before her. Not my friends, not my club, not my fucking life.

“All what, Lucky? Be clear,” Selene pressed as she moved out of my lap.

“You. This. Our plans. What we have is everything to me. I’d fucking gut the man that hurt you in any way. I’ve done it once, I’ll do it again, Lena. I’d sooner leave the club than abandon you; you know that, right?” I reached for her, rubbing my hand up her shoulder and around the side of her neck.

A thoughtful look came over Selene’s pretty face and she gave me a wistful smile as her eyes filled again with tears.

Shaking her head, she replied, “Yeah, I know that.”

“Well then, stop your worrying and come over here…” I said and pulled carefully at the back of her neck.

“Heck no!” Selena exclaimed as she ran her fingers through her long black hair and pulled from me. The silky tendrils curled under her touch and cascaded past her shoulders, falling over her breasts like a waterfall. My mouth watered and my libido woke up again. I swear, the woman caused me to want to turn into a nympho and stay in bed, wrapped around her all fucking day.

That doesn’t not at all sound like a bad deal.

“You want me? Come and get me,” Selene said slyly as she bit her lower lip seductively.

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

Chapter 8

Selene

The afternoon with Lucky was exactly what I needed. The fact that he’d bought me a ring and kept it a surprise was more than I could have asked for. I glanced down at it and smiled as I parked my bike just outside the garage. I planned on going for a late night ride to meet up with my handsome stud if he was free.

I slipped the ring off my left hand and moved it to the right as someone called my name.

“Selene,” the whisper was harsh, and the voice familiar, but not too much so.

Glancing around, I finally realized that someone was standing behind the large oak tree at the edge of the garage. I jogged over there and let out a soft yelp as someone’s hand wrapped around my upper arm.

Dane Miller.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Fear raced through me as I grabbed his arms and spun us, making sure I could keep my eyes on the house. He was a fucking idiot. There were tons of Black Hearts in the MC, and most of them milled around outside because we were bikers. The bikes were outside, hence the men usually were, too. Idiot!

“It’s time. The plan is in full effect tonight. The authorities are in place, and they’re ready to move.” He pulled from my hold. “Pull your shirt up and let me strap on the wire.”

“Now? No. It’s not time. I’m not ready for this, Dane.” I took a step backward. I needed Lucky. I couldn’t do this to by myself. This was my family. My dad. The man who raised me, who took care of me and protected me.

The man who killed my mother.

“They’re going to do this without us and most likely fuck it up, Selene. You’ll not come out in the wash, and Lucky and I won’t either. Please help me make this right.” He took my face in his hands. “You love him, right?”

“My father?”

“No. Lucas.” He smiled.

“Yes. More than life itself.” I pulled away from him as tears filled my eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this, though.”

I wondered if they were keeping Lucky out of the loop. If he knew, he’d hang around. It could give everything away. Maybe it was best he didn’t know.

“Well, let’s strap on the wire, and if you can force yourself to turn the recording device on, it will be just beside your left hip. You can press your hand to it like you were putting your hand on your hip. Like throwing attitude, you know, like you women do all the time.”

I gave him a hard look, and he chuckled.

“And if I don’t want my family recorded?” I knew that was going to have to go through with it. Why it was being sprung on me all of a sudden was upsetting, but the element of surprise was more important that getting me comfortable with being a rat in the midst of my kin. That probably would never have happened, so maybe the Feds were the smarter ones.

“Then don’t do it, but this is what we’ve been working toward for the last three years. There’s been another large scale incident in town, and there are some kids missing. My people are tired of waiting and called tonight the night a little over twenty minutes ago.” Dane pointed just behind me. “My van is right over there, it’s undercover of course, but I have everything ready. I’ll try and get a hold of Lucky if I can. Just do what you need to do, and if things go weird for some unknown reason, then I’ll have my men come in after you.”

“Weird? Do you know my family at all? Every fucking night is weird.” I rolled my eyes.

“Can we do it? You willing to wear the wire?” He tugged it out of his pocket and held it up toward me.

“Yeah. I guess. It’s not like anyone is going to feel me up. They all know better.” I let out a long sigh and lifted my shirt. “Don’t you dare tell Lucky that I showed you my tits, either.”

Dane’s eyes moved up from my chest to lock onto my eyes. “You’re an incredibly beautiful girl, but I’d never do anything to hurt Luck. He’s my best friend. He comes first. Always.”

I smiled, not quite minding the lecture at all. Lucky didn’t have many people in his life, but as long as he had me and Dane, I figured he would be alright. Dane was to him what Grandma was to me. I smiled at the thought of her, and turned as Dane continued to strap wires to my back and chest.

“Now, just speak normally, act normally and I’ll adjust the feed when I get back to the truck. Don’t let them know anything is up, Selene. Okay?”

“I snuck away to your stupid training. I get it. I’m not a dumbass.” I lifted my eyebrow at him.

“I’m aware. You busted several curves in our chemistry class back in high school. If you weren’t so damn cute, I’d have given you hell.” He tugged my shirt down and pulled me into a friendly hug. “Dear God, please be careful. Lucky will kill me if anything happens to you.”

“I will. Just promise me that if something does go wrong  you won’t let Lucky come into the house. Nothing good can come of him facing off against my family. They already hate him for reasons not even related to me and him.” I tugged my jacket back on and let out a long sigh.

“Does anybody suspect you and Lucky are secretly dating?”

“Fuck no.” I turned and walked toward the house, pulling my phone from my pocket. I’d spent the last weekend with my Grandma, but just in case things went badly, I wanted to talk to her one more time.

The phone rang ten times, but never went to voice mail. A sickness rose up inside of me over it. She was old and lived alone. If anything happened to her, I would die.

“Just check in with dad and then go over there. Plain and simple.” I stopped at the front door and pursed my lips. I hated being so worried about her, but outside of Lucky, she was it.

She loved me like momma used to–unashamed adoration filled with warm hugs and lots of kisses. My father wouldn’t have a problem with me going to check on her, and if he did, I would just offer to take one of his goons with me.

I steeled myself and forced my nervousness down as I opened the door, and walked into the house. I hadn’t gotten but a few steps into the foyer when my father’s voice rose up.              

“Selene, is that you, baby?” My father called from the formal dining room.

Slipping off my leather jacket, I took a deep breath before responding. “Yeah, Dad. It’s me!” I called out and rolled my eyes. The falsity between the two of us was getting rather stale, and yet neither of us was willing to bend. He was up to something, and I was too, but we would just have to keep pushing forward to see who lit the spark that would blow the relationship to hell and back. I could only pray that I would come out on top. Or alive, at least.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, which pulled a subtle jerk from me. I checked the screen quickly, hoping to keep it from the prying eyes of my cousins and father. A text message came through from a contact named ‘Romeo.’ It was my code name for Lucky, just as Juliet was his code name for me. Maybe it was silly, but it kept us able to deal with all the shit that seemed to  be stacked against us.

Romeo: See ya around 1 AM @ your place. I have business to take care of. Call me if you need me.

Juliet: K. I’m calling. I need you. Always.

Romeo: Sexy bitch. Stop being cute. I’m going to get a hard-on and now is not the time.

Juliet: Agreed. I’m not there to help you work out the tension those cause. The stiffening is horrible I hear.

Romeo: Hardy Har. Luv U.

Juliet: Ditto

I sighed. Business. I knew exactly what that meant. Club business. Oftentimes the target of the club’s business was my own family. Not that they didn’t deserve it, but it still sucked to be related to the most notorious bastard in the whole town. I loved my father, but having learned the hard way that he wasn’t a good man  left me with little choice. Not only was he one of the bad guys, but he was an asshole to boot.

“Between a rock and a hard place. That’s where I am,” I sighed quietly to myself as I tucked my phone in my back pocket and walked toward the dining room.

It often felt that no matter what I did, I would be bound to uphold a vendetta that was over four generations old. Most people didn’t even remember what the fighting started over. Most people didn’t even realize that the founding member of the Stone Wolves was a Delgado.

I loved my father – there was no question – but I was no longer loyal to him. I was a patched member of the Black Hearts, which was a rare thing in the world of bikers, but I’d proven myself. I had a load of emotional scars to prove it. After talking to my father about becoming a member just after graduating high school, he and his boys put me through the wringer.

I shivered and forced myself not to think about any of it. How many times had I almost ended up dead, or raped, or in jail because of my father’s testing periods?
Mother fucker.

The truth of the matter really boiled down to the fact that once I ponied up to be a patched member, there was no backing down. I would have been ostracized or taken into the woods and shot. You didn’t start to pledge, learn all the secrets of the club and then politely decline the rest.

It didn’t happen. Woman or man. Family or not. Once in… you were in for life.

The other thing was that it was a largely male-dominated world, and the women were just for play. Not me, though. I had a plan. Nowhere in that plan did I have any intentions of keeping up the fight against the Stone Wolves. If push came to shove, and my Dad made me choose between my love of family and Lucky, I knew I would follow my heart and stand by Lucky’s side.

Why wouldn’t I? After all, Lucky had been there for me through everything. All the times that my father was too busy managing a club and various misdealings to keep track of how I was doing, Lucky was there to help me. Every time I broke down on the side of the fucking road? Lucky. Every drug deal gone wrong? Lucky. Every almost rape or almost police bust that threatened to ruin my life forever? Lucky.

I hadn’t fared well at all over the last three years, but one thing kept me going, gave me hope, laid a promise deep inside of me.

Lucky Morrison.

I pulled my phone back out as I paused by the entrance to the dining hall, wanting to read through Lucky’s texts one more time. I loved him so much  it hurt. I’d moved his ring to the other hand just after getting home, but it’d be safer to put the fucker in my room and not have to answer questions about it later. I just couldn’t part with it. It seemed wrong.

A smile touched my face as I quickly scanned the notes, and put the phone back. I glanced up in time to see a large figure darken the doorway of the dining room in front of me.

“Oh, there you are…” Mateo, my burly cousin said in a deep-timbered voice. “What are you doing out here?” He gave me a suspicious look that was almost comical. He was the nicest member of the motley crew that I called my family. Him and I were close, but not too close. I wasn’t really  close with anyone in the house. They weren’t trustworthy. Their loyalties lay with my father, as mine should but didn’t.

I rolled my eyes as I dismissed him.
Nosey ass.

“I’m hanging up my coat,” I replied innocently, giving my cousin a defensive glare as I tugged my coat from my shoulders. “What’s it look like I’m doing? Baking cookies for your fat ass?”

Mateo brought his mitt of a hand to his chin as he regarded me with a look of deep reflection on his face. “Hmmm… Fuck I’d love some cookies.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed against him. “Seriously… Don’t hurt yourself, Mateo. You never have been the thinker of the family.”

“We can’t all be geniuses, Selene!” Mateo replied, sounding offended. He quickly shrugged it off though and pushed at my shoulder.

“It’s true. It’s tough being queen,” I said and gave him an over-exaggerated wink.

“Please. You wish. You’re still the princess around here, girly. And it looks to me like you’re standing in the dark…” Mateo said darkly as he glowered at me. Suddenly, a mischievous look crossed his face. “Ready to pounce on me!” Mateo quipped as he grabbed my neck and proceeded to tickle me.

“Mateo! Stop! I am not a little kid anymore. I’ll be twenty-one soon. Shit!” I protested.

“You’ll always be our little Lena,” Mateo said with a laugh as he messed up my hair with his gigantic mitt of a hand.

I smoothed my hair back down as I escaped my cousin’s reach, and pushed past him roughly. His big dough-like frame filled up the doorway, but with the right pressure, any man would move for a lady.

“Oh, by the way,” Mateo called. “My friend asked if you could take a look at his truck. It’s been acting funny.”

Turning on my heel, I screwed up my face as I looked at Mateo. “Why me? Why can’t you do it? Or one of your brothers?”

Mateo shook his finger at me playfully. “I work on bikes, Lena. You’re the one who knows all about those custom parts. Besides, your dad has me busy…” he explained  with a suggestive wink.

I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. I know what that means…”

I turned and walked through the elegant double doors of the dining room as my thoughts moved from simple things back to complexity. The Black Heart motorcycle club was much more than a simple headquarters for a notorious motorcycle gang. The clubhouse was elegant and refined. My Grandma had designed the interior when my mother was still alive as a Christmas present to the family one year.

Beautiful Italian leather sofas lined the foyer walls with French double doors in the dining room and a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling in each room. Where the Stone Wolves fit the cloth of the stereotypical biker image – the Black Hearts were more like Mafia on motorcycles. They were hell on wheels with knife-edged cunning and tempers that could light a dead fuse.