Read Hope (The Virtues #1) Online
Authors: Davida Lynn
After I had finished up, he looked at me. “That shirt fits you well.”
“What are you talking about?” I looked down at it, pulling the hem forward to show him just how baggy it was.
“That’s not how I meant it. The Rising Sons logo looks good on you.” He pulled me to his hard body with his good arm. My heart skipped a beat. Despite being tired as the grave, I was dying to be close to Trask again. Washing his body had only gotten me more turned on.
He kissed me hard, and I avoided his shoulders by wrapping my arms around his waist. It wasn't long before we danced our way into the bedroom. We made love again, taking our time and minding Trask’s shoulder.
It was slow and powerful, and we fell into a deep sleep afterward that lasted into the evening. I woke up first and checked to see if Trask was still running a fever. It had broken during our sleep, and I was certain that his gunshot wound wouldn’t get infected. He’d have to take great care of it with peroxide for a long time, but I knew he’d be all right.
I was back in the kitchen making coffee again when he came out. He looked worse for wear, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from my biker. He’d heal better than new. He kissed me and poured himself some hot coffee.
On his porch, we watched the sunset.
“So, what are we going to do?” He looked over at me, his five o’clock shadow getting darker by the minute.
“What do you mean?”
He smiled. “You know what I mean. You and me. Or was this just a ‘come down to save my brother and dig a bullet out of my high school sweetheart’ type weekend fling?”
“No, it’s not a weekend fling, but—” I hated that there was a but. “But I’ve got two more years of med school, and then residency.” My voice quivered. “Trask, I just don’t know if this can work.”
He looked off for quite some time. He often got lost in his thoughts, leaving me to sit there and wait. I had gotten used to making sure my negative thoughts didn’t get the best of me.
When he looked back at me, there was determination in his steely eyes. “You know, the motorcycle club is my family—” I nodded, having heard that multiple times over the weekend.
I cut him off. “Yeah, I get the whole brotherhood thing.”
His smile widened, and I realized there was more to it. It was his “you poor thing” smile.
Trask grabbed my hand, tracing down each of my fingers. He looked at me with a warmth that made me sigh.
“I mean
real
family. Bear is my father.”
I probably looked like a fool staring at Trask. He’d grown up never knowing who his father was. From three years old, he’d lived with his aunt and uncle, rarely even hearing from his mother. Our situations had brought us together.
We had made it through a crazy weekend, but this bombshell seemed to top the cake.
“What?” It was the only thing that my brain could come up with.
“It’s a long story for another time, but Bear is my dad, Hope.” He said it with a pride that glowed almost as bright as the sinking sun. “It’s how I got involved with the Rising Sons. I know it’s not news you want to hear, but maybe this is: I’ve already talked to him, and he thinks a Rising Sons Motorcycle Club chapter up in Davis might be a good idea.”
I was still in awe, and I was speechless.
Trask leaned forward. “What do you think about that?”
I smiled and fought back the lump in my throat. Ten years before, we’d decided that we couldn't be together, and now Trask was willing to make that move for me. I felt supported and loved like never before.
As a tear fell from my eye, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. His arms encircled me as the tears of joy came down.
“Hey, hey. It’s all good. You and me, we’re all good now.”
His voice resonated from his large chest, and I felt warm and safe. I’d been searching for those feelings for as long as I could remember, and I almost hated that I had to come back to Bakersfield to find them. Trask and I had both grown so much in the past ten years. He had grown in ways I could never have imagined.
The packaging may have changed, but he was still the man of my dreams.
***
I took a few days off from school to tend to Trask. I thought of it as hands-on experience. His shoulder stayed free of infections, and we talked more about him moving up to Davis. By Wednesday, we both knew I had to get back, and we both knew he couldn’t just leave Bakersfield at a moment’s notice.
Trask’s eyes sparkled when he said, “But I could probably take a bit of a vacation.”
What little I had brought I’d packed into Layne’s car. Nick was staying with Bear while he kicked the drug habit. I was still trying to wrap my head around Bear and Trask. The story was crazy, but it made complete sense. I don’t think two members of the Rising Sons Motorcycle club would have it any other way.
As I followed his motorcycle up the Golden State Highway, I had four hours to marvel at the insane weekend that brought Trask and I back together again. As he weaved in and out of the traffic, I wondered how things would work between us. I was so busy with school, but Trask was a lone wolf; he’d find plenty of ways to occupy himself.
I,
on the other hand, was going to have to fight to keep my mind on medicine and not the ripped, tattooed biker that would be waiting to take me for a ride on the back of his motorcycle when I got home. I couldn’t wait to taste that freedom again; I needed it.
I didn’t have a choice.
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Davida Lynn grew up reading everything she could get her hands on, including books she had to hide.
At nearly thirty, she has stories pouring from her fingertips.
She loves watching trashy TV, reading pulp fiction, and daydreaming about her next travel destination.
Faith is Book #2 in the Virtues series.
Raised in a family of religious zealots, she is looking for a way out.
Instead, she finds Eddie; a bad boy with nothing to lose.
After an incident with Faith’s father, they go out on the run as a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.
Can they make it to California with only a Harley and a gun?
Can Faith bring virtue to the baddest of the bad?
Faith
will be released November 30
th
, 2014.