STICK: MC ROMANCE NOVELLA (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 8) (63 page)

8.

Zoe trembled with pleasure as she rolled onto her back and Colin swept her up in his arms. He nuzzled into her, breathing in her scent and kissing the soft skin of her shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re not an enchantress?” he laughed as he turned her face to his and kissed her softly on the lips. Zoe smiled and giggled.

“I don’t know what just came over me,” she whispered. “I’ve never done anything like that before. It just felt so… so right.”

“Since the second I laid eyes on you down by the loch, I knew I would take you to bed,” he said as he ran his hands through her hair. “Maybe I just didn’t believe it would be so soon.”

Zoe blushed and cuddled into him again. She felt so safe with him. It was as if they were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered.

As the fire crackled away and the embers burned down, they both fell soundly asleep.

As dawn broke Zoe was woken by the loud squawks of birds and she reached out her arm to discover she was alone. Disappointment filled her and her stomach dropped.

Where is Colin?
she thought as she sat up and looked around the room.

She was certainly alone. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked towards the door. She was about to reach out and grab the handle when she heard the loud clattering of footsteps and armor hurtling down the corridor towards her room.

She backed away from the door and reached for the dress Colin had given her the day before. She pulled it down over her nightie and rushed up against the back wall. There was nowhere for her to hide. She was trapped.

The footsteps came to halt outside of the room, and she prayed to any God listening that she would be saved. There was a loud hammer on the door, but she didn’t dare speak. After a second, the door came crashing open and Colin stood there with fear in his eyes.

“Come, now!” he shouted as he dashed towards her and grabbed her by the wrist. “You must run! Douglas and a mob are coming for you!”

Zoe and Colin ran down the castle’s cavernous hallways, followed by an army of armed guards. They split off in different directions throughout the castle to try and throw Douglas off the scent and disappeared down a thin corridor and into a long forgotten room.

“I don’t think he will look for you here,” he whispered. “This room was our parents’.” He looked down with sorrow. “How I wish they were still here to stop him from going mad like this.”

“He thinks I’m a witch,” Zoe said sadly. “Which means I can’t stay here.”

Colin shook his head.

“I’ll sneak you out of the castle tonight,” he said, “and I’ll come with you. We can run away and be together.”

Zoe liked the sound of that more than she ever thought possible, but she knew she couldn’t take Colin away from his life, and she didn’t want to be back in ancient Scotland without him. Her heart began to race with panic.

She turned and looked around the room, and with complete shock she saw something familiar. Something she had seen before and was more relieved than ever to be in the presence of again.

“That door,” she said, her finger pointing to the small, carved door in the side of the room. “I know that door.”

“Impossible,” Colin said. “No one has ever been in this room apart from my parents, myself, and my brother.”

Zoe reached up and touched his cheek. She wanted to kiss him and tell him everything, but she knew he wouldn’t understand.

“If I go through that door, I’ll be safe,” she said. “But I believe I will be able to return to you… We could meet here every night, and that way you don’t have to worry about Douglas trying to kill me or your position here at the castle.”

Colin looked confused, but he also seemed to understand.

“I trust you,” he said. “Just promise you will come back to me.”

He swept Zoe up in his arms as Douglas’s rage thundered through the halls not far from their hiding place. Their kiss was magic and it roused something in the room. When they parted, Zoe looked to the door and the familiar bright light was shining out from behind it.

“Wait for me,” she whispered as she let go of Colin’s hand and knelt by the door. She reached out for the handle and opened it just in time before Douglas charged into the room with his own armed guards ready to take her to trial.

She woke up on the floor of the archive feeling battered and bruised but full of love. Rebecca was standing in front of her with a look of horror on her face, and she dropped the clipboard that held the notes for their inventory.

“What…the…fuck?” she said, her mouth gaping open. She looked at Zoe up and down and looked at her dirty feet and the tattered brown smock she was wearing.

“Oh my God,” Zoe smiled. “You’ll never believe it…. But you were right when you said there were things down here that the world didn’t know about.”

“Where the hell have you been?” Rebecca put her hands on her hips. “And what the fuck is that door? How have I never seen it before?”

“Are you ready for the wildest adventure of your life?” Zoe raised her eyebrows. “Inventories are about to get a lot more interesting. How do you feel about journeying back to ancient Scotland and getting yourself a hot highlander boyfriend?”

Rebecca looked at her as if she was insane. “I guess I could think of worse ways to spend the afternoon,” she shrugged.

“Well,” Zoe began, “I’m about to tell you one hell of a story…”

As she recounted to her new friend of where the door had taken her and of who she had met, her heart beat solely for Colin. She knew she had met someone who was going to change her life, and she now knew she had the means to reach him whenever she needed to. The library had shown her the path her life was meant to take, and she couldn’t be more excited. Existing in two different times was going to be challenging, but it would be worth it.

She had tasted love, and she was never going to let it go…

THE END

A Stepbrother Romance

Leela Ash

Copyright ©2015 by Leela Ash. All rights reserved.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 1

Katherine checked her watch and sighed. The plane was going to be leaving in ten minutes, and she still couldn't find the right gate. She squinted up at the large sign above her head, wishing she could dig her reading glasses out of her luggage. She hadn't anticipated needing them so soon. Finally, through a stroke of luck, she saw the number she needed out of the corner of her eye and rushed just in time to make her flight.

In all honesty, it wouldn't have broken her heart to miss it. She was heading out of the country to attend her mother's wedding to some hoity-toity billionaire. As she settled into the first-class seat that her mother had set up for her, she leaned her head back and sighed. Her mother had a very specific taste in men, and she was sure, whether he was a billionaire or not, that he would match the same profile as the other assholes her mother had always gone for.

A flight attendant whisked by, asking everybody if they were comfortable and reminding them to fasten their seatbelts before takeoff. Katherine pulled the strap over her waist and smoothed the cardigan her mother had insisted she wear.

“You should wear something slimming,” she had said on the phone. “I really want you to make a good impression.”

It had made Katherine bristle. There was nothing wrong with her body. In fact, the men she had dated were all very pleased with her every curve. What did she care if her new stepfather thought she was fat? And so what if she was? She was also stunning, intelligent, and artistic. The opinion of her mother's latest boy-toy was the least of her concerns.

Still, she humored her mother and wore the cardigan, putting extra care into her makeup and jewelry. Even if the woman had always cared more about the next man in her bed than she did about her daughter, she still had a deep love and loyalty for her mother. And looking nice was more for herself, anyway. She would be meeting a lot of new people, and dressing up was just one way to boost her confidence so that her personality could shine through.

***

Dirk glanced from his father to his soon-to-be stepmother and sneered inwardly. They were taking this wedding really seriously, even though Dirk suspected that it was going to be a very short-lived relationship. The rehearsal dinner was scheduled to begin in the next hour, and they were deeply engaged in conversation with the priest. His future stepsister would be arriving soon, just in time to be introduced to the chaos of their parent's unholy union. He had no interest in meeting her, and the whole fiasco was really getting on his nerves. He had better things to do with his time than pretend to care who his dad was fucking.

He rose abruptly from the round, neatly decorated table where he had been lounging. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his tight shirt, revealing the dark marks of his neck and chest tattoos. Dirk caught his father's eye and stared at him challengingly as he pulled his hair tie out, letting his neat ponytail fall into a cascade of brown hair. His father opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it and let him go.

There was no reason for him to be there. Not when he could be working on Sally, his antique motorcycle. A few of the parts had just arrived, and now that he had escaped the rehearsal dinner, he would be able to work on her in peace. He rolled up his shirtsleeves in anticipation, grinning to himself as the caterer for the rehearsal dinner stared at his bulging, inked up forearms. He winked at her and turned away, chuckling to himself about her reddened cheeks. Most women found him irresistible. And why wouldn't they? He worked hard to look this good. Not only that, but the appeal of his money seemed to seep right into his aura.

Dirk was feeling restless. He decided to take a walk around the island. There was a spot he liked to go to think when he was agitated. Sometimes it helped to calm him down; other times it just made him more angry. When that happened, he would work on Sally or go cause some trouble. There was nothing quite like picking a fight to make a man feel alive, especially when he knew he was always going to win. One thing Dirk never did was lose. Whether it was in business or a brawl, he came out on top.

He sat quietly on the large rock that overlooked the ocean, resting his chin in his hands. It was getting a little stubbly, and the short, bristly hairs scratched the skin on his palm. He briefly considered whether to shave for the wedding or not. Thoughts of the wedding filled him with a new bout of irritation, so he stood. He needed a drink.

Chapter 2

A limo had promptly picked Katherine up and whisked her away. Before she knew it, she was stepping out onto the enormous estate, where her mother and stepfather were waiting patiently to begin the rehearsal dinner. Katherine's bags were tugged away from her, and she watched as they disappeared in a blur of maroon-colored uniforms. Suddenly, she was being embraced tightly by her mother, who smelled strongly of wine, and pushed in the direction of her reserved-looking future stepfather, who nodded politely.

“You look great, mom,” Katherine said, smiling tightly. Her mother was in a black sequined dress, and her chest boasted a round, 24-karat gold locket.

“Thank you, dear,” she said. She had never called Katherine “dear” in all her life. Katherine could tell she was putting on airs, and it made her feel a little sick. However, they hadn't seen each other in a long time and she didn't want to succumb to her negative feelings toward her mother.

“This place is beautiful,” she said, a little begrudgingly.

“You haven't seen the half of it!” her mother said, suddenly excited. She pulled Katherine by the arm. “I'm going to show her the fountain!”

Katherine followed her mother's enthusiastic pulls until they were away from the tent where the rehearsal dinner was being held. Soon, they were standing in front of a giant fountain illuminated with blue and golden lights. It looked like an image out of a fairy tale.

“Isn't this
lovely
?” her mother asked. Katherine cringed at the use of another pretentious word she had never heard in her mother's voice.

“It's definitely something,” she agreed.

“Can you imagine? Me, married to a millionaire!” her mother exclaimed.

“Yeah. And here I thought the best you could do was that mechanic. I think he was the only one you brought around who had a job.”

“He wasn't so bad,” her mother said.

“He sexually abused me for two years!” Katherine cried.

“Yeah, well that's what you say,” her mother said dismissively.

“Because it's the truth! You always believe your boyfriends over me!” she exclaimed. “You have the worst taste in men. Makes me wonder what's wrong with the rich guy you snagged. Is he a murderer? Or maybe he's a mobster! That sounds about right.”

“You were always such a jealous child, and it seems like you're jealous now, too. You just can't stand to see me happy, can you?” Her mother's eyes filled with large, wine-induced tears, and she stormed back into the tent.

Katherine groaned. There was no way she would be able to handle a rehearsal dinner now, not with that woman. She heaved a heavy sigh and turned toward the collection of large buildings, wondering where on the island she could get a drink.