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  He sighed, and the suddenly shook his head as he turned to Larkin.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry ma’am.”

  Larkin smiled. “Ma’am?”

  He chuckled. “And who might you be?”

  “This is Larkin,” I raised a brow at him. “She’s with me.”

  I felt my heart swell as Larkin pulled close to me, lacing her fingers with mine and turning to kiss my arm.

  “Heard loud and clear, brother,” Ryker chuckled deeply before he smiled at her. “You got a hell of a man here, I hope you know that.”

  She grinned as she squeezed my hand. “Oh, I know.”

  Ryker turned to glanced back at Miles, and then spit at his body.

  “I don’t know if that was your kill, and I’m sorry but—”

  “No.”

  I shook my head, turning to look deep into Larkin’s eyes.

  “No more killing. Not for me.”

  “That so, huh?”

  I nodded at my friend, but my eyes never left the woman who had my heart.

  “Axe.”

  I glanced at him.

  “I’m putting the club back together.”

  My brows shot up. “What?”

  Ryker nodded grimly. “No more bullshit though. The outlaw life is one thing, but no more running guns or drugs or any of that shit. We’re going to be the club we always wanted to be, without tangling ourselves up with the toxic shit we used to.” He leveled is gaze at me as he folded his arms over his chest.

  “So, you in?”

  I laughed. “C’mon, man, you’re joking right?”

  “Nope.” His face was hardened, and my smile vanished.

  “Fuck, you’re really serious, aren’t you?”

  “I am, and I need my VP back for this.”

  “Ryker—”

  “Look,” he shook his head. “We’re both back from the dead. I get it. Not now, but think on it for a later time. Right now, with this piece of shit dead and the rest of the Savage Riders wiped out…” He paused, frowning as he looked at me and saw the small grin there. “Shit, was that you?”

  “No, that was the Los Muertos.” I grinned. “I just told them where to find them.”

  Ryker laughed darkly. “Atta boy. Well, with this shit behind us, I’ve got a little girl who hasn’t seen me in four years. And I’ve gotta go make that good. And you?” He grinned as his eyes darted between Larkin and me.

  “With me, asshole,” I growled dangerously.

  My buddy just laughed again. “Just think about it is all I’m saying.”

  “Hey Ryk?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m pretty fucking glad you’re not dead and all, but right now, I need to kiss the woman I love.”

  He grinned. “I’ll see myself out.” Ryker turned and winked at Larkin.

  “Take care of this asshole, alright?”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  He grinned at me. “Fuck, I’m glad to see you again man.”

  Ryker had barely stepped out the doors when I’d yanked Larkin against me and crushed my lips to hers. She moaned into my mouth, hugging me close and clinging to my torn shirt.

  “Axe, if you start the club again—”

  “No,” I shook my head, looking deep into her eyes. “I’m not going to be a part of that, sweetheart.”

  She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I was going to say. I just wanted to tell you that I’m not trying to change you or anything. And I’m not going to try and change you—”

  “Larkin.”

  I stopped her with a soft kiss on her cheek.

  “Angel, I want you to change me. I don’t want to be the man I’ve been for longer than I can remember. Because I’m not that man when I’m with you. With you, I want to be more than what I was before. I want to be the man you see in me.”

  She gasped quietly as I kissed her slowly, letting her feel my passion and love.

  “And I’ve got everything I could ever need right here.” I looked her right in the eye. “I love you, you know.”

  Larkin moaned as she kissed me deeply and passionately, wrapping her arms around my neck as she stood up on tiptoe to kiss me. “I love you too,” she whispered.

  “Enough to stay up on the mountain with me?”

  She choked out a laugh, brushing tears of joy away as she kissed me again.

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  I chuckled as I pulled her close and kissed her. “I think my filthy mouth is rubbing off on you.”

  She pulled back, arching her brows and blushing brightly as she bit her lip.

  “Dirty girl,” I growled.

  “And just what do you want your dirty girl to do?” Larkin purred, her voice husky and heated.

  “To spend the rest of your life with me,” I said bluntly. “I’ll take that to start with.”

  I groaned and chuckled as she flung her arms and legs around me, letting me scoop her up as I kissed her with everything I had.

  “I can definitely do that,” she moaned, softly kissing me.

  The rest of the world faded away as I lost myself in her lips, drowning in the nearness of her, and feeling both our hearts beating as one. I’d left a trail of destruction and pain in my life up until the moment I’d met her. And now? Now, things were going to change. No more pain, no more damages and demons.

  Only love.

  This really was everything I needed, right there in my arms kissing me softly. And I was never going to let her go.

  Epilogue

  Larkin

  I wake up to the sight of a single mountain flower and a note on the pillow next to me, and I smile. Axe is probably already at the shop, or maybe he went out for a morning ride to chase the sunrise first. Either way, instead of Axe, I’ve got a note and a flower lying in bed with me.

  …No, that’s not a complaint, by the way. For one, because I’m still deliciously sore and still glowing from the night before, where he made me come more times than I can remember. But also, because I’ll be seeing him soon, when I get to the shop myself. Actually, chances are, we’re going to pick up right where we left off last night — in the office, maybe in the storeroom. Or maybe over one his bikes — something that’s turned into quite the favorite of mine.

  I slip from the bed and pad into the kitchen, grabbing a mug of strong coffee and turning to look out the window out over the valley below. The house is new, and in a slightly less remote spot than where his cabin stood. Our new place is also bigger than the single-room he used to live in. Not that it would matter to the two of us, but our talks recently have turned a lot more serious where kids are involved. So, we’ll need the extra rooms sooner than later, I bet.

  We’re still up on Blackthorn, but a little less remote and a little less hidden away than he used to be. Axe runs a mechanic shop down by the main town at the base of the mountain. I work there too, actually, doing books and accounting. He’s less the reclusive mountain man these days and maybe a little more the savvy businessman. He’s still rough and sexy as hell though, I’ll say that. He still knows how to get my blood roaring when he picks me up and tosses me around before making me scream in pleasure.

  Miles’s death was a turning point for Axe. I think it finally let him bury his rage and his pain from what’d happened before with his club and to the men he called brothers. Ryker is still around — he’s pretty nomadic, but he stops in every other week or so to take us up on the offer of our guest room and a hot shower. Every now and then, he stays for longer and helps Axe out with some bigger projects at the shop.

  I’m pretty sure he’s got half the women in town taking their business to our garage now, so no complaints here.

  There’s still talk of him starting the Lost Devils up again, but Axe is adamant that he won’t be joining — that he’s past that part of his life. But really, I understand. I mean, I married an outlaw, and I know that. And I’m good with that. Hell, maybe I’ve got a little outlaw in me too.

  Oh, right we’re married now. J
ust call me Mrs. Outlaw.

  The ceremony was nothing fancy — just a quiet small thing up here on the mountain. But funny enough, it was Axe who suggested inviting Braun, Vlad, Dallas, and Austin, along with their ladies, to be a part of it.

  Maybe I’m taming my mountain beast after all. Well, but not too tame though, I’ll say that. The man still makes me feel like both a princess and a filthy little bad girl, all at once. He still makes me scream. He still knows how to be just rough enough to make me beg for more.

  I glance at the time and finish the rest of my coffee before darting back to our room to yank on some clothes. I do have to get to work, and the shop manager can be a real hard-ass. He can also just be really hard, and I’m suddenly hoping it’s a slow day so we can lock ourselves in the office for a few hours and make a mess.

  I pull open my underwear drawer, but suddenly freeze, my eyes darting over the completely empty drawer with only a little note left in it. My pulse skips and I bite my lip as I pick it up and unfold it.

  No panties today. I can promise you, I’d only ruin them when you come in today. Wear a pair of jeans. Make sure they’re tight. Got a new engine I want to show you…

  Love, Axe

  I blush furiously, my breath catching and my body already responding to his note. I can feel my pussy tingling, my arousal already making me wet and warm. My nipples harden under the thin cotton t-shirt I’m wearing as I think about his promise, and think how he knows how to make me scream sitting astride his bike with the motor rumbling through me — and with him sliding that gorgeous, huge cock into me from behind while it does.

  I dress quickly — tight jeans and a thin shirt — knowing they’re going to be coming off soon anyways. My skin tingles, and my pulse races as I grab my keys and head outside to the truck. It’s a fifteen-minute drive down the mountain to the shop. It’ll be another two minutes to get whoever else is working today to go take a hike or a lunch break.

  But after that? Well, after that, we’ve got forever.

  Just me, my outlaw, the mountain, and love.

  Because really, what else do you need?

  The End

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  Her moan fills my mouth, and when I swallow it down, my whole body comes alive. Blood roars through my veins — thundering in my ears and making my cock throb hard as stone against her small body. She trembles when she feels it, and I can damn well feel the shiver of heat that ripples through her body.

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  My hands move over her skin, and I circle my arms around her, pulling her into and against me. She melts her small body against my much bigger frame, the heat of her skin searing into my bare chest, and her chestnut hair teasing against my chin. She tilts her head up, and her soft, pouty pink lips tremble as those big blue eyes meet mine. I lean down, sear my lips to hers, and I fucking drown in that kiss.

  This shouldn't be a war at all. There shouldn't be a second’s hesitation before I pull her red lacy panties to the sides, ease my dick against her slippery, pink pussy, and bury every inch inside. There's shouldn't be a single reason for me not to spread those legs as wide as they'll go, taste the honeyed cries from her lips, and plunge myself right through her innocence until
I fill her womb with every fucking drop of my cum.

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  Oh, and the camera.

  …Yeah, this is my hesitation. This is the reason I'm somehow holding back from claiming her with everything I have.

  "Well? What's the fucking hold-up?" Nico Moretti smiles that fucking rat-like grin of his, and it takes everything I have not to stride right over and knock his fucking teeth in. I feel Rose tremble against me, her smooth skin prickling to goosebumps against me, and the rage inside of me flares hotter.

  He shouldn't be here. None of them should be here. And that fucking camera sure as shit shouldn't be here. In a perfect world, this should be just her and me, alone. In a perfect word, I go slow, and take my time, and make this something incredible for her. In a perfect world, pulling the rest of her clothes away and baring that sweet, innocent body would be for my eyes and my eyes only.