Fisher is the last man I want sleeping in my bed.
“You’re not staying here.”
“The fuck?” he tilts his head to the side like maybe he didn’t hear me properly.
“It’s been three years. Did you think I’d sit here and wait for you?”
“Not exactly, but this is my place too.”
“And what? Because your name was on the lease before you royally fucked me over you have it twisted in your head that it erases what you did to me?”
“I never fucked April.”
“I suppose you didn’t kill her either?”
His brows shoot up. “April’s dead? Fuck me. No way. That lying bitch. I was planning to track her cunt ass down and have her confess her lies to you. To prove that I’d never cheat on you. Jesus, Freya. You’re my world. Past three years all I’ve thought about was making shit right. Didn’t you read any of my letters?”
“Why would I? Why would I want to be reminded of how you broke my heart?”
“Didn’t read my letters but kept my clothes in your closet. My boots are still underourfucking bed. So tell me, baby—which of us is the liar here? You missed me. You’ve been waiting for me to return.” His smoke tainted lips crash into mine and I pound my fists against his chest.
He kisses me harder and deeper.
I don’t want this.
I don’t want him and yet my heart beats faster and faster while calling me a sorry fucking liar.
My belly does a dip, and my nipples harden. His scent wraps around me, familiar and intoxicating. Sunshine and smoke. Tears stain my cheeks as his lips caress mine.
I shake my head, but deep down I know part of what he says is true. I’ve held onto his belongings. I could have easily had someone from the club put them in storage.
I could’ve burned them. Donated to charity. Anything but keep them.
Fisher shakes me as I thrash against him. “Would you fuckin’ stop and listen.”
“You fucking destroyed me. I loved you. I loved you so God damn much it hurt to breathe without you. Do you know how many nights I laid here in this apartment and begged for God to make the pain of losing you stop? What you did chipped away at me until there was nothing left.”
He brushes my hair back, forcing me to meet his unforgiving, stormy eyes. “How could I ever choose anyone else when I had you? You could lineup a million women and tell me to choose but fuck me. I’d choose you every time.Only you, Freya.”
The words he just spoke repeat in my head. “I’d choose you every time.Only you, Freya.”
Maybe it’s the little girl who still resides inside me wishing someone would pick me. Put me first. I don’t know, but I believe him. My stupid heart squeezes in my chest and I embrace him.
This asshole of a biker I’ve loved with my whole heart. I wrap my arms and legs around him and forget all the reasons I should push him away and tell him he can’t stay. No. I allow him to take me to bed. A bed that we’ve shared many nights. A bed that I’ve spent many lonely nights in wishing for him as much as I didn’t want to.
My boyfriend’s back. No wife or child to come before me in his life. Only the club. I know it’s selfish of me to feel the way that I do about Death and the fact he has a life and responsibilities I don’t factor into.
I need to be wanted. To be first. To be the only thought for the man I’m with. Fisher could be full of shit for all I know, but right now he is saying all the right things.
He squeezes my ass. Savage and desperate. He aches for me as I have him. “That’s my girl. So fuckin’ sweet for her man. My Freya. Missed you,” he growls against my neck, nipping and sucking as he plants kisses along my jaw, working his way back to my mouth. “God damn it’s good to kiss you.” His tongue tangoes with mine, warring for dominance.
Fisher kisses me as though he can’t get enough. He’s starved for me.
Eager to reclaim what he’s lost.
Craving what only I can give him. My body and my love.
He drops me at the foot of the bed. I sit on the edge as he goes to his knees then wraps his arms around my middle. Resting his head on my breasts as I run a hand over his buzzed hair, he whispers sweet nothings.