I didn’t know where we were going, and for some reason, I didn’t care. Looking back, I watched as Reaper and Remi both waived to us as we left the compound and into the bright unknown.
We had been riding for three days, and with no end in sight, I wondered exactly where we were going. Balthazar only stopped when the sun started going down, always finding the nearest motel. Though he barely talked, he made sure each place was decent and had the amenities. I really looked forward to when he stopped the bike.
I was not complaining, but after two days of riding, my body ached in places I didn’t even know possible. Though I was happy to see the world around me, I wanted solid ground—something sustainable, something that didn’t flash by me in an instant.
Wherever we were going, I knew it was far. Seeing the mountains up ahead, I found myself mesmerized by their beauty. The snow-covered peaks, the colorful leaves as fall came slowly, changing everything in a beautiful blast of color. I could feel the bite of the wind as we traveled further, deeper into the mountains. Then when I thought the ride would never end, the bike turned down a shallow dirt road.
Balthazar took his time, maneuvering his bike carefully up the long trail into a small clearing where a quaint, idyllic cabin sat. Pulling up to the front of the cabin, Balthazar turned off his bike and sighed. “We’re here.”
“Where is here, exactly?”
“Starlight Peak,” A very tall man said, walking out of the cabin. “Which is part of the Beartooth Mountains in Montana. In the Valley are two towns, Celestial and Treasure Cove. The nearest major town is over a hundred miles away.”
Balthazar grinned, got off his bike, and went to greet the man. After a few manly slaps on the back, both men turned to me.
“Ari, this is Doolittle.”
“Hello,” I smiled, getting off the bike, stretching my legs. “It’s beautiful here.”
“We aim to please, ma’am.”
The man called Doolittle turned to Balthazar and said, “The cabin is stocked. It’s not much, but it’s off-grid. I’ve got a few of the new boys down the road, keeping watch. Also, there are a few drawings and pictures for you that my woman sent along. She said, not to worry, Becca is doing fine. Michaela loves having her around, and not to mention the horses.”
“Does she know I’m here?”
“No. Raina thought it best not to upset her, and Caroline agreed. However, I won’t be able to keep your brother away once he finds out. He’s on a run with Mustang and Wolf. They should be back on Monday.”
“Anything else I need to know?”
“Only that Reaper said Grimm took off and left his phone. Don’t know what that is about, but Reaper said to call him when you get the chance.”
“Thanks for everything.”
“Anything for a brother,” Doolittle said, shaking Balthazar’s hand. Soon, we were alone. Turning to the cabin, Balthazar walked in as I silently followed.
The cabin was small and open. The whole room was one big bedroom, living room, bath, and kitchen. There were no walls separating anything except a door which I prayed was where the toilet was. Looking at the bed, I wondered what the sleeping arrangements were going to be. Not that I minded sleeping on the couch. Balthazar did do all the driving, and I was sure he was just as sore as I was.
“Go ahead and bathe. I’m going to go check on the boys down the hill.” And just like that, he was gone.
Eleven
Ghost
What the hell was I thinking? There was no way I was going to be able to stay in that cabin with her.
Fuck me hard and twice on Sunday.
I don’t know when it happened, how it happened, or why it was happening, but I needed it to stop.
Like now.
I could still feel her hands on me.
The trip was pure agony.
My poor dick never got any rest. It stayed in a constant state of arousal. Every time she moved, snuggled closer, or moved her hands, my stupid appendage felt as if it would break out of my jeans. I tried everything to stop thinking about how her body felt against mine. Nothing worked.
The nights were the worst.