Page 105 of Ethan's Sky

She wouldn’t have been wrong. But what would it matter if he was already dead?

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t think aboutyour feelingswhen my world imploded!”

I deserve everything she’s about to toss my way and more.

They sent her away. But why?

It’s the one answer I can’t seem to figure out.

Why couldn’t she trust the police? Oak Ridge police have always been friendly with the Kings. George told her to only trust Gabe and his men, but Gabe didn’t keep her under his protection he passed her off to Eli to be under his. It’s not like Gabe to pass off his responsibility to someone else. Unless he felt her being with him would put her in more danger.

Killing a man in self-defense shouldn’t have sent her running scared. No one would’ve convicted her for killing her attacker. Especially being pregnant. A jury would’ve sympathized with her. She was doing what she felt necessary to save herself and our unborn child. So, why leave?

Skyler’s not the only one who’s been keeping secrets.My Pres and Ghost are hiding shit from me too, I’m sure of it.

What the fuck else don’t I know?

Anger surges through me. The knowledge of being deceived by my brothers, and by my woman; being kept in the dark all this time, it hits me in waves.

Left behind while I was broken, thinking something terrible might’ve happened to her too and I’d never really know since there was no trace of her existence anywhere.Fucking Ghost.I should have known he would do something like make her vanish into thin air. It’s what he’s known for.

Now, she’s everywhere. Invading my space. The clubhouse, O’Malley’s, my gym, Magpie’s. I can’t get away from her.

Truth is, I don’t want to.

I’m about to invade her personal space.

I smile to myself as an idea begins to take shape.

As fucked up as everything is, even with all the walls still built up between us, I want Skyler.I fucking need her.She’s always been mine. I hate that I don’t know her anymore and everyone else seems to know more than I do, but I’m going get her to trust me again. To open up and show me who she is underneath the mask she’s been wearing.

I know I hurt her with my words. I was pissed and hurt. She’s pulling her armor back up. Creating walls and space to keep me out. She knows she can’t fight this anymore; she doesn’t want to acknowledge it.

When we get to the clubhouse, I practically drag Skyler off my bike by the sleeve of the hoodie and into the main room.

“Where’s the Pres?” I yell to Blake who’s behind the bar slinging drinks. He nods toward Gabe’s office.

“He’s got Ghost, Hawk, Xander, and Cash in there going over some shit. Declan, Jake, and Mack are handling a shipment in the basement. Pres said church in a couple hours.”

“Thanks.”

I grab Skyler’s wrist and drag her down the hall, up the stairs and through the door to my room. Everything’s been kept clean and locked up since I don’t use it much anymore.

Pulling Skyler into to the room, I close the door, and spin her until her back is up against the hard wood.

“What are you…” Skyler gasps when my mouth comes crashing down on hers. With her face in my hands, and her body flush against the door, she isn’t getting away.

She doesn’t open right away, and I growl at her reluctance. I trace her bottom lip with my tongue, running my hand down to cup her breast, pinching her nipple through her clothes. She lets out a gasp, and I plunge my tongue inside coaxing, teasing, enticing. Her hands grip my hair, and she gives as good as she gets.

That’s my girl!

Her body goes slack against the door as she relaxes into my touch. Her knees begin to buckle. I push my body into hers, lifting her up slightly onto my knee between her thighs, holding her up against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist, I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her clothes. She lets out a soft whimper when I nudge my denim clad cock against the seam of her jeans, rocking slowly. She tips her hips, trying to get the relief she needs.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Take what you need.”

She breaks the kiss, catching her breath. I smile as I kiss down her neck. Her little moans and whimpers driving me crazy. Her hands move to my chest, her hips still. She’s slowly retreating.

She’s on the edge. Her restraint is wavering. She’s being stubborn. Her thoughts waging war inside her head.

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