Page 68 of Undone

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” I groaned and positioned myself at her entrance as I slid in deep. “I need you so much, Luce.” I panted, going even deeper.

“Don’t leave me again.”

I couldn’t look her in the eye. Partly because my eyes were rolling back in my head at being back inside her sweet cunt, and partly because I knew—I couldn’t stay.

Lightning crashed overhead as we crashed together on the ground below. “I love you,” I grunted, as I felt my balls tighten and the first spurts of my seed gushed into her.

Sweaty and spent, we stayed entwined as our hearts raced as one. It took everything I had to slip from her and stand. I moved to leave, feeling the itch of dried paint on my skin.

“Lucas?”

“Don’t, Luce. I can’t.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

I sighed, finally facing her. She looked every inch a fighter in war paint as she stood. “I deserve an explanation… for everything.”

“I know and I can’t give you one.”

“It’s the MC?”

“Yes.”

“Are you implying that I’ll never win. That you’ll always choose the patch over me… over us?”

“Dammit! Luce! I can’t walk away… especially now. Vasyl’s dead. He died right in front of me. His blood is on my hands.”

Her eyes widened. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t know. But his death is no excuse to treat me like a fuck-toy.”

“You’re everything to me.”

“Prove it,” she challenged.

Instead, I turned and walked away.

I leaned against the barn for a half-hour listening as her screams and curses turned to tears.

I broke us that night.

I felt it in my bones.

I kept convincing myself it was the only way to protect her. I waited until I had myself under control before leaving. I had a Club to run and a deal to make, leaving no time for heartache and tears. Turning my emotions off and locking my heart was how I survived war before, and I knew I had to do it again.

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