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To say I had enough would be an understatement. The heat on my face was an indication that my blood pressure was topping off. It was time to release some of that pressure along with years of wondering why the woman who was supposed to love me unconditionally didn’t. I was done.

“Since you seem to be chatty with Thomas, you can relay anything I’m going to say that you feel he needs to know. The PI better go away, or I will have Thomas served at the firm with a restraining order. And we know howthatwill go over. As far as seeing a biker, he is more man than Thomas will ever be. That club, as you called it. The people I have met that associated with it have been nice, accepting, and not once judgmental of me. Unlike my own mother! My father doesn’t know how lucky he is that you divorced him. My only regret is that when I got of age, I didn’t demand to live with him.

“I am his daughter and proud of it. But I am not proud to be yours. Are you listening, Mother?”

“I will not listen anymore. I’m going to hang up and let you think about what you’ve said and wait for your apology.

“Oh no, Mother. You are going to want to stay on the line and hear it all because there will be no apology, ever. Because I am done. Do you hear me? D.O.N.E. I will not get back with Thomas, he CHEATED and by that cheating put himself in a situation of his own making. When I confronted him on it, he blamed me for his faults. And you, Mother, can keep your high society ass where it is—don’t call me, don’t write me, don’t text me—I will let you know if I want to resume our relationship. And so help me, if you call my dad and say one word to him, there will never be a chance of resuming our relationship.

“But before I hang up, I will thank you for one thing—I have found who I was always supposed to be, I’ve looked for her for years. Your call has set her free. Enjoy your life, Mother, because I plan to enjoy mine.” I disconnected the call and took several deep breaths, then laid my head on my arms. I heard the screen door and didn’t bother to look, I knew it was Dom. I only briefly wondered how much he heard.

“Let’s go. You need to get out of here and clear your head. We’ll go for a ride, then you are coming to my house,” he said and laid a hand on my back and rubbed.

No hounding me about what was going on. Just giving me support. I swiveled the stool and stood.

“I think I’d like that,” I said, then closed the door and locked it. Dom never said a word, he only grabbed my keys as we walked passed the table beside the couch. Once the front door was locked, we got on his bike, and I wrapped myself around him and we were off. As we rode, I laid my head on his back and let his heartbeat release the last of my tension, guilt, and hurt.

Chapter Eleven

Jag

I’d knocked on River’sfront door and waited, but instead of hearing her moving toward the door, I heard her yelling at someone. I tried the knob and when it didn’t turn, I headed around back. When I reached for the screen door and saw her sitting on the stool, her back to the door, yelling into her cell, I stopped. It didn’t take long for me to figure out her mother was on the other end of the phone.

Overhearing River with her mom, and learning what her douchebag ex-husband had done, explained most of River’s insecurities and why she used verbal defenses to cover them. To have River, then stray, what an idiot. He never deserved her.

With her on the back of my bike, we rode in silence for an hour before I turned into Black Hawk. Everything in me wanted to prove to her that she was a desirable woman, and it was the prick’s failure in not seeing what he had, it had nothing to do with her. I also didn’t miss from the conversation that her mother was more interested in the ramifications from what the divorce had done to her social appearance than the reason why it had taken place.

All I knew were my thoughts were filled with her. And with the heat of her body pressed to mine, I was beyond worked up. I needed to show her, feel her in my arms, curled around me in my bed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was telling myself to slow down, not to frighten her. But by the time we were off the bike and entering my house and I really got a good look at her, nothing else mattered.

The door closed when I pushed River back against it and started kissing her. I only broke the kiss long enough to pull her jacket down her shoulders and pull her shirt over her head, then my lips were back on hers. If she had any doubt of what was going to take place, she didn’t voice it. Her bra followed next, and then I unfastened her pants. They were more of an issue because I would have to break the kiss to get them pushed down. Making the decision, I broke the kiss, knelt and removed her shoes. Everything was tossed to the side as I yanked until her pants were down. Briefly, I glanced at the thong she wore, but in my rush to have her naked before me, I slid them off to join her other clothing. As I stood, I took her body in. There was something to be said to be completely dressed while she was bare.

“Sweetheart, you are as close to perfection as a woman can get,” I said, my voice sounding hoarse to my own ears.

She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair and closed the space between us. River raised on tiptoes until our lips met. She started the kiss, but I took over and without pretense, I devoured her. It was the only word to describe how I demanded and thoroughly dominated the kiss. Neither of us could get enough, our tongues dueled, and I ran my hands down River’s sides, resting them on her hips. Goosebumps broke out on her skin from the trail of my hands.

I moved my hands behind her and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, then squeezed and caressed. When I lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist bringing her bare pussy in contact with the material of my jeans.

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