Page 23 of Sinful Lies
Chapter 13
Tank
Ilower the beer bottleI’ve been nursing for the better part of an hour when Dia’s name flashes across the screen of my phone. My chest rises and falls under the weight of my heavy breathing as I connect the call and lift the phone to my ear.
“Dia? What is it Angel, are you alright?” My pulse is racing. My palms sweating. I’ve been waiting for this call for way too long.
“I’m at the office. I think I found something. Can we meet?”
“I knew you could do it, Angel. I’ll meet you at East Park down by the river. Do you remember our spot?” My father has eyes everywhere, and after our altercation at the fundraiser, I’m sure he’s plotting his next move against me. I need to meet Dia in a remote location, so I don’t put her in any more danger than she already is. Our spot is the first place that comes to mind. It holds meaning for us and even though I ask if she remembers, I know she does. We spent many nights wrapped up in each other’s arms at the edge of that river.
“I remember.” Her voice is small and breathy, and the sound of it sends all the blood in my body rushing to my cock. “There’s something I need to check first. I’ll be there soon.”
“Be careful Angel. I’ll see you soon.” I slide the beer bottle across the bar. Elle catches it, a pained look in her eyes.
“Was that her?” She draws in a hitched breath.
I nod and push away from the bar stool. “I’m going to get her and bring her back here where she belongs.”
Elle forces a smile on her lips and nods. She’s been rather understanding considering our history, but I never made a commitment to her. She’s club pussy, but she’s a sweet girl. Just not the girl for me. That has always been Dia, and always will.
I practically collide with Cobra in my rush out of the clubhouse.
“Where’s the damn fire?” He snarks.
“Under my ass.” I grin, slapping him on the arm. “Dia found something we can use. Now, I’m going to get my girl.”
“Damn straight. I’ll come with you.”
“No man. I want her to myself for a bit. Besides, Chainz is going to want everyone here when the Savage Saints arrive. I’ll be back as soon as I can, and she can fill us all in on what she found.”
Cobra pulls me into a bro hug, slapping my back. “Another reason to party tonight. Ride safe.”
I rush to my bike, the rumble of the pipes quickening my heart rate. I drive out of the gate and open the throttle, eating up the pavement underneath me. I ride hard. I can’t get to her fast enough. Every mile under my wheels is a mile closer to my future. I know she’s married, and I should back off, but I can’t. Not when her husband is a sadistic asshole. I’m no fucking boy scout, but I would never hurt her like he does. I noticed the marks on her skin and the look of fear in her eyes. She’s gotten used to him putting his hands on her and in my book, that’s never ok. I won’t let history repeat itself. Call me selfish, but I won’t walk away from her again. No matter what.
For years I drank, fought and fucked to drown out her memory, but nothing has erased her from my heart, mind or soul. She’s etched so deep inside of me no one could ever replace her. I can’t live like this anymore. All I want is her.
I pull off the main drag into the park miles from where I lived and died that night alongside my mother. Reed Hayes, a confused, misguided kid, walked into that house, but someone else walked out. I park my bike and scan the area for Dia’s car, but she’s not here yet. Climbing off my bike, the gravel road crunches under my boots. I retrieve a small flashlight and twist it on to light my path as I veer away from the parking lot lights. Pushing past the shrubbery and ducking my head under the low-hanging branches separating the path from the water’s edge. This place has become overgrown since the last time I was here. I hope the tree line opens like it used to. I shift my feet along the path, shifting loose stones under my heavy footsteps as I approach our spot. I drop to my ass at the edge of the river next to the tree with our initials carved into it. So much has changed over the years, but this mark is a permanent reminder. As much as the mark she’s carved on my heart.
I did most of my growing up under the guidance of the Krymson Destroyers, who made me who I am today. Tank is a totally different man than Reed would have been if things worked out differently. Dia loved the boy I once was, can she the love the man I am now?
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Eleven Years Ago
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My trembling handsroam across Dia’s skin, traveling up the length of her stomach. The tips of my fingers skimming the bottom of her breast. The heat radiating off her body makes my cock hard. This isn’t the first time she’s let me touch her, but it is the first time she’s hinted at taking things further.
“Are you sure?” I ask her once more, wanting to be certain she means it.
“I’m sure.” Her voice is a breathy moan under the caress of my palm against her breast. I rub her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until a hard peak forms under her bra. I let out a low groan, reaching around to unhook her bra.
I snap her bra loose with my other hand and work the straps off her slender shoulders until there’s no more material separating her breasts from my wandering hands. I lower my mouth, sucking her nipple between my lips. When I flick my tongue over it, she moans from the back of her throat, and I almost come in my pants. This isn’t my first time, but it is hers and I want it to be special for her. Something she will remember always.
“If you want me to stop, just say so.”
“I want you to stop asking and make love to me. I’m ready.” She reaches down, dipping her fingers into the waistband of my pants. I can feel her nervousness. Her body is shaking as much as mine.
