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  “I need some chicken nuggets,” he groans.

  Smiling, I look back at him. He has a bag full of snacks that he’s been munching on since we started our trip this morning. Granted he’s been in and out of the car for thirteen hours, but still, he hasn’t been starved.

  “I’m ready to be in Canada already, I don’t know how much more of this shit I can handle,” Roxanne exhales as soon as she shifts the car into park.

  Pressing my lips together, I turn my head to look over at her. “I had no idea what I was getting us into,” I admit. “None. I knew he wasn’t a saint, nobody who dated Sadie would be a saint. I just didn’t know it was like this,” I admit.

  Roxanne shakes her head, a smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I knew exactly what we were getting into. The danger is half the fun. Granted, I would have rather not been shot at, but it’s all good, Carson. Enjoy the journey, seriously, you’re only twenty-three, live a little.” She winks.

  I shake my head. She’s crazy, has been since we left Marble Falls. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I give her a squeeze. “It’s okay to admit you’re scared,” I whisper. “I’m terrified.”

  Her eyes widen just a fraction, then she smirks. “Honey, I’m not scared. I’m pissed off at how some things have gone, and some of the things I’ve allowed, but I’m not scared. I’m a big girl, I got this. I’m more worried about you at this point.”

  Looking back at Axe, I let out a sigh. He’s already unbuckled and waiting to run into the restaurant and demand his chicken nuggets. “I got this, too. I just hope what I got was the right decision,” I admit.

  My door opens and our conversation ceases. Ace is looking down at me, his expression just as worried as it was a few moments ago at the gas station. “C’mon, let’s get some food in your belly,” he rumbles.

  I glance back at Roxanne who is now staring up at Houston. He’s opened her car door and is murmuring something that I can’t quite make out. Maybe this whole gunfight thing has made him want her or at least has made him want to talk to her.

  “Not your circus,” Ace grunts.

  I slip my hand in Ace’s waiting palm and roll my eyes. He doesn’t understand, Roxie’s happiness is my circus. She’s my best friend and she’s come along on this crazy-ass ride, so I need to know she’s happy that she did.

  Once I’m standing, I watch as he takes Axe out of the backseat. He wraps his hand around Axe’s and I continue to watch in awe as his big palm engulfs Axe’s teeny tiny one. “Ready, Sweet Pea?” Ace asks, twisting his head to look back at me.

  I take a few steps to fall in line at his side. He slips his arm around my hip, tugging me even closer to him. “You’re riding with me the rest of the way,” he announces.

  “I’m exhausted, Ace,” I exhale.

  He grunts, releasing my hip to open up the door to the restaurant. “Not an option, need you there, Carson.”

  The subject is dropped as soon as we walk into the restaurant. Not because I want to drop it, but because he does. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding, ordering. I’m too tired, too emotionally drained, to argue about it.

  Maybe when we’re finally settled where we’re going, I can lay down some ground rules, because what just happened, it can never happen again. I’ll never allow him to put Axe in jeopardy like that again, and I have a feeling this is just the beginning if we stay with him.

  KEYS

  ALL IS right in my little world again. It’s amazing how after just a couple of days this woman, plastered to my back, makes me feel right—whole. So fucking whole. She rests her cheek against my back, her body sore and exhausted from traveling, not to mention the fucking afternoon we had. She’s been a trooper though, even if she’s on the verge of running from me.

  I don’t even know what time it is when we pull into the Idaho chapter clubhouse. The man at the gate doesn’t even stop us to ask questions, his eyes take all of us in and he just opens the gate, I’m thankful for it.

  When we stopped at the diner, I called the Henderson chapter to warn them about the Montana one. Then I called Fury, the president of the Idaho chapter to let him know what went down, and that we were on our way.

  I watch as a mountain of a man with long blond hair and a beard walks out of the building. Another man follows him, short dark hair and a dark beard. Then a skinny fucker brings up the rear, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

  We park, I shake Carson letting her know we’re here. She slowly slides from the bike, dead on her fuckin’ feet. I know when she’s seen the three men waiting for us, her breath hitches. “They’re okay, Sweet Pea. Swear it,” I offer.

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  Roxanne climbs out of the car, and I make my way to pick up my sleeping son. He’s dead weight as I unbuckle and pull him out of the car. The six of us are a fucking sight, I’m sure. But Fury makes no mention of how we appear.

  “We’ll talk in the morning. The girls set up a couple of rooms for you,” Fury immediately announces.

  “Thanks, brother,” Baby grunts.

  We all tell him thanks and he just waves us off. There are three rooms set up for us, and I head toward one in the middle to put Axe to bed with Roxanne when I feel Carson tugging on my arm. Stopping in front of the empty room, I look down at her.

  “Can he sleep with us for tonight? I just need to know he’s okay,” she whispers.

  Lifting my hand, I rub my palm down her head and hair. It’s still soft, she’s kept it braided and there are pieces that have come out, but it’s not tangled and snarled like it should be after the day she’s had. “Yeah, Sweet Pea, we can do that,” I agree gently.

  She smiles. I watch as her entire body relaxes a bit. The three of us turn toward the first empty room, letting Baby, Houston, and Roxanne figure out their own arrangement. We make our way into the bedroom and I lock the door behind us.

  Quietly, we strip down to our underwear, even Axe. Although he’s still passed out and watching Carson strip him is pretty fuckin’ funny, I don’t laugh. I watch in amazement at how she does everything with him so goddamn flawlessly, effortlessly.

  She drags his body up the bed, in the middle, and then she crawls in beside him. I watch as she strokes his blond hair. I climb in on the other side of him, reaching across his small little sleeping body and I tuck a piece of Carson’s hair behind her ear, my eyes focused on hers.

  “Sleep,” I order. She nods. “I got you, Sweet Pea.” She nods again but doesn’t say anything.

  I watch as her eyes eventually close. She sleeps, but I don’t. I keep a vigil over her and my son. My woman, and my son. My family. She is that too, even more now than she was just a couple days ago.

  Mine to protect.

  Mine to save.

  Mine to keep safe.

  Mine to let loose and wild.

  She’s sheltered, been so bogged down by life that she hasn’t tasted the sweet freedom of being young, and I’m going to give that to her. Everything. I’m going to give her everything. All while keeping her for myself. Because I’m a selfish fuck like that.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CARSON

  I FEEL SOMETHING WET, warm, and delicious between my thighs. Keeping my eyes closed, I don’t want to wake up, this is the best dream I’ve ever had. I hear someone groan, and that’s when my eyes fly open. I look down to see a shaggy blond head between my legs. I shift my fingers, running them through Ace’s hair, tugging him away from my legs.

  “Where’s Axe?” I quietly demand.

  A slow, lazy, beautiful smile appears on his lips. “He’s with Roxie, now hush, I’m enjoying this pussy,” he growls. He shakes out of my grasp before his mouth dives between my legs again.

  My back arches as I lift my hips to meet his mouth. His tongue swirls my clit, sucking on it before I feel his teeth scrape and gently bite. When his fingers tease my center, I let out a moan. My hand lifts to his hair again, but I don’t pull him away this time. I pull him closer, loving the way he feels.

  “I
’m close,” I exhale.

  He grunts, continuing to play me like he’s done this a million times before. Like he knows exactly how my body works. The thing is, he does, he knows just what I want. Letting out a long moan, my body stiffens, and I come. It’s a slow climax that takes over my entire being, drawn out by Ace’s mouth and fingers, until my thighs twitch.

  Ace rises to his knees, reaching beneath my back and he lifts me, dragging me up his thighs until my chest is pressed against his. We’re face to face, chest to chest. I can smell myself on his lips, see my shining wetness coating them. Shifting around until my pussy is directly above his hard length, I take his base in hand and slowly slide down along his hard cock.

  Once I’m seated, and he fills me, I move forward, pressing my lips against his. I lick my wetness from his mouth, moaning at the taste. His hands find purchase on my ass before he grips me tightly, his tongue filling my mouth. Using his grip on my ass, he picks me up and slams me down along his length.

  “Ace,” I whimper against his lips.

  He growls, repeating the motion of picking me up and slamming me down again. It feels amazing against my sensitive clit, every single move feels out of this world.

  “Tell me, Carson. Tell me you trust me to keep you and Axe safe,” he growls.

  I rear back slightly, looking into his blue eyes. He’s serious. He doesn’t stop moving me along his length, over and over he fills me, stretching me, and expecting an answer from me.

  “Ace,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head. “Tell me or you don’t come,” he growls.

  I smile, moving my hand so that I can sift my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. My other hand I curl around his shoulder, my nails digging into his flesh as he continues to work me over his cock. This is not how I would like to have this conversation, or any conversation. However, I can’t deny if you’re going to have one, on the verge of orgasm, is not a bad way to have it.

  “I trust you,” I semi-lie.

  He shakes his head, his hand leaving my ass to slide around between my legs. I feel his fingers at my clit and I gasp when he pinches me. “Tell me, Sweet Pea,” he grunts.

  “I’m scared, Ace,” I admit. “I’m terrified.”

  He leans forward, his forehead resting against my chest as his fingers play with my clit and my body refuses to hold still. My hips continue to roll, to fuck him, unable to stop. After a couple of breaths, Ace presses a kiss to the center of my chest and his eyes lift to meet mine.

  “Me too,” he admits.

  I shake my head, my words unable to form as I move faster and harder along his length. My brain is gone as pure instinct takes over and I search for my release. I rise and fall against him, grinding against his fingers that continue to rub against my clit. My back arches and my head falls back before I cry out with my second climax.

  Ace’s fingers grip my hips and he uses me to jack his cock, hard and fast until he lifts his hips burying himself as deeply as he can. I feel his hot cum fill me, his cock twitching inside of me. My entire body rolls with a delicious shiver before I straighten my back and slowly open my eyes.

  “Why are you scared, Ace?” I ask through my panting breaths.

  He purses his lips together before they twitch. “Got a kid, got a woman, and I’ve never done any of that before. You were supposed to be just for fun,” he says.

  “What am I now?” I ask, holding my breath as I wait for his answer.

  His mouth touches mine, his tongue slipping out to taste my bottom lip before he leans back a bit. “You, Carson. You’re the mother to my son. You’re mine,” his hands slide up my bare back and tangle in my long hair. He pulls, forcing my head to fall back, and my spine to arch. His lips find my nipple and he sucks gently before he continues. “You’re going to wear my brand, be my Old Lady. Mine to protect, mine to keep,” he whispers.

  “I am?” I exhale. My breathing coming out in pants, but not from exertion this time, it’s for a completely different reason.

  The things he’s saying, he can’t mean them. Not only after a couple of days together. He’s crazy. I try not to let his words penetrate. When we get back, settled, and on his home turf everything will change—he will change.

  “Yeah, you are.”

  There’s a knock on the door and I scramble off of his lap, quickly crawling beneath the sheets to hide my naked body. Ace watches me as he rises to his feet, he grins shaking his head like I’m funny, or silly, or maybe he just thinks I’m kind of crazy.

  He picks up his jeans off of the floor and drags them up his legs and hips as he makes his way over to the door. He pulls it open just wide enough for him to step outside. He closes it behind him, and I can’t help but just sit and stare at the closed doorway.

  What am I doing? Why do I keep allowing him to say shit like I’m his, like we’re going to be something? I know the truth, and yet my heart races and I get a thrill of excitement every time he says the lies out loud.

  Lifting my hand to my forehead, I hold my palm against my head, wondering what the actual fuck I’m doing. I’ve been wondering it since I agreed to this whole thing. Every single damn day. And yet, here I am, still in his bed, and a willing active participant in it as well.

  KEYS

  “CALLED POPS THIS MORNING. He’s sending Nomads down to Montana to take care of them,” Fury says, speaking of talking to his father.

  I ball my fists, clenching them tightly and placing them on my hips as I inhale a deep breath. “Fuck,” I hiss.

  I know what that means. Nomads are being sent in to clean up the mess. Clean up the club, or just get rid of the chapter all together, depending on how deep the shit is piled.

  “They good guys, the ones your pops is sending in?” I ask.

  Fury frowns before he nods. “Yeah. Not just Nomads, he’s got a couple trusted brothers running the show. It’ll be all good. Montana will get cleaned up, whatever shit they’re in bed with the Aryans on, he’ll figure it out and squash that shit. Just because we wanted out of the contracts doesn’t mean all of the clubs did, and that club has been dirty for a long fuckin’ time,” he explains.

  I nod, thinking about Lucifer. They were fucking rotten, none of them stepping up to that evil piece of shit and the abuse he handed his own kid. I’m ashamed to be part of the same club as that motherfucker. I’m glad he’s fuckin’ dead.

  “Snake needs me back home,” I say with a sigh.

  Fury nods. “Girls have cooked up some breakfast. Enjoy it before you go. We got this shit handled, brother. If we need your computer expertise, I’ll call,” he says.

  I agree, then take a step back to go into the bedroom. “Good lookin’ family you got there, take care of them, yeah?” Fury says before he walks away from me.

  I don’t know why he gives me the tidbit of advice, but he isn’t wrong. Axe looks exactly like me, so of course he’s gorgeous. Carson has always been a knockout, even when she was just a teenager. Always fucking beautiful.

  “Sweet Pea, get dressed. Breakfast is waiting for us,” I call out as I walk into the bedroom. She’s there, sheets pulled up to her neck, lookin’ downright fuckable with her long tresses all tangled from my fingers.

  “Breakfast?” she asks just as her stomach grumbles.

  I chuckle. “Old Ladies cooked it, I believe,” I say, reaching for my shirt and shoving it back on. It’s dirty, it stinks, but then again so do I. There’s no point in showering this morning. I’ll be home by dinner, ready to shower and sleep in my own bed. “No time for showers, Carson. Just throw something on, your bag’s right over there,” I say, lifting my chin as I pull on my socks.

  I feel her hand on my back and then she hugs me. Her lips touching the side of my neck before she nips my earlobe. I turn my head to look at her, confused at her sudden actions. “Carson?”

  She bites the corner of her lip, “We’ll be at our final destination by tonight, won’t we?” she asks, sounding almost sad.

  I lift my chin. “Yeah, Sw
eet Pea, we will. Then the real work begins. Gotta find us a place, and all that shit,” I shrug.

  “Fuck me one more time before we go,” she demands.

  Twisting around, I grab ahold of her and drag her over my legs to rest her ass on my thigh. Confused, I search her face. “What’s this about?” I ask.

  She shrugs again, but I shake my head. “Words, Carson. What’s this about?” I ask a little sterner.

  I watch as her teeth bite the corner of her bottom lip again, and her big blue eyes meet mine. “I just. I know things will be different and I wanted this you one more time.”

  “This me? Like somehow I’m going to become a different person all of a sudden?” I ask.

  She shrugs, a-fucking-gain. I’m about to tell her that if she does it again, I’ll flip her over and spank her tight ass when she finally speaks. “I don’t think you’re going to be a different person. I just think things will change, a lot. I’m nervous, Ace. Keys, isn’t someone I know all that well, and once we’re at your home, that’s who you’ll be, again.”

  Lifting my hand up, I cup her cheek. I want to make grand promises to her, but I can’t. This has all happened too fast, and I went from livid, to fucking her in a matter of what felt like seconds. I went from pissed, to feeling something that I’ve never felt before. She’s right to think that the future is uncertain. It is. However, I’m not going to be a different person as soon as I cross the border.

  She wants promises and all I can give her is that she’ll be mine. She’ll be Axe’s mom, just as she was always meant to be. She’ll be my future kids’ mom, but past that, I don’t know what we will actually look like as a couple. I refuse to feed her a mouthful of lies. It would be fucking easier if I could—if I would.

  CARSON

  HE DOESN’T RESPOND to me. Ace’s lips crash against my own and he gives me a long, wet, delicious kiss, but he doesn’t verbally reassure me at all. “Get dressed, we need to get on the road,” he announces and sets me on my feet before he stands.