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  “Ladies, can you make me something to take away, please? I’m taking Jodie out back.” Dezi gasps, and I force my gaze to her. I can see the hurt in her eyes, but I have to push it away.

  The tension builds in the room, but thankfully, Nadia says nothing.

  “You don’t take just anyone out back,” Dezi says quietly, tears swimming in her eyes, and I nod.

  “I know. Jodie isn’t just anyone, Dez.”

  The understanding takes over her face and she forces a smile, before standing and coming over to me. Reaching up on her toes, she kisses my cheek.

  “I understand. I will apologize to Jodie. I was out of line,” she tells me, and this is the Dezi I liked in the beginning.

  “Thanks, sweetheart,” I tell her and lean in to kiss her cheek. With that, she walks out of the room and I sit and wait for my woman.

  Twenty-One

  Jodie

  With Opal’s hand in mine, we walk through a small part of the woods until a clearing comes into view and I gasp. There are seven homes, all different sizes and styles. Coming here with Opal is needed. We need privacy to talk, away from everything at the club.

  “That one is Magnum and Risky’s. These homes were built over the last five years. Each of us have one. That one…” He points to a gray stone house with white wooden pillars at the front porch.

  He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me against his hard body. His scent invades my senses and I almost melt into him.

  “It’s beautiful,” I tell him.

  “It’s mine. Ours, if we go forward,” he whispers confidently, his warm breath hitting the shell of my ear and making me shiver.

  His words register and I spin in his arms. He smiles at my wide-eyed expression, before leaning in to kiss me, just a butterfly kiss before he pulls back. We stand for a few seconds, letting the words sink in between us, before I add some dark clouds over us. But before I can speak, he does.

  “No words can tell you how sorry I am. Do I want you to forgive me? Yes. Do I know it will take time? Yes. I’m in this for the long haul, babe. I’ll wait, but I’d really like you to still let me have you over and over again while you’re forgiving me. I was fucking wrong to question you about Roy not knowing about Tuck. That’s not the person you are, honey. Forgive me?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me before leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose.

  “There are so many things to say, Opal, but I’m not one to drag shit out. I would rather get it out in the open now and move on. Life is too short to sit and stew over things, the Army taught me that. But you ever treat me or question me the way you did again, I will fuck you up, Army boy.” Nodding, he kisses me again.

  His lips take hold of mine and refuse to let go, not that I’m complaining. His kisses are like melted chocolate on hot fudge. He breaks the kiss, looking me square in the eyes, and says, “Okay, hit me.”

  I don’t disappoint.

  I punch him in the stomach, and he doubles over, gasping for air. He coughs a few times then looks up and smirks before I help him straighten.

  “I meant hit me with the things you wanted to talk about, not actually hit me. Damn, woman,” he huffs.

  “I know,” I say, folding my arms.

  “Listen, we both know I messed up. I never should have said that shit in front of Creep and his club. I should have done that behind closed doors. Also, me leaving was childish, so was the fight I got into. I knew I was on my own but seeing your hurt look in my head over and over again fucked with me, so I drank to forget it,” he explains, and I nod.

  “And the woman? Miss Busty Blond?” I edge. He laughs and pulls me tighter to him.

  “She was the bartender there. She flirted with me, but I shot her down. I asked her to text Prez because I knew the fight was imminent.”

  He takes my mouth in a deep kiss that has my knees weakening, so I’m thankful he’s holding me up.

  “Nothing happened, baby. You are my woman. I would never cheat on you and never intentionally hurt you, I promise,” he tells me, and he sounds so sincere.

  “Okay, I believe you. You don’t give me the vibe of a liar. Now, how about we move on and see where this goes. I like you, Opal, I really do. Maybe too much considering how long we have known each other. But also, you scare me; this scares me,” I tell him truthfully, and he grins at me, then kisses me again. It seems he can’t stop kissing me.

  “Like you said, life is too fucking short, babe. Live each day as if it’s your last,” he says, before taking my hand and leading me deeper into the woods.

  We walk for a few moments, then we come across a clearing where there is a small wooden deck and a wooden frame with fairy lights wound through the slats. There are pillows and blankets lying all over the floor, making it look heavenly. With flowers climbing from the ground, it looks magical.

  I turn to look at Opal and see he’s smiling at me. He steps up to me, kissing me senseless. I suck in a much-needed breath as he leads me over to the slice of heaven. Helping me to sit down, he takes the seat next to me, cupping my jaw and looking deep into my eyes.

  “When we built the clubhouse, Magnum’s mom, Lilly, or as well call her, ‘Mama Masters’, said that we needed someplace nice to bring our old ladies when we needed to soften them up or make them feel special and loved,” Opal explains, and I smile at him.

  I lie flat on my back and look up at the treetops, at the blue-sky breaking through the thick branches. A serene feeling washes over me, and I relax, forgetting the headache from my hangover.

  I close my eyes, letting the sounds of nature relax me.

  I have no clue how long we lay there, but his hand on my stomach has me turning my head to face him. He smiles at me then leans in and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me. Opal slides his leg over mine, pinning me down, while his hand massages my breasts as his kisses leave me breathless.

  No words are spoken as Opal moves so he’s hovering over me, our lips still locked in a heated kiss, which is getting more frenzied. His tongue takes control of mine as his hands trail over my body.

  He pushes my shirt up over my head, taking my bra with it. He stares at me like I’m his last meal, savoring the sight before him.

  I cry out when he grips my breast savagely and sucks on my nipple. While sucking, his tongue is flicking the tight bud and my back arches up to him, offering myself up on a silver platter. His hand moves from one breast to the other, like he can’t get enough of each one. With each suck, lick and bite my body heats up, and the need to have him grows with each passing second.

  With my hands on each side of his head, I pull him back so I can look at him. His eyes are dark with desire and his lips are wet, swollen from our kisses and his sucking.

  “This needs to come off.” I pull at his club cut and denim shirt that he always looks phenomenal in. Opal climbs to his feet and gets completely naked, and a moan escapes my lips.

  Surely this man should be illegal with the way he looks. Even covered in bruises, he belongs in a freaking museum for sex objects. He runs his hands down his pecs, over his six pack and down to his cock, which is pointing at me, screaming for me to taste him. Without thinking, I climb to my knees and take him in my hand and mouth before he can protest.

  “Oh hell, babe,” he moans, gripping the back of my head and pulling my short hair tight. I moan, feeling my panties flood with need.

  With one hand pumping his shaft, I take him in my mouth as far as I can go. I use my other hand to unbutton my denim shorts. Pretty much being a single mom, I’m used to doing this one handed. With my shorts open, I slide my hand in and move my panties to the side, before gliding my fingers between my pussy lips. I let out a deep groan as I touch my clit. In a flash, Opal’s dick is no longer in my mouth and he has me flat on my back, pulling the rest of my clothes off.

  “Only I make you come, baby. Open for me.” He pushes my legs apart and stares down at my bare, needy pussy. He brings his gaze back up to me as he leans
in and licks me from bottom to top. I cry out his name as he touches my sensitive clit.

  “Damn, baby, you taste so damned good.”

  He moves his head to the side and sucks on the inside of my thigh. I whimper, so he does it again before moving to the other thigh. Opal uses his fingers to pull my pussy lips apart as he gives me a slow, long lick before sucking my clit in a pulsing action.

  My hands grip his head as I come. My body arches into him and every muscle tingles with electricity. Opal laps at my pussy, making sure he gets every drop of me.

  Slowly but surely, he crawls up my body, nudging his cock against my sensitive nub, and I whimper again. I know this makes him happy because he grins down at me. With a few slow thrusts, his cock slides over my pussy, getting juices all over it.

  “Opal,” I moan. He kisses me and I can taste my climax on his delectable lips.

  “I need to have you, Jodie. I need to feel you loving on my cock from the inside.” He hisses as I reach down to take his cock in my hand. I move to guide him into me, but he shakes his head, before moving off me.

  Opal settles down behind me, gently lifting my leg. I know what he wants, so I tuck my arm under my knee, holding my leg in place as Opal guides his dick into me. I cry out as he pushes forward slowly. Inch by inch he slides in deeper. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he brings his arm around and cups my breast as he starts to move.

  I moan and pant, loving the feel of him inside me, stretching me. Opal is the biggest I’ve had, and it shows with how snug he is in me. His pace picks up and we both moan and groan together, right here in the woods as nature carries on around us.

  The light above us shines a halo around his head as I look up at him. This man could wreck me, I know that, but I want to see and make sure that he doesn’t. With soft eyes, he leans in and kisses me. I pull his body tightly to mine as he thrusts in and out of me.

  Turning my body slightly so I can hook my arm around his neck, I pull him in for a kiss. Opal twists me at the waist and pushes my thighs together. I gasp at how tight it suddenly feels. With his hand on my tit, he uses that as leverage to fuck me harder.

  “Oh fuck, baby. This is tight. Feels so good, like expensive silk,” Opal pants out.

  “More,” is all I can push out between heavy pants.

  His hand slides up to my neck, anchoring me in place as he quickens his pace, and I want to arch my back, but he has me pinned to him. He kisses me so hard I know my lips will be swollen and bruised, but in this moment I don’t care. He could literally do anything to me, and I would take it willingly.

  With his hand on my jaw, he devours my mouth while he thrusts deep. I can feel my climax building again, and I know this one will be explosive and soak us both.

  “I can feel you. Come, baby. Fucking leave me drenched. You love coming all over me, don’t you? You like people knowing that your juicy fucking cum is coating my skin, because they can smell you on me.” His dirty words have me screaming out his name as the most intense orgasm I have ever had takes over.

  I swear I go blind from the pleasure and intensity of the climax. I blink and see Opal smiling down at me, his hips still thrusting slowly, like he has all the time in the world.

  “Did you come?” I ask, almost shyly. He shakes his head. “Oh,” I mutter, and his smile widens. “Why are you smiling like that?”

  “Because now, baby, it’s my turn,” he says, then pulls back, almost fully out of me, and slams home. Then he pulls out of me completely and flips me onto my stomach. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and slams back into me.

  I cry out again and he rides me hard and fast. He leans forward, sucking and biting my neck. I move my head to the side, giving him better access. His hot breath on my heated skin makes me shiver, and he chuckles as he picks up the pace.

  With his arms braced at the side of my head, he rides me. I tighten my thighs and Opal groans into my ear, so I tighten the muscles again, and this time he growls as he comes.

  His body shudders, and he exhales before lying on top of me, his body heat mixing with mine. We lay like that for a few seconds, before he rolls off me, pulling me to him so we’re face to face.

  His eyes have a dreamy look to them, and I smile, reaching up to cup his jaw.

  “Never felt this before, Jodie. Kind of want to keep it,” he says, and I kiss his lips.

  “Me too, Stefan.”

  We lay there in each other’s arms until Opal decides he wants to take me for a ride on the bike and maybe grab a bite to eat somewhere. I know Tucker is safe with the club, so I agree.

  Little did I know that our journey wouldn’t get us to where we wanted to go.

  Twenty-Two

  Jodie

  With my arms wrapped around Opal, we zip down the highway, the wind blowing around us. I can feel the adrenaline that riders feel, and I can see why they love being on the road so much. It’s freeing and clears your head.

  I always used to say when I was deployed that I would never take life for granted, nor my family or the man in my life. I tried that with Roy and look how that turned out. But now, sitting behind Opal, I know that I will never take him or our sudden relationship for granted again.

  Like he said, life is too short to not want something you clearly have. So, go on, take it.

  I take a chance and lift my hands in the air and scream out with joy, letting all the fears about us blow away. When I put my arms back around Opal’s waist, I can feel him chuckling, and I smile against his back, breathing in the leather of his club cut, the Rugged Skull logo proud as it sits center.

  I see we’re slowly coming back to civilization as more and more buildings appear. The need to go and see my boy has me smiling wider, knowing that Opal is excited to see him too, to explain that we’re together and what exactly ‘dibs’ means to the club.

  A loud popping sound comes from behind us, and my happy mood plummets as I suddenly realize what’s happening. Opal zigs and zags, making sure they miss, whoever they are. But I have a gut feeling I know who it is.

  Looking over my shoulder, I see Roy and another guy I don’t know gunning at us in an old black SUV. Roy is the one shooting at us. I cling to Opal as he tries to get us away, but it’s fruitless as I hear and feel it the second the bullet hits the bike. Opal loses control.

  I scream, and pictures of Tucker, me and Opal together and happy flashes in my mind. Everything happens in slow motion as we slide off to the side and I hit a grass bank, as Opal slides further down the road. My heart is racing, and I feel like I can’t catch my breath. I come to a stop with a thump, and I look up and see Opal laying in an awkward position near a rock. My heart stops.

  Screaming his name, I try to get to my feet, but my body is aching from the force of the fall. Opal is not moving, and my fear spikes.

  “You are mine now, cunt. I need to get rid of you, then I will get my boy.” Roy sneers at me as he closes the distance between us. My gaze flicks back to Opal and I scream his name, but to no avail.

  Please don’t let him be dead.

  I send prayers up to anyone that will listen to keep him alive.

  Sirens blare through the air and I see the guy with Roy look panicked.

  “Man, we got to go. Just grab the bitch,” he says, running back to his truck.

  “Fuck,” Roy growls, before he grabs me by the arm, making me cry out. He drags me to the back of the truck and throws me in. Now my fear hits an all-time high because I have no idea what he will do. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks.

  “I’ll deal with you soon, cunt,” he snarls and punches me, and everything goes black.

  Twenty-Three

  Opal

  Beeping wakes me from my sleep. I blink away the fog, forcing my eyes open to see the white tiled ceiling above me, and everything comes back like a flash flood. Making love to Jodie. Shots fired. The crash. Jodie screaming until everything went black.

  I try sitting up but the pain in my ribs halts my movements.

  “Brothe
r, take it easy,” Magnum says, holding a hand on my shoulder.

  “Jodie?” I ask him, but his face tells me what I want to know.

  “We haven’t found her, brother. But we know who took her,” he explains, and his face hardens.

  The heart monitor beeps get faster as I wait for him to tell me, even though I think I know. My fists clench at my sides on the bed as the anger starts to take its toll, not that my people would see it.

  I look at my boys; Magnum, Slide, Slade and Lash all stand around my bed, forming a protection wall. Sarge, Rookie and Edge are missing, but I can imagine where they are: out looking for my old lady.

  No one stands alone.

  “Who?”

  Magnum leans forward, his intense gaze locking with mine.

  “Creep. But he was helped by Omen and a few of his men from the Snake Heads. We’ve already spoken to Smash. He said that Creep and a few boys went AWOL after being told to stay away from Jodie and Tuck.”

  Lash steps forward, picking up my chart and flicking through the pages before nodding at me.

  “Only a mild concussion and bruised ribs. You’re lucky you didn’t injure that ankle again. You’ll be fine in no time, man.”

  “How long have I been out?” I ask the boys.

  “About eight-hours. We’ve been looking all over for them, man, but the truck they used was reported stolen. The boys are still out looking. We’ve been taking it in turns to ride around,” he explains.

  Nodding, I lean my head back against the pillow and close my eyes. The sound of Jodie screaming my name as I laid the bike down will forever haunt me. My chest constricts. The not knowing is what will play on my mind, but I know for her sake and Tucker’s that I need to keep a level head if we are going to find her and get her home safe.

  Will she want to be with me once we find her?

  I need to get out of here so I can help find her. With what went down with Omen in the past, and now Creep, I dread to think what they’re doing to her. They’re just as sick as each other.