Prologue
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, motorcycle clubs, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, motorcycle clubs, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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NOVEL PLAYLIST:
1. As Long As You Follow - Fleetwood Mac
2. Cross Me - Ed Sheeran
3. Bad Together - Dua Lipa
4. So Far Away - Dire Straits
5. Bad Liar - Imagine Dragons
6. No Matter What - Papa Roach
P R O L O G U E
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N O E L L E
Five Years & Three Months Ago
It was my toes that curled first, then my hands knotted within the white sheets below me. The left side of my face was pressed into the soft pillow that laid on my bed, and my moans were starting to grow louder with every one of his thrusts into me. It was a moment I was very thankful for that my brother had decided to take his future wife out on their monthly date night. I was sure hearing his only sister moaning his best friend’s name would not end well for anyone.
If Thomas were to find out what me and his very best friend were up to when darkness came, sometimes day light, I could only imagine what our coffins would look like. I knew better than anyone that it was always a bad idea what me and Waide Hendrix were doing and had been doing for the last year of our lives. It was one drunken night between us that led to many, many sneaky sex nights, and sneaky little kisses when no one else was around. If anyone looking from the outside would really think we were together, and not just sneaking around to get our kicks.
My eyes fluttered open, looking over my shoulder at the man who was balls deep inside of me. His dark brown hair that looked almost black was damp with sweat and slightly stuck to his forehead. I watched as a sweat bead ran down the left side of his perfectly chiselled face, over that black inked dagger he had tattooed there. His slate grey staring back at me in ways that made my inside melt. They were darker than normal, filled with lust, desire, and something else I just couldn’t place. But no matter what it was, it still had me purring on the inside.
His large, tattooed hands gripped my hips, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Waide fucking Hendrix knew exactly how to get me to climb higher and higher on that orgasmic fall. The tattooed, muscular beast of a man that had me on my knees and my back arched was everything I shouldn’t be falling for, but he was and even after a year, I was only just starting to find those feelings for him. And because of those said feelings, I knew it was time to end what we were doing before I found myself too deep in it.
The upper part of his body came over the top of me, his bare chest pressed to tightly against my back and his very skilled fingers finding the sensitive nub between my legs. His fingers made a circular motion, pushing me to the brink. My body was tightening, and I could feel myself gripping around his harden cock that worked in and out of me. His sweet whispers urging me to let go, let him hear it and let him feel it. His voice was husky, deep and everything that just made that orgasm scream out of me. My own juices wetting down my thighs, wetting him and making him groan with pleasure. It made his thrusting noisy, and I felt myself feel the flutter within the spot between my legs at the sound.
Waide’s thrusts became faster and harder, he was getting close, and both his hands found their way to my breasts as they bounced with the thrusts. My moans were continuous, coming out louder than they were before. I was riding the high of my climax, my forehead falling into the pillow in front of me. My moan were muffled but not as quiet as I would hope they were. He pushed himself up, his fingers dug into my hips, his thrust becoming hard, and I heard him curse out. I pushed back on him, arching my back trying to get him deeper within me. Though his moving hips were almost borderline painful, I took every second of it as my hands gripped my pillow.
His thrusts became erratic, and it was telling me, he was only moments away from finishing. As if he heard my thoughts, I heard his moan as he started to slow his movements. His hands slowly loosened their grip and Waide’s body came over the top of me. His lips pressing against my neck, his panting breathes tickling it. I sighed as I allowed my body to relax into the mattress underneath of us. I lapped up the moment, trying to burn it into my brain. It was moments after the sex that made me treasure it and it was going to make me regret having to tell him we couldn’t do it anymore. No more sneaking around. No more secrets, and no more lying to my brother about what I was really up to almost every night of the week.
I stayed underneath him, catching my breath as they matched his. It took him a minute before I was left feeling empty and he laid beside me. My eyes trailed down his tattooed naked body, again trying to burn the memory inside my head. I tried burning in every detail of him; the tattoos that stained most of his body; the muscles that just had a workout and the sight of him sprawled across the king size bed next to me. It was going to be one fucking sight I would miss because there was no man quite like Waide. And unfortunately for me, it was going to be the last time I saw him warming my bed the way he has.
I stay lying on my stomach for a moment longer before I roll over and push myself up into sitting position. I reach down to the towel I had kicked under my bed not long after I had gotten off the phone to Waide only a couple hours prior. I wiped myself up, and then grabbed the oversized shirt I managed to shove under pillow. I stand up, digging into the draw of my bedside table. I pull the set of knickers on, eyeing the bathroom door as I thought everything over in my head. I needed a shower; I knew that much. And I knew that I needed to get the conversation out in the open with Waide.
Feelings and hook-ups don’t work, and I didn’t need that complication in my life.
“You okay, kitten?” Waide asked, I looked over at him.
“I’m good,” I nodded with a slight smile. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you have that faraway look on your pretty little face,” He grinned at me, I swooned unwillingly. I watched as he got up, slipped the pair of boxer briefs. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
“This, us,” I waved my hand between the space in front of me. “It’s got to end,”
I watched as the thoughtful frown forms on Waide’s face. His slate grey eyes hold mine before he spoke. “Is that what you want?”
“You’re going inside for years, we know that and spoken about it many times, Waide, and I think I’m actually gaining feelings for you,” I said clearly as I could, but my voice sounded small. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I stared at him. I wasn’t sure if it thumped because of the comedown from sex, or the fear of ending something I wanted to last as long as I could possibly have it. “I think it’s just best that we end it now before you’re gone and it’s too late,”
“I don’t get sentenced for at least another three months, Noelle,” Waide said as he walked over to me and stopped a short of me. “And feelings, well that is something I can’t help you with. But if you want to end this, then your wish is my command,”
I tried to get a smile onto my face, to tell him I was okay with it. But I just couldn’t. Those dumb grey eyes of his that reminded me of storm clouds had me melting and regretting everything I just said. I knew I was doing the right thing, getting out before we got even more deeper than we already were and protecting myself from getting hurt.
“I just got to move on, right? Right,” I frowned before I nodded, agreeing with myself and look away from him. If kept looking, I would tell him to forget everything I just said.
Waide laughed lightly and his hand cupped my face, making me look up at him again. “If you need to move on to get over whatever you are feeling right now, then that’s what you need to do and I’m not going to stand in your way of it,”
I groaned as I felt myself press into his hand. “God, you’re going to kill me doing that,”
He held my eyes hostage and smiles at me.
The man was almost perfect in my eyes, but I was sure those pesky little feelings I had for him made me blind and see things I shouldn’t be seeing. My head was cloud and on high. But I would’ve been lying if I said I wasn’t shocked at how easily he agreed with what I needed to do. It stung a little, rejected by someone I thought wouldn’t. But he was just doing what I wanted to do and that counted for something.
As I fought with myself on the inside, Waide lowered his head, and his lips were pressed to mine. My mouth didn’t even need to be told what to do, it just did it. Working against his and my arms went up around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His body pressed against mine and I felt him hardening again. I had to give it to him, he was quick with the sex drive. I somehow muttered some sort of okay as his hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me with ease.
One last time, I tell myself and feel him pressed against my centre.
One last time would not fucking hurt me and I’d drink up every fucking minute of it.
THREE MONTHS LATER
My eyes were shifting between Thomas strangling the life out of Sharna’s hand, her ring sparkling somehow in the shitty court room lighting, and Waide’s back in the white, long-sleeved button down shirt he wore. My ears could barely even listen to the judge handing down his sentence. All I caught was five years and no possibility of parole. And there was a part of me that just couldn’t help but feel sorry for Waide, even though I knew he was only going to jail for the stupid club. But at the same time, I felt sorry for my brother.
For as long as I could remember, it had always been Thomas and Waide, Waide and Thomas. If one was there, the other was there; if one was in trouble, the other was in trouble. They were both as thick as thieves and I knew that Thomas was taking it hard that he was about to lose his best mate to the prison system for five years. It was already known that Waide was looking at three to five years of jail and the judge took an asshole turn driving to work and decided it was five years. Five years was a long time.
A very. Long. Fucking. Time.
I watched as Waide turned and looked over his shoulder as the two officers walked over to him. He looked at Thomas and Sharna, my eyes slightly went to them, and Thomas was still strangling the life out of Sharna’s hand. It was like he was holding onto it like it was his source of life. Waide gave him a nod, his silent way of telling my brother he was okay, it was all going to be okay. And then his eyes went to me; those haunting grey eyes holding mine hostage. I gave him a nod, my turn to tell him that his best mate would be okay and so would he. I was a thousand per cent sure that Thomas would be the first on Waide’s visiting list.
The two officers hand cuffed Waide, my heart seemed to drop as I started to realise that it was going to be the last sight of Waide for a very long time. The slight feelings I still held for Waide made me struggle a little with it all, but the plus side was that not sleeping with him had made it a little easier. Tearing my eyes from the gorgeous bastard, I looked over at my brother. Sharna was rubbing his back in a way to try to relax him. I don’t know if it was going to work with the way Thomas was. Anyone would think Waide died, not going to jail.
“Waide’s going to be fine in there,” I said to Thomas as he stood up and I followed in suit.
“I know,” Thomas said, eyeing Waide one last time before heading for the exit, dragging Sharna with him.
I take my time to follow him, excusing myself around people’s knees. I look over my shoulder at Waide, only to see him staring back at me. A small smirk on his face and a wink was thrown my way. I smiled lightly at him, staring like a moron for a moment before I turn away from him and head out the door. I had to pick up my pace to catch up to Thomas who was rushing away from the court room and out the court house. Sharna was even struggling to keep up.
It was going to be a long five years, not just for Waide, but for Thomas and everyone around Thomas.
