And I could feel it.
I could feel the final walls surrounding his fractured soul tear down, and the true man hidden behind, break through. And he was loving, and he was pure, and he was… “Mine,” I whispered, Flame’s eyes flaring and his lips parting on a feral groan at my confession.
“Maddie,” Flame whispered as his arms began to tense, his hips becoming firmer and more vigorous in their movements. His hand holding my thigh lifted my leg higher, and that insatiable pressure only Flame could make me feel, built in mere seconds. His breathing increased in speed, low grunts spilling from his lips. Then as his hard chest brushed across my breasts and his mouth crushed against mine, pure pleasure took hold. Lighting me up and making me soar.
On a long groan, Flame stilled, his mouth slipping away and his head tucking into the crook of my neck. And I held him as tightly as he held me. I held him so tightly as I gently floated from my high. Flame’s hard muscles bunched and jerked under my touch.
Silence descended slowly on the room, and a contented smiled graced my lips. Flame, tired and spent, rolled to the side, his large leg and arm automatically draping over mine. Turning to face him on our shared pillow, I stroked my hand down his face, this simple act conveying how so completely he held my heart.
Flame caught my hand, and holding it next to his cheek, rasped, “I’m gonna board up that hatch in my living room.”
My eyes closed and I sighed a relieved sigh. Flame’s hand clutched mine tighter. I opened my eyes, only for him to add, “And I’m gonna talk to Asher. I’m… I’m gonna talk to my… brother… at least I’m gonna fucking try.”
And the tears did flow this time. They poured and they cascaded down my cheeks. Because I knew he had broken through. My Flame, my tortured boy, had broken through the last of his defenses. He had found his voice. Flame, my always and forever, had found his song, like I had found mine.
And through our love, he had finally found the courage to sing.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Flame
“And so the psycho returns… again!”
I pulled my bike to a stop in the yard of the compound, Vike already smoking up the grill, and all the brother’s and their bitches drinking and having a good time.
I slid off my bike and lifted Maddie from the saddle. I placed her on the ground and, immediately, her eyes drifted off to the men sitting near Viking. I followed her line of sight, and there he was, Asher. Sitting next to AK. And the kid was already watching me, sitting on the edge of his seat.
Maddie’s hand landed on my chest and she said, “Go to him. I wish to say hello to my sister.”
My heart kicked into high gear, but I dropped my head to Maddie. “Okay.”
Smiling, she lifted to her toes and pressed a kiss to my lips. Then she pulled away, walking to the group of bitches standing to the side.
Hearing a whistle, I looked back over to my brothers. Styx was waving me over. Taking a deep breath, I headed to the group who were all sitting on chairs, eating and knocking back their poison of choice.
A bottle of beer was immediately thrust into my hand. I knocked the top off, just as Styx signed, “You get your shit sorted, brother?”
I read his hands and nodded my head. Ky sat forward and pointed to Asher. “Fucking good little brother you got here, Flame. Smart little shit. He’s got a fucking brain, unlike some of the fucks round here.”
Without looking at Asher, I nodded my head again. But a fucking huge crash of pride ran through me. Asher was smart. Asher had a fucking chance.