“I love you,” I whispered. His eyes flared as I took his manhood in my mouth, slowly and gently.
“Yeah, Red,” he hissed and ran his hands through my hair with the softest touch. I moaned as his taste burst on my tongue. My eyes closed, and I savored the feel of him like this with me. “Come here,” AK said. I crawled up over his body, confused. “Wanna taste you too.” He guided my hips toward him until my legs were over his face, my stomach pressed against his. I rolled my head back when his mouth came between my legs. His tongue explored me, and I stroked his length in my hand. Needing to taste him again, I bent down and took him back in my mouth. I licked him and sucked him until I could no longer take the feel of his tongue at my core. My cheek flattened on his thigh as he held me in place and licked me until I broke apart into a million pieces, falling slowly back into place.
AK lifted me and laid me down onto the mattress, then climbed above me. He spoke no words as he placed his hands on either side of my head and moved between my legs. I brushed my hands through his hair, locking his dark stare as he pushed inside me. He was as gentle as a feather as he filled me, carefully, beautifully . . . all so I felt no pain.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
I ran my hands over his arms as he rocked back and forth. His warm breath ghosted over my face, the heat from his body kept me safe, and tears came to my eyes at the reverent expression on his face. If I had not heard the words from his mouth, I would have known he loved me by the way he stared into my eyes. By the ease and gentleness in his movements, and by the way he cradled me close. As if I were precious. As if I somehow made him complete.
He completed me too.
“I love you.” I needed him to hear it as many times I needed to say it.
“Love you too, Red.”
I smiled, then I spoke what lay in my soul. “Before this, I did not know that home was a heartbeat. Or two, in my case. Beating in perfect sync with my own. Yours and Sapphira’s, the cleansing lullaby to my sins.”
“Red . . .”
“Repentance is a form of sorrow, AK. Grace is a form of joy. We have shed tears for every sin we have sowed. It is now time for us to smile. Smile and chase the light. Embrace the blessings we have been given. Together.”
“Yeah,” AK said, and I knew I could love no greater than I did in that moment.
And we made love. As the minutes passed, he took me once again, eradicating any man from my past. Healing the scars my body had endured, and burrowing his heart inside mine.
As our breathing became labored and we followed the blinding lights of our pleasure, I let the tears fall thick and fast. Healing tears of joy, washing away all the shame and guilt remaining in our hearts. And as AK laid his head against my shoulder, I held him close, vowing to never ever let him go.
“I am forever thankful for the day you tied me to that tree.” I felt him still.
AK lifted his head and smiled a sweet, confused smile.
“It was the first act of grace I had ever been given. And as I stared into your eyes, I saw myself. My reflection looking back at me . . . my wounded soul.”
“Yeah,” he rasped. I knew he was telling me he had felt it too.
“The devil’s man with the angel eyes.”
I breathed. He breathed. We kissed. Broke apart. “The damned souls who together found grace.”
“Red,” he whispered and held me close to his heart. And I closed my eyes and smiled. Because for once, there were many things to feel happy about.
At last.
Epilogue
AK
Two weeks later . . .
Ky and Styx sat awkwardly in their seats as we waited for them to speak. Church had been called.
“That wasn’t the first time we’ve encountered Garcia in Mexico.” Ky shifted in his seat, and Styx nodded at him to continue. “Y’all didn’t know I had a sister until I got hitched to Li. Elysia, or Sia as we call her.” He shrugged. “She wasn’t brought up in this life, so we never talked about her.” He paused. “But when she was seventeen, me and Styx had to get her out of some trouble . . . trouble caused by Garcia.”
“What kind of trouble?” Hush asked. The brother was tense. Fuck, so were we all.
Ky’s jaw clenched, and I could see he was one second from losing it. “She got involved with him. Then he took her. Y’all saw what he deals in. Trafficking motherfucker. Me and Styx got her out before it was too late.”
“He’s been looking for her ever since,” Styx signed, then took a shot of his Jack. “Sia’s been in hiding all this time. That’s why she ain’t here often. We can’t risk it.”
“He wants her back,” Ky said, and I had to give the brother credit, he kept his cool.
“Diablos have been in touch. Garcia’s sniffing around again since our little trip to Mexico. Trying to get intel on us.” Styx paused, then met each of our eyes. “He’s looking for her again.”
“What does that mean?” Cowboy asked. Ky’s eyes narrowed on our two Cajun brothers. Fucker didn’t like them sniffing around his sister either.
“Means that fucker’s not done with my sister.” Ky leaned forward, eyes fucking flaming. “And if he comes back to Austin for her, I’ll be slicing the prick’s dick off and making him eat it whole.”
“Graphic, brother.” Vike wiggled his eyebrows. “I like it.”
“For now, we protect her. Watch the situation and see how it plays out. But y’all needed to know what could be coming our way,” Styx signed.
“We ever gonna get the full story on what went down years back with him?” I asked, and Ky sat back in his seat.
“Eventually. But not fucking today.”
“We should know,” Hush said. “I wanna know what she went through.”
Ky’s suspicious eyes were back on Hush and Cowboy. Neither brother even flinched. “I said not the fuck now.”
“Any other news?” Styx signed, stopping Ky from castrating the Cajuns for their interest in his sister.
No one said shit, so I lifted my hand. “Going to my lodge this weekend for a cookout. Y’all are welcome. Bring tents and shit if you wanna stay over.” I heard their silence. I hadn’t mentioned the lodge since Dev died. I straightened my shoulders, ignoring it. “My nephew is coming. Zane. Wanna introduce him to y’all. He’s . . .” I cleared my throat. “He’s a good kid. Loves bikes. Looks like me. Fifteen.”
“Future fucking Hangman!” Vike said. I smiled, wondering what the fuck Claire would have to say about that.
“Then we’ll be there,” Ky said. “Grace is at yours almost as much she’s at ours anyhow.”
I laughed. Her and Sapphira were attached at the hip. “Saff ain’t met none of y’all either. Gonna try and get her to come out too. She’s kinda fucking shy. Hasn’t dared meet no one yet.”
“We’ll all be there.” Styx signed, and I saw all my brothers nod their heads. I fucking loved this club. Fucker was getting married in a couple of weeks, probably didn’t have the time, yet he was making it for me.