I nod my head and give him a soft smile.
Two days ago, a piece in the newspaper caught my attention. My brother’s body had been found in an abandoned house in California. He was dead from an apparent overdose. There was a note from a “friend” of his saying that he said if anything ever happened to him to notify me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had hoped he was able to get clean and live the life he deserved. But that life had a hold on him like nothing else ever could. I lost my brother long ago; this was just the final page in his story. Instead of dwelling on it, I try to concentrate on the good memories we had together and not let his death be the thing that defines him. He was my protector when I was a little kid, and I’ll always see him that way. And in a way, he led me to Lucias, so I’ll always have that to thank him for.
“I’m thinking Mexican for dinner tonight,” I say, rubbing my belly.
“Anything you want, Elizabeth,” Lucias says, coming over and holding me.
My man always knows exactly what I need, even before I do.
“Want me to call Casper and Vince? You know they’d never turn down tequila.”
I laugh and nod my head. “Sure. As long as Cas stops trying to get Amelia to ask for a gun for Christmas.”
He laughs as I put my hand on his chest and rub the place over his heart. Looking up into his eyes, I think about how damn lucky we are. He growls deep, and I feel it under my palms, heating my insides. He knows what that rumble does to me, especially when it’s between my legs. Leaning down, he trails a kiss up my neck and licks the shell of my ear.
“When’s nap time?” I ask, a little breathy. He bites my lobe, and I shiver.
“Now.”
THE END
I had four weeks before I shipped out again so it was sun, fun, and partying hard.
She wasn't a part of the plan.
We had one perfect month together before I had to go wheels up. Neither of us expected what happened next.
The blast left me scarred, inside and out. How could I ever be good enough for a beauty like her? She deserved better.
Now I've got the Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club, and I don't need anything else. If I can't have her, I'll never have another. A man can live without his heart...right?
Abraham has one regret—letting his Julie get away. When he can't let go, there's only one thing left to do. Make her his.
Warning: If you want a scarred hero who's over-the-top obsessed, alpha possessive, and falls in love at first sight, take a peek* inside.
*Not responsible if peek turns into a full-on read.*
Chapter 1
Abe
June 2011
“I’d rather you fuck me in the ass with a bat than go in there.” Lucias smiles over at me, and I roll my eyes before getting out of the truck. We are heading into the Big-Mart for some last-minute shit for the party today, and I really don’t want to go in there either.
“You’ll be wishing for this place when we’re overseas next month. Calm down,” I say, unfolding myself from the truck.
“You may be right, but all I want to do before we deploy is drown in * and beer.”
“Why else do you think we’re here, dumb-ass? Beer.”
He grabs a cart at the entrance and starts to walk in the direction of the alcohol. I follow behind him for a few steps before I get an idea.
“Hey, I’m going to the toy section. I’ll meet you at the register,” I throw over my shoulder, heading in the opposite direction.
Lucias gives me a look, but just shakes his head as I walk away. Scribe is having a pool party, and I think water guns are a must. Who doesn’t like a wet t-shirt contest? I’m sure some of the boot chasers are looking for a good time just as much as we are, and there are always sweet butts following Lucias around since his father is President of the Ghost Riders. They hope they can get in good with him so when he takes over they can be his old lady. We’ve been partying it up while on leave, and we’ve only got four short weeks left before we’re wheels up.
Our unit is pretty small so naturally we’re all really close. We spend all our time overseas side by side, only to get home and do the same thing. Lucias and I have been together since we were in diapers, so it’s nothing new for us to be joined at the hip.