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  Returning to our bedroom, I put on some joggers, and a long sleeve t-shirt then go back to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee to join her outside.

  Sitting beside her, I wrap my free arm around her and pull her close, kissing the side of her head. “How are you doing love?”

  Her brows pull together, and I know she’s thinking things she needn’t be.

  “Tell me, Lana. Get it all out so we can deal with it and move on. I don’t ever want you to keep things from me. I can’t fix what I don’t know about.”

  “We never finished our talk last night. When you married me, it was for forever?” She asks, biting her lip and looking away.

  “Look at me, Lana.” I only continue once she’s looking at me. “I married you knowing you were it for me. I promise to show you every day how much I meant those vows. Give us a chance to grow into something spectacular, something most people search for and never find.”

  “You have that much confidence in what we will become?”

  “I’ve got that much confidence in something I already feel.”

  When she leans over and kisses me it isn’t enough. I pull her curvy body on top of my lap and spread open the robe to find her bare. “Touch me, love, show me I’m yours,” I beg her before sucking her pert nipple into my mouth and loving the sounds escaping her lips.

  With her hands on my shoulders, she digs her nails into my shirt, but it isn’t enough. I want her marks on my skin. I rip off my shirt “Do it again. Dig those fingers into me.” Holding both tits in my hand I suck and nibble on one then the other, going back and forth.

  Lana kisses up my neck, sucking and nibbling and clawing up my back. Dropping my hand, I glide two fingers through her wet pussy lips and plunge them deep inside her. I drag my fingers in and out of her, loving how her muscles contract around them. I want so badly to be inside her, but I need to get her off first. She’s as tight as she was the first time and I’d do anything not to cause her pain.

  “Vince… it’s sooo much. God, it’s sooo good, feels sooo good.” She moans, as she fucks herself on my fingers.

  “Come all over my fingers love. I need this as much as you do.” As soon as she comes, I lower my pants just enough for my dick to spring free, hard and dripping wet with pre-cum. Untying the sash of her robe, I’m thankful she’s completely naked. I grab her hips and guide her down my shaft, loving every excruciating drawn out second of it.

  When she’s fully seated on top of me, I grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them together, loving how full they are. “Damn princess, everything about you is sexy. There isn’t one thing I don’t love.”

  With her tits swinging in my face, I latch onto one, sucking and biting, feeling exactly what I’m doing to her as she contracts around my cock. This woman is so responsive to my every touch it’s exhilarating. I’ve never been with someone as passionate and aware of her needs as she is. My princess gives as good as she gets, and I swear I’m going to be sporting marks for days after we’re through.

  I pound into her mercilessly, knowing she’ll have bruises on her hips I pray she wears proudly. I’d never put my hands on her in anger, but fuck if I won't like seeing what I’ve done while we’ve fucked. “Princess, I’m about to come. Get there love, get there…” I’m gone and filling so much cum into her unprotected pussy I’d be surprised if I didn’t knock her up with my son. She goes off seconds after me, biting down hard on my neck, so hard I’m coming again and hoping she broke the skin. Fuck, that’d be hot.

  Chapter Twelve

  Lana

  I’m barely awake, but I can hear Vince in the background getting ready to leave. I hate he has to go back to work today, but I love that he’s passionate about what he does. Over the last few days, we spent the time we weren’t wrapped around each other talking. I learned that Vince is a talented tattoo artist who owns Steel Ink, the tattoo shop in town.

  When the bed dips behind me I know this is it, he’s about to leave. I thought I was ready for him to leave. Now that the time has come I’m suddenly filled with anxiety about being home alone.

  “Love, I need to get going. I’ll be at the shop all day. If you need me, I wrote my number down and left it near the phone.” He says and kisses the back of my head.

  I haven’t been alone in a long time. When I ‘worked’ for Steven I spent a lot of time alone, but there was always someone around keeping an eye on me. This will be the first time in almost a year I have absolutely no one around. I don’t know how I’ll react when he’s finally gone.

  I roll over, so I’m facing him and sit up, covering my naked body with the sheet. “What time will you be back?” I hate that I sound so lost, but I’m starting to panic the closer it gets to him leaving.

  “Should I stay home? I can call in a buddy of mine to take my clients until you’re ready.”

  As much as I wish he would, I know we can’t live our life like this. In no time at all, I’ll be going to school or getting a job. This is the first step toward living life. “No, no don’t do that. I’ll be fine. I’ll keep myself busy around here, don’t worry about me.”

  “I’ll always worry about you love.” He wraps his hand around my neck and kisses me soundly. After a few not so innocent kisses he pulls back. “Damn Princess, I wish I could stay, but I need to get back to the shop before all hell breaks loose. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

  When I nod, he kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I snuggle back into the covers listening for him to go. Once I hear the garage open, I leap out of bed, and I run to the window. I watch as he pulls his motorcycle out and looks up at the window. Before I can back away so he won’t see me, he catches my eye and winks.

  Embarrassed I was caught, I stumble back and trip over myself, falling on my butt. I stand back up and look out the window to see him sitting there, staring up at the window with the sexiest smirk on his face. When I wave awkwardly, he shakes his head laughing. I watch as he backs out of the long driveway.

  After my shower, I go downstairs and wander around wondering what I’m going to do with my day. I eventually make it into the kitchen and make a cup of coffee and scrambled eggs with toast. I sit at the breakfast bar eating in complete silence, listening to the sound of the refrigerator running. I check the clock on the stove and see it’s a quarter after ten. Only an hour has passed since Vince left and I have no idea what to do with myself.

  I finish the dishes, and I go back upstairs to change. I walk into our closet and stare at all the choices I have in front of me. When I was growing up, I had what I needed, but everything was second hand. Then when I was with Steven, clothes were just another way to control me.

  I grab some jeans and a white t-shirt loving how soft they are. The girls did an excellent job picking out my clothes. Most of what they picked I would have never chosen for myself, but I love every single piece because they were bought with care.

  Yesterday Vince cleared over half of his walk-in closet for me and helped me to hang the clothes the girls bought. I put up the shoes while he put up my bras and panties. He particularly loved the lacy kind. My cheeks heat up remembering how he demanded I try them on and model every single pair for him. The fashion show lasted less than a minute before he had me on the bed and was kissing my panties down my legs.

  I’m doing my hair and listening to Avenged Sevenfold at full blast. I’ve taken Vince’s advice and have been experimenting with music here in America. The other night while Vince was grilling some steaks, I sat outside with him and listened to his favorites playlist. Staring at myself in the mirror, I wonder what he’d think if I cut my hair. I’ve always worn it long, but I’m ready for a change, something different. I’m in the middle of blow drying my hair when I see someone out of the corner of my eye. I back away and end up tripping over the cord of the blow-dryer.

  “Easy babe, you’re gonna hurt yourself, and then Prince will be pissed. No one wants a pissed Prince around,” Chelsea says laughing.

  Emersen walks over and helps me up. �
��Are you okay honey?” Emersen asks looking over my arm. Looking down, I notice a long scratch that’s bleeding heavily. “Sit down Lana, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

  “Why are you up here? How did you even get in the house?” I ask the two women who have been nothing but sweet to me.

  “Shit. I’m sorry. You startled me is all, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” I sigh.

  "Ryker has a key to the house, just in case ya know? I asked him for it. Chelsea had the bright idea to come surprise you and take you for a girls day, although we probably should have just rung the doorbell.”

  Emersen’s whole demeanor changes as she busies herself with getting the supplies to clean and bandage my arm. I watch in amazement as she effortlessly cleans my arm and gives me a few butterfly stitches. It’s as if she’s been doing this for years.

  “How are you so good at this?”

  “I’m a nurse, or, I used to be. Honestly, I don’t know anymore.”

  “Why don’t you know?”

  “Some things happened a couple months ago, and I wasn’t ready to go back to work.”

  “Ryker wasn’t ready to let you go back, Em,” Chelsea says, sitting on the side of the tub.

  Emersen shrugs and continues to bandage my arm. “The idea of being around strangers is too much for me right now. Chelsea is right though, now that I’m pregnant Ryker has become more protective before. If it were up to him, I’d be by his side all day every day.” She smiles to herself, “I can’t say I mind. Sounds like a good life to me.”

  “Thank you for this Emersen,” I say, holding my arm up to her after she’s finished.

  “Not a big deal girlie. Us girls have to stick together.”

  “Now that Emersen got to play nurse and told us how much she loves Ryker, can we get on with our day?”

  “I’ve been bored all morning. I haven’t been on my own for so long. It’s strange to be here by myself. I’m happy to have company.”

  “We needed to go and get Harrison and Ryker some gifts for Christmas. Emersen is having a Christmas Eve dinner in a few days, and we’ll be giving out gifts. We figured you might want to come, maybe pick something out for Prince.”

  We walk out of the bathroom, and I go to grab my boots and a jacket when Chelsea stops me. “Oh girl, you’re going to have to change that shirt. You have blood all over it.”

  I look down and realize she’s right. I toss the shirt and grab another, putting it on. “Alright, I’m ready,” I say, excited to get out of the house. “I need to call Prince and let him know where we’re going.”

  “How’s it going by the way?” Emersen asks as we walk to the kitchen.

  I stop and look at them. “It’s… he’s everything. He didn’t just save me from Steven, but it’s so much more. It’s like I was supposed to go through all of this just so I could get to him. I know it sounds crazy, but I’d go through it all again if it landed me back in his arms.”

  “Oh my god, that’s so freaking cute! I never thought I’d see the day Prince would find a woman. I didn’t even think he was interested. I’d watch night after night, women would try and get his attention. He’d dance with them, put on a front for the guys, but I never saw it go further than that.”

  “Were there a lot of women?” I ask as I’m filled with jealousy. The thought of any woman having her hands on him, even if it was just dancing has me going out of my mind.

  “Fuck, no there weren’t that many, especially in the last couple of months.”

  My jealousy cools, but I’m still unsure. We’ve been together for a few days. We’re still so new, it could all be over in a second. I dial the number to his shop, and a woman picks up. “Steel Ink, it’s Tabitha, what’s your pleasure?”

  “I need to speak with Vince.”

  “He’s busy doll. He won’t be done for a while. Can I leave a message?” She asks with an attitude.

  “Tell him it’s his wife, Lana. I really need to speak with him. Please get him on the phone.”

  When she laughs, I grip the phone tight. “Listen, lady, Vince isn’t married, and he doesn’t like it when I interrupt him with phone calls. He’s with someone right now, god only knows what they’re doing back there. The way she was looking at him looked like she was after a different kind of service if you know what I mean. Whatever he promised you, I’d forget it. I’m doing you a favor here, men like him don’t settle down.” Then she hangs up, and I stand there listening to the dial tone, shocked by what I heard.

  I stare at the phone in disbelief. Did she really just say all of that? I look up at the girls who are staring at me in a way that lets me know they heard it all. Looking back at the phone I throw it at the wall and watch it break into pieces.

  “Fuck him. Let’s go.”

  “She was lying to you Lana,” Chelsea warns.

  “Do you know that for sure? Never mind, it doesn’t even matter. I need to get out of here. Even if what she said isn’t true, I need time to cool off.”

  “We got you, Lala. Come on Em.” Chelsea grabs our hands and pulls us out the door and to her truck. When I see a man on a motorcycle parked behind her, I stop short. “That’s just Carter. He’s on Lady Posse duty today.”

  We get into her truck. “Lady Posse?” I ask, momentarily distracted from the shit hurting my heart.

  Emersen and Chelsea look at each other and smile. “You know Prince is the vice president of the Steel Daggers MC, right?”

  I nod, remembering the long talk we had about it last night.

  “Well, I’m the president’s old lady, and Chelsea is Rock’s old lady. He’s the enforcer of the club. Then there’s Holly, who was on the plane with you the other night. She’s with Rash and Jester. Anyway, us girls must stick together, have each other’s backs. Some of the guys started calling us the lady posse a while back and it kind of stuck.” She says shrugging.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Vince

  It’s been busy since I walked in here this morning. Days like these are the ones I live for. When I did my four years and got out, I went into the Police Academy hoping to be a cop like my pops. After ten years and rising through the ranks I was forced off the force by the sheriff at the time. The guy had it out for me because I was a member of the Steel Daggers. He brought charges against me. They didn’t stick, but more people than I was comfortable with looked at me differently. It was hard to work with people who didn’t trust me.

  I ended up quitting and working on Ryker’s crew. I still work there as a foreman when he needs me, but more often than not I’m here doing what makes me happy.

  Tabitha has been more flirtatious today than usual, and it’s pissing me the fuck off. I told her when I hired her a month ago that relationships between employees wouldn’t be tolerated. It hasn’t stopped her from flirting with me and wearing next to nothing. If I weren’t so desperate for someone to answer the phone, she would have been out of here that first day. Turns out there aren’t that many people interested in working in a tattoo shop. I need to look into hiring someone new.

  I call my princess for the third time in a couple of hours not reaching her. Something’s wrong, she would have answered by now. I know I’ve got an appointment in thirty minutes, but I need to get home and check on her.

  “Tabitha, call my next appointment and reschedule. I have to cancel today. Better yet, call the rest of my appointments and reschedule them or see if they want to see Dave or one of the other. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Just do it. Don’t ask questions about my business.” I say pissed and walk out of my shop.

  It takes me twenty minutes to get home and when I do my worst fears are realized. She’s gone. My princess is gone, and I have no idea where she’s at. I walk through the house and look in our bedroom. Her clothes are still here, so she didn’t leave me. I sit on our bed and look around, trying to put my head around this. It’s then that I notice her shirt on the floor with blood on it. I’m up in an insta
nt, grabbing it from the floor. The blood has dried, so this had to have happened a few hours ago.

  I call Triton. “Lana is missing. I need you to get footage of the house and find out who took her.”

  “Prince. Chill the fuck out and listen to me.”

  Did you not hear me Triton? She’s gone, someone has her, and she’s God knows where. There’s blood on her shirt, and my phone is broken. Fuck, she must be scared out of her mind. I was supposed to keep her safe-”

  “She’s with Emersen and Chelsea.”

  Hold the fuck up, did I hear him right? “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “Pres put Carter on the girls this morning. You know how he is about Emersen. Anyway, they stopped at your place around eleven and walked out with Lana around eleven thirty.”

  Why didn’t she fucking call me? That doesn’t explain the blood and the phone. What the fuck is going on? “Where are they?” I ask calmly.

  “Carter checked in twenty minutes ago. I guess the girls have been shopping for the past few hours. Do you want me to get in touch with him?”

  My mind is racing with a hundred questions. One thing is clear, I need to know where my woman is at, at all times. I tell Triton what I need from him, and he agrees to get me what I need by tonight.

  I walk downstairs and clean up the mess that was made of the phone. Once my princess gets home, we’ll be having a long talk about not letting me know where she’s going.

  ∞∞∞

  I eventually caved and texted Carter, not able to resist knowing how my woman was doing. He told me they were finished and, on their way, back home. I’m sitting on the front porch when Chelsea pulls up with Carter tailing them. It takes a few minutes, and just when I’m about to go and get her from the vehicle, she opens the door and gets out with a few bags. She closes the door but won’t look at me. She gets two steps away when Chelsea rolls down her window and calls Lana back to her. I have no idea what she says to her, but her stiff shoulders slump, and she nods, agreeing to whatever Chelsea tells her.