Shoving my leather boots on and clutching the notebook to my chest I run down the stairs and outside into the night.

“Benji!” I scream, needing to find him before he leaves or does something I’ll never forgive him for. Like screwing another girl, and me walking in on it.

Looking around I hear laughter behind the next building and head toward the only noise on campus. Rounding the building I find Benji leaning against his sexy car, his feet crossed in front of him and a joint hanging out of his mouth. There are four girls hanging around him and his car. Jealousy burns in my chest like a forest fire; out of control.

I step to them slowly, trying to keep my temper reeled in.

Benji’s blue eyes land on mine and butterflies fill my stomach. I want him, I want him so fucking bad I’d fuck him on the hood of his car in front of everyone just to prove how much I’ve loved him over the years. I’m not holding back a second longer anymore.

That notebook, it changed everything.

A blonde who has been in the tanning bed way too much sees Benji staring at me with hooded eyes and stands straight.

Placing her hands on her hips she glares at me like I’m interrupting something.

“Hey, Private Ryan called, he wants his boots back,” she insults, and the other girls laugh. Benji just exhales a cloud of smoke as he watches.

I look to the sky, asking the Lord to give me strength not to kill this bitch tonight.

I lift the notebook and look to Benji. “Is this true. Have you been journaling every alter?” I ask with a trembling voice.

He gives a curt nod, and I choke on my next words. It’s too much. I’ve never had anyone do something so personal before.

“Aw, are you going to cry?” the tanned blonde taunts, knowing nothing of what me and Benji are talking about. Needing an outlet for the emotions running through me, my hand clenches to form a fist as I raise it and crack her in the nose with my fist.

Adrenaline rushes down my arm and spreads through my hand in the form of pain.

She screams bloody murder, blood pouring from her face as I shake my hand out. Her friends run to her, and Benji takes another hit from his joint as if nothing is happening. Striding up next to him, I grab the joint from his lips and take a rip. The smoke rolls in my mouth and I blow it into his face.

Our eyes never leaving one another as the chaos behind us erupts.

“She has a photoshoot tomorrow for the cheerleading calendar!” one of the girls yells out as they help their stupid friend to the dorms. Both Benji and I lost in our own little world, we ignore them. Come to think of it, we’ve always been in our own little world.

Earth spins, the sun rises and sets, but Benji and I have always been side by side, our eyes locked on each other.

“I… I was wrong,” I admit, and his lips quirk at the corner. He’s loving this.

“Harley Vander, wrong…” he mutters looking out into the campus.

“Don’t rub it in, asshole.” I nudge him with my elbow. “How? How did all those alters leave, but Farrah stuck around?” I shrug.

Benji sighs, his stance widening.

“Maybe the reason they came to the front was reconciled?” he asks more than answers. Benji has always been there to save me, but this condition I have… is one time Benji can’t rescue me.

He grips me behind the neck, the touch hardening as he turns me around and shoves me up against his car with haste. My fingers release the joint, my mouth parting with desire. His controlling touch ignites a pulsing need deep inside of me.

“You’re MY fucking crazy. You’ve been since we were kids and I wouldn’t have any other darkness in my life. When will you see that?” He tilts his head to the side.

Raising my hand, I touch the side of his face.

“I do now.” The words come out of my mouth before I can catch them.

His lips crash into mine, and I accept graciously. The rough caress of his beard, his soft lips on mine, the taste of weed filling my mouth like I just took a fresh drag off a blunt.

The kiss is desperate, demanding, and locking me in as Benji’s property for life. He doesn’t say it, but I feel it. Then again, I’ve always been his.

His hands run up my sides with a greedy tendency, their rough and callused but in possessive need. They dig into my side hard, but the way they skirt all along my curves in a greedy manner I know it’s his way of loving me. Years of pent-up sexual tension releasing at once. He opens the door to his car and shoves me in the back seat. The familiar smell of leather and weed comforting me. Climbing in after me, he shuts the door and slides in between my legs. He’s so big he takes up most of the back seat. The top of his dark hair brushes against the headliner as he raises the dainty dress above my head, and rips the white panties from my waist in one tug. The cracks in the leather seat pinch my bare ass, but I could care less right now.

My hands lower, recklessly trying to pull off his skull belt. His lips continue to kiss every inch of my neck, a burn setting my skin ablaze from the scruff on his cheeks.

“Tell me something,” he rasps.

“Hmm?” I lick my lips, tugging down his zipper.

“Did you never give me my ring back because you couldn’t get it off or because it reminded you of me?” He lifts his chin, his blue eyes darker than ever.

I lift my hand and pull the ring off my thumb with ease. He reaches for it and I pull it out of his reach.

“I could get it off that night. I wanted it because when I look at it, I think of that night,” I explain.

“Fuck, I love you,” he groans, smashing his lips to mine. His tongue slides against mine, his mouth moving against mine in hunger. Our breaths depending on another to breathe.

Using my feet, I shove his jeans down to his knees. His lips trail down my chin, and my neck. His teeth biting my collarbone. My hands palm his head as he licks and nibbles my body, winding me up in a bundle of nerves.

“Do you touch yourself, Harley?” he asks against my nipple, his breath tickling me.

I glance down at him with confusion His eyes meet mine, his tongue flicking the rose bud of my tit.

“Do you climax thinking of me?” he clarifies.

I shift in the leather seat, my eyes avoiding his. How did he know I masturbated?

“Yes,” I murmur embarrassed.

“Don’t be ashamed, I jacked off to you daily. Sometimes twice a day,” he reveals. I giggle.

“Really?”

“Fuck yeah, I can’t get enough of you, baby.” He dives his tongue into my belly button and my skin heightens to an all new level.

“Benji, I can’t take anymore,” I beg him to take me already. I’ve had to battle my inner feelings for him for years and I can’t take another second of waiting. His hand slides down my leg, hooking it around his waist. He kisses my inner thigh before tugging with his teeth.

“You ready?”

I nod, my breathing so harsh I feel like I’m not breathing at all. With one jerk of his hips, his cock finds my heat. My head lolls back into the seat, his dick stretches me wide. Parting my mouth, I whimper in response. My nails digging into his back until they draw blood.

Just as he’s seated, he stills. His eyes digging into mine.

“What?” I smile, and his lips pull into a sexy smirk.

“This is where I belong, I want to wake up every day and fuck you. Fall asleep every night with my dick inside of you.”

Emotions fill my chest and I have to keep from crying.

We’re made for each other. I cannot believe I fought it for so long.

Grasping my tit with one hand, his silver rings sparkle under the streetlight just outside. After I took his, the club gave him another one. He rocks into me with one quick drive of his hips, the feeling of pleasure and pain dancing inside of my core. It feels good, but it hurts at the same time. I’m pushing him away and pulling him close all at the same time.

One foot on the dash, the other on the headrest of the driver seat I try to widen my legs to accommodate him better. He’s so big it’s a tight squeeze in the one seat for the both of us.

“Promise me you’ll never run again,” he demands into the crook of my neck. His hot breath sticky on my neck.

“I promise,” I relent, giving myself to him fully. If I run, we run.

Resting on his elbows, he looks into my eyes and presses something to my lips. I furrow my brows until the familiar feeling of my medication summons me. He brought my pills. I open my lips and take it.

“Swallow baby,” he breathes heavily, and I do. My eyes flicking between his blue orbs. The pills dry in my throat, I cough them down.

“Do you have sex with Farrah too? Do you make love to her like you do me?” I can’t help but ask.

His hand caresses my collarbone. “Like I said, Harley, Farrah is you and one day you will see that. I can’t love you without loving her, baby.” He shrugs, pumping in and out of me. Hearing that stings. I don’t care if it’s me, it doesn’t feel like it’s me.

Still, most men wouldn’t fuck with my kind of crazy. For Benji to love all of mine, and want to help me, to chase me across the states… it’s more than any man I’ve ever known to do for his girl.

My heart begins to break realizing how much Benji really cares for me. He tracked me down, found me, and has always taken care of me. Loving me no matter what I’ve done or who I may think I am.

His fingers intertwine between mine, holding them captive above my head. He slows his rhythm and everything becomes sensitive, softer.

My entire lower half buzzes with desire, I feel everything. In and out, in and out, his dick slides with ease. My wetness coating his cock as he pushes me to the brink of oblivion.

His lips purse into the shape of an O, just as my body warms into a ball of tingles. The car rocks back and forth, the windows now fogged from our hard breathing.

“Oh my God,” I stutter out just as I’m about to come, he stops. My head whips up off the seat.

“Why’d you stop?” I breathe heavily.

“Be my ol’ lady, Harley,” he insists rather than asks, his breath hot and sticky against my neck. I still. Being Benji’s ol’ lady is not a question to ask lightly. It means I’m his club wife until he releases me. It means I’m patched in as his woman forever.

I’ll have a cut, the club’s colors on my back.

He growls, jerking his hips just right. I moan as I’m sensitive down there, my eyes rolling into my head. He’s teasing me.

“Is this an ultimatum? Be my ol’ lady or I’ll hold your orgasm hostage?”

“Fucking straight. You say you’re mine right now, or you’ll never come. I’ll hold your release hostage until you’re on your knees begging me to fulfill your needs.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. Bad Benji is sexy.

“One day, Harley, I’m going to be at the head of that table, and I want you standing behind me at every meeting. That is your place in the club,” he informs me with a firm voice.

I pull away from him, my eyes searching his for an explanation on how he’s going to take the gavel from my father.

“How are you going to do—”

“Just fucking say yes,” he demands, his fingers threaded with mine tightening.

“You promise?” I ask with sincerity.

“Promise what?” He tilts his head to the side, his dark hair falling in his eyes.

“That I’ll be standing behind you at every meeting?”

He smirks, his charming smile causing my pussy to soak his cock still inside of me.

“I promise,” he insists.

Taking my hand from his, I place it on the back of his neck and dig my nails in so deep his eyes narrow in on me.

“If you break my heart,” my eyes bounce between the both his blue ones, “I will fucking kill you,” I promise.

Raising his hands, he jerks my nails out of his skin and slams them down on my chest.

“The only one who is going to be doing heart breaking… is you. I’ve been chasing you ass for far too long to just walk away.” He gives the side of my thigh a firm slap, and I swear my heart just pounded a little harder.

Looking up through my dark hair, I can’t help the smirk tugging at my swollen lips. “I’ll be your ol’ lady,” I whisper.

“I feel like there’s a ‘but’ hanging off the tip of your tongue,” he breathes heavily, his lips brushing mine. Raising his hand, his finger slides back and forth along my chin softly.

“But…You have to let me finish what I’ve started here,” I compromise. I can’t just walk away. I need to prove I can do this. To myself if anyone.

He stills, his fingers on my jaw.

“That professor is a dead man, Harley,” he threatens, his tone savage and cold. “He touched what’s mine, and if anything, his father-in-law owes the club.”

I laugh, twirling my fingers in his hair.

“I was thinking the same thing.” I bat my eyes.

His ass cheeks clench together as he pounds into my pussy. My eyes roll, my foot kicks the ceiling and my body comes alive in his hands on demand.

“Come on my dick now Harley,” he commands, before smashing his lips to mine. Weed, whiskey, and everything that is Benji fills my senses. His mouth against mine causes my whole body to become sensitive and I combust into ecstasy. He picks up his pace, and before I can get another moan in, warm, thick liquid fills me just as I combust into a million little fucked up pieces.

Swirling his hips one last time, I shiver with satisfaction. My lungs burn needing air, and my back is sweaty and sticking to the leather seat from our hot breathing.

Pulling out of me, he sits up in the seat.

“Oh, Harley?”

“Yeah?” I ask breathily.

“If you ever run from me again. I will fucking kill you myself.” He looks over his shoulder at me with unforgiving eyes. He gave his heart to me, and I will die with it before he lets me walk away with it.

“That’s the first rule of being my ol’ lady.”