“WE’RE GOING OUT for dinner first,” Coby said while we walked hand in hand down the street towards a quaint little restaurant. Once we arrived in Hope Town, we parked a couple of blocks from the nightclub and decided to walk the rest of the way. “And then I’ll take you dancing.”

All I could do was nod when my thoughts were stuck on the foreign object in my body. I had meant what I said when I told Coby I felt owned. A sense of pride radiated from him. He stood taller, that delicious dominating tone dripping from his lips every time he spoke. It was like it had been in the beginning.

“You okay, little one?” Coby kissed my cheek, his deep voice rumbling through me. “Can you feel my present every time you move?” His hand brushed down my spine before cupping my ass and pushing the plug deeper into my body with his palm.

“Yes,” I whimpered, gripping his arm to keep my knees from buckling beneath me.

“I can’t wait to fill you up.” His lips brushed down the length of my jaw, landing a hard kiss on my mouth.

Oh dear God.

He chuckled, giving my rear a light swat. “Hungry, baby?”

“Yes,” my stomach grumbled. “I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

Coby grinned, kissed my head and gave the side of my neck a gentle peck.

I cupped his cheek, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him softly on the mouth. No matter what happened, the neck kiss was his signature move. I loved it and I loved him, and I wouldn’t change that part of him for anything.

“Let’s head inside before I fuck you right here. I’m not into voyeurism but the thought of taking you in public is kind of invigorating.” Coby grabbed my hand, leaned down and kissed my knuckles. His eyes met mine, a mischievous twinkle flashing in his dark gaze.

My heart skipped a beat at the heat in his eyes. The unspoken promises of what he would do to me later, hidden beneath those dark depths.

I shivered at the images his words put into my mind.

He chuckled, rose back to his full height and pulled me into his side.

Once we were seated in a small booth at the back of the restaurant, the hunger in my stomach became more pronounced. Since Coby and I had arrived at the Bed and Breakfast just outside of Hope Town, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. It was as though once left our dangerous and fucked up world back home, we were finally free to explore one another. And clearly he felt the same way.

“How do you feel?” Coby asked, cupping my inner thigh.

“Full,” my skin burned. “Very full.” It was going to be a long night.

“What are you thinking about, Brogan?” he muttered, running his nose along the shell of my ear.

I gripped his knee, digging my fingers into the flesh. It had always amazed me how such a small touch from him could have me melting at his feet, begging him to do to me whatever he desired.

“How we haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other since arriving here,” I whispered, leaning my head to the side to give him better access to my throat. “It’s how it was back in the beginning. Before everything.”

“Hmmm…I seem to recall that we have never been able to keep our hands to ourselves.” He kissed the side of my throat, his words whispering along my skin.

“This time it’s different,” I pulled back, staring at the man I loved. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

He looked away, his jaw clenching. “You know why, Brogan.”

“Everyone would have understood if we had taken some time to ourselves.” But even as the words left my mouth, I wasn’t sure I believed them.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “And then if something were to happen, both of us wouldn’t be able to get over that guilt. The guilt we’re facing now would be nothing like that.”

I sighed, leaning my head back against the booth. “But it’s over.”

“It’ll never be over,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his water.

His Navy squad, Vice-One, and the motorcycle club I was with, King’s Harlots, worked together to bring down an organization run by sick bastards who dealt with human trafficking and sex slavery. It was a cruel world knowing that they were only one of many sources. But bringing an end to them, made our small town back home, safer. Even if it was just for a little bit.

The Organization, as they liked to be called, was only one entity, but destroying them was a start.

“It’s over for us,” I added, squeezing Coby’s knee in reassurance.

“Yeah,” he kissed the side of my head. “It is.”

 

(Coby)

 

Taking a trip away was a good idea. I would have to thank Dr. Santos for that. Although I had started visiting Hope Town for different reasons, this little getaway was doing us some good. I just prayed the end of this trip would be just as good as the beginning.

Everything inside of me screamed for me to tell Brogan about the meeting I had the next morning, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I didn’t want to get her hopes up. I needed to meet Zachary by myself the first time. I needed to gain his trust.

No matter how much time Brogan and I spent together just the two of us, or even how much we played in the bedroom, I couldn’t help but still feel that guilt Tina bestowed on me. She was no longer alive, but I could feel her scratching inside my head, trying to find a way out and, only when I closed my eyes, did she finally make an appearance.

It was sick and twisted the way she still abused me, even after death. Dr. Santos said it would take time. Blah blah blah. But I wasn’t a patient man. I wanted to be ‘fixed’ right away.

Ridding myself of those heavy thoughts, I took a sip of water, watching Brogan over the rim of the glass.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glowing with lust and desire. But the submissive in her refused to ask for what she needed because she knew that I would give her that release she craved when the timing was right.

“Coby,” Brogan’s soft voice slid over my skin.

“Yeah, little one?”

She chewed her bottom lip, playing with the napkin in her lap. “I don’t want a long engagement.”

My heart stuttered. This woman knew how to distract me and get me out of my head, and I loved her even more for it. “Neither do I.”

We had been to several weddings already with our friends getting paired off one by one. My brothers and I were the same. We were impatient and didn’t want to wait. We wanted to make it official so we could start building the rest of our lives with the women we loved.

“So after this weekend, can we start planning? It doesn’t have to be a big wedding. I’m not Max. I don’t need all that girly shit.” Brogan laughed. Her MC sister, Maxine Stanton, wanted a princess wedding, while Brogan would get married in her boots if her sisters allowed her. Although, if she wore boots, her hot as hell leather shorts, and a tank top on our wedding day, I wouldn’t mind in the least.

My dick grew at the thought.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Brogan asked, her eyes darkening.

“I’m just imagining you in that sexy little outfit you like to tease me with on a daily basis.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “You know the one. Black leather shorts. Tank top. And those hot as fuck boots.” I groaned, sliding my mouth down the length of her jaw. “It makes it hard not to fuck you like an animal every time you wear that outfit.”

Her breath hitched. “I’m going to wear white,” she breathed. “Even though there’s nothing pure about me.”

I leaned back, my dick pushing against the zipper of my dress pants. “White works,” I croaked, adjusting myself.

She grinned, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, baby. It will be something that’s easy to take off. I’ll probably still wear my boots.”

“You’re dressed up now.” I brushed a hand over her bare shoulder. “I found this dress in the back of your closet. Did Maxine pick this out with you?”

“Yeah,” her cheeks reddened, “we went shopping a few months ago. She chose the dress and the shoes. Taught me how to do my hair and makeup for whenever I would wear it. Although I was adamant about my hair being in a ponytail. Because you know,” she waggled her eye brows. “Easier for you to hold onto.”

“Fuck me,” my dick wept at her words. “You can’t say things like that to me.”

She giggled, her eyes bright with amusement.

“Those shoes,” I pointed at the gold strappy sandals with the five-inch heels on her feet, and leaned down to her ear. “I would cut off my balls just to feel you walking on my chest with those things on.”

“Holy fucking hell,” she breathed. “You can’t say things like that to me, Porter.”

I chuckled, enjoying this hot back and forth banter. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” She winked, cuddling into my side. “If it wasn’t for Max’s help, I’d be a hot mess right now. I’m so not a girl.” She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck.

“You are,” I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “You’re my girl.” It was a corny line but the smile it brought to Brogan’s face, was well worth it.