We stumble into Stone's small hotel room on 13th Street. The place we've been making love, and that place that he's been living in over the last few weeks.

I'll never understand it, but thanks to his new relationship with crazy ass Jake and The Chosen Riders, he's been able to earn money repairing and restoring many of their bikes. In fact, they've worked out a deal where he is on the club payroll and can use one of their safe house addresses to show his parole officer.

He said that he will never return to the shop, even though I told him how my father ended up giving Silas the money to settle Stone’s debt. It wasn't close to seven million dollars, but it was a substantial amount. Enough to send him on his way and leave us alone. But like Stone said, maybe it was never about the money. Maybe he just wanted to rattle my father's cage. If that’s the case, he certainly succeeded.

I laugh when I trip and fall over a pair of Stone's size thirteen work boots. He hikes up my skirt and lifts me up on the slick wooden desk in the room.

"Guess what I got," I say as he pretty much yanks off my top and rips open my bra.

"A good pussy."

"No...guess again."

"Spread your legs," he growls.

"The City of Philadelphia sent me a check for five thousand dollars."

"For what?"

He slides my butt forward and slides one of his beefy fingers inside of me.

"The partial strip search the police officers did when they arrested me was illegal. I was automatically included in a class action suit someone filed and that was the payout!"

"Nice."

He slides another finger inside of me, probably because he thinks I'm talking too much. That one does the trick. I shut up and start clawing at his shoulders.

"Did they search you like this, baby?"

"No," I groan in ecstasy.

He lifts me off the desk, turns me over, and hikes up my skirt even farther.

"Hold onto the desk."

"The lamp is in–"

He slides everything that was on the desk onto the floor. It all falls to the carpeted floor with a muted thud. Then he smacks one of my ass cheeks.

"Spread your legs wider."

He lines himself up at my entrance and begins to push his way inside. This position is still very new for me, so I'm tight and tense, but the feeling of him hitting me from the back is starting to feel like my new favorite position.

Once we fall into a rhythm, he fucks me fast and hard.

We both come quickly.

Panting from the intensity of our orgasms.

He pulls out of me and carries me to the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls me on top, so that I am straddling him.

"I love you," he says matter of factly.

"I love you too."

I kiss his eyelids, then massage his freshly shorn head. This man makes me so happy.

"What are you going to do with all your extra cash?" he asks practically purring from the massage I'm giving him.

"It's gone."

"What did you spend it on already, greedy girl."

"Our new apartment."

"Our what?"

"I realize that I was suffocating myself. Making myself miserable. All I had to do was leave, so that's what I'm doing. I'll miss taking care of my father, and I'll miss Bottle too, but they will be fine. They have each other. Just like you and I have each other. I want us to live together. I mean...if that's what you want."

"You're going to need to get your money back, Ariana."

My stomach drops.

"What?"

I thought we were on the same page, but I guess we aren't. I try wiggling off of his lap, but he holds me in place by wrapping his thick, tattooed arms around me.

"Everything I'd been told about my birth family was a lie. Jack paid off workers at the agency to make sure that the truth stay buried.”

"Why?"

"I guess Jack didn't want me to go looking for my real family. He wanted me to think it was a lost cause. Like many adoptive parents, I think he was frightened.

“I was born out of inconvenience, not addiction and hopelessness. I have living, breathing family members, and some of them have been looking for me."

"That's fantastic, Stone!"

"I didn't want to tell you until I met with them. Made sure that it was real. My father is dead, and I'm not sure who my mother is, but I know that I have two brothers. I like them, babe. And you should see them. I look just like them."

"Wow."

"They said that all the things that I'm good at are all the very attributes that will work well in the family business."

"They want you to work with them?"

"Yeah and I think I'm going to do it."

"So that's why you don't want to live with me?"

"Babe, they're fucking loaded. I'm going to be making three times what you do. I'm not trying to rain on your independent woman parade, but we're going to need a bigger place."

"Ohhhh."

"I can't wait for you to meet them."

"I can't believe that there's actually two other men in the world who look like you. What are their names? Are they big like you?”

"Camden and Cutter."

"King?" I almost sputter.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?"

"Oh, holy shit. I know them. Well I sort of know them. We have mutual friends. My friend Sloan is seeing your brother, Cutter. And yes...I can see the resemblance now.”

"Damn, what are the chances. Of course, I'm the better looking brother, right? I am the oldest."

He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

"When they made you, honey, they broke the mold. Those boys are only cheap imitations."

"That, Ariana Carter, is the right answer and deserves a reward from your teacher. I'm going to fuck you right and proper in the shower, and then we'll pick up where we left off with Supernatural.

Season five, episode one.

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