Pulling out from the RBMC, Whisk knew there was only one place that Addison would be right now if she was planning on leaving town. His mind took another trip down memory lane, Whiskey cringed at how hard and fast he went after Addison. She was sweet and innocent, and she had no defense for what he had planned for her.  The hot, high school nerd that everyone wanted, and no one got to touch.  She didn’t give any of the guys the time of day back then; she was the prize, and Whiskey had been determined to win it at any cost.  Corrupting Addison worked right into his plan of leaving this two-bit town with a major Fuck You. To prove to the fucking wannabes and too goods he was somehow worthy. He’d used that poor girl and thrown her away.  Not caring until it was far too late to make any changes. Funny how things you thought were important as a kid don’t measure up when you got older. 

Shaking his head, Whiskey thought, man, he was an ignorant asshole back in the day.  Hell, he just hoped that he wasn’t making another mistake as far as Addison was concerned because once again he was going to go at her hard and fast.

Pulling up to the cemetery, he felt horrible.  Pop had helped them all out and not a single one of them even attended his funeral. Shit, he hadn’t even heard the man had died until years later.  Back then, he didn’t even think to ask if anyone attended the funeral to honor the man.  Now, it was just another regret to add to the many he had accumulated over the years. When his mother, Star, would go on one of her benders and forget to go to the grocery store or leave for days on end, it was Pop that brought over food and checked up on them, before Link was old enough to take over those responsibilities.

It was also Pop that taught them how to hunt and dress wild game to keep them through the winter.  He also brought them clothes and other things, never once making a big deal about it.  Say shit like, “The ladies down at the church were going to throw this stuff away.  Can’t have that now can we, waste not want no you know.  Figure out something to do with it.  Got too much crap at home, you boys can help me out.”  The old man had a way about him that made it seem like they were helping him instead of taking charity, something none of the Frost boys would ever do. 

During harvest Pop would come and get them early every morning before school and put them to work.  The work wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t back breaking either.  When they were done for the morning, Pop would direct them to the bunk house where clean clothes and fresh soap always waited for them.  He also had lunches packed and at the end of the week they all got a few bucks to put in their pockets.  As they got older, those time in the mornings came few and far between.  He and his brother found other ways to spend their time and make money, but Pop still watched out for them.  If the furnace broke or there wasn’t enough food to put on the table, he was always there. 

After leaving Defiance, Whisk never once looked back or tried to honor the man who meant something to him as a kid.  It hurt too much; Addison was his granddaughter, and he let the sins of their past taint the relationship he had with Pop. 

Getting off his bike, Whisk looked around the cemetery. It was the only one in town and looked pretty much the same as any other cemetery.  Tombstones, statues, or name plates littered around plush green grass and trees.  The wind was blowing slightly, and he could smell the scent from the dogwood trees surrounding the area. 

Letting his gaze wander, Whisk took everything in and realized he never wanted to be laid to rest in a place like this.  Whisk wanted his Brothers to throw his ashes to the wind that way he could be free forever. Whisk would also rather have his loved ones remember him at special places or times than be forced to come and remember him at some piece of granite, metal, or cement statue.  It was just the way he thought, and if others didn’t like it, too fucking bad.

Whisk walked up the winding path searching for Addison. He knew she was here, he could feel it deep in his bones.  People changed over the years, but Whisk knew she couldn’t stop herself from seeing Pop one last time before she left for good. 

It took a while, but he finally found her standing in front of a grave stone.  She was wearing a pretty, yellow sundress.  Damn, she had changed through the years, she’d only gotten more beautiful.  Her once thin tomboy shape had turned into that of a woman’s.  Lush and curvy in all the right places.  Her A-cup breasts had turned into a full D-cup, and Whiskey had the urge to feel their weight in his hands.  Her hips were more pronounced, her ass lush; the weight she had gained through the years looked good on her. 

Her hair was shorter, but no less captivating, a mixture of many, browns, blondes, and reds.  He had loved playing with it as a teen and longed to do it again.  He was also happy that it was still long enough that if he fucked her from behind, he could wrap it around his fist.  Damn, he needed to stop thinking this way. Adjusting his hard cock in his now too tight jeans, he stood there staring, trying to compose himself.  Addison wouldn’t be his toy this time around.

Whisk smiled thinking about the dress, it brought up memories from the past.  Through the week and Saturday, she always wore, jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirts, and flannels, but every Sunday she wore a dress.  He remembered the first time she had done it when we were kids, and he had asked her if she was going to church or something? Addison just smiled and said no.  It wasn’t until years later and that conversation long forgotten, she explained the dress to him.   He kind of wished he could go back in time and change that day.  He had already decided what he would do, but he never thought about how it would affect the rest of his life.  

Whiskey had been teasing Addison, they were sitting on the top of truck and the wind kept on trying to blow the material way from her body.  He wanted a peek, so he didn’t really care, but Addison had always been such a tomboy he couldn’t help but give her some shit about her attire.  His plan was already in motion to win her, and he was putting all his seventeen-year-old charm her way. 

“Oh, come on Addison, just let the wind take it. I’m dying for a look at those little undies you have on under that prissy dress. 

“Stop it Aiden, I get one day to be a girl.  All week long I go to school, come home, work the farm, and then go work for Old man Harris.  I get everything on my clothes from mud to horse poop, but on Sunday’s I get to wear a dress and pretend, just for a little while that my life is a little different.  I can wear a dress and not get dirty.  So, I can feel pretty,” Addison looked down as if she was ashamed of what she just admitted to.

Whiskey had felt bad, he knew his intentions weren’t right, but in that moment, he showed her something he never showed anyone, softness.  Hugging her up close, he said and truly meant, “Addison you are pretty, jeans and mud or a dress and heels.” 

Brushing her bangs away from the front of her face she looked up at him with those startling hazel eyes made brighter by the tears she was trying to hold back.  Her little smile was too much of a temptation and he kissed her, right there in the middle of the field. Kissing Addison Sinclair turned into more right at that second with their lips pressed firmly together.  She was no longer the girl he played tag with, or went fishing with, and swam in the pond on hot summer days.  Right then and there, Addison became his.

God, he had forgotten about that, forgotten about the feelings; even now looking at her he felt the same.  Addison Sinclair was still his and still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.    

“What are you doing here Addison?  Why the dress, it isn’t Sunday?”

Addy heard that grumble and didn’t even need to look around, she hadn’t heard that voice in ten years; it had changed, now it was deeper, gruffer maybe, but still the same.  She would recognize it anywhere.  Aiden was standing behind her, and she felt an involuntary shiver run underneath her skin.  It was almost like a low electrical current connected her body to the man’s voice, and for about two seconds, she loved it, wanted to cherish and accept it, and then she remembered.  She remembered everything, the heartbreak, the devastation, and isolation this man had left her with all those years ago, without even a single thought or word. 

Straightening her shoulders, she did the only thing her broken soul could do and tried to run.   Feeling his hand on her arm, Addy wanted to scream, rant, and rave, but mostly she just wanted to be gone, be away from this. His voice, his touch was a drug, she wanted him with every fiber of my being, and yet she hated him just as much.

“Let me go, Aiden,” she said, not turning around to face him

When he didn’t answer or comply with her request, she yanked her arm hard trying to dislodge his touch from her body.  It didn’t work.  The bastard had the nerve to pull harder until she didn’t have a choice but face the man of both her nightmares and dreams.  She wasn’t ready for the devastation of what coming face-to-face with him for the first time in so long would do to her.  And, shit, she realized she could have never prepared herself for meeting Aiden Frost eye-to-eye again.  His deep emerald green eyes scolded her and his ruggedly, harsh face transformed her back into that sixteen-year-old girl again with stars in her eyes and fairy tales in her mind.  He wasn’t a boy anymore, but a devastatingly handsome man.  Why couldn’t he have turned ugly over the years, why did he have to still call to her when other men didn’t? 

His white blond hair was still cut military short, and he had a neatly, groomed beard.  His hard-muscled body was mostly covered, but she could see he had sleeves of tattoos running up and down his arms in vibrant colors and shapes.  His t-shirt and jeans were a little worse for wear, but fit him like a glove, showing every dip and turn over his chiseled body, the leather vest she was familiar with lined his torso.  The RBMC cut, another reason she needed to get away from him, Addy didn’t want to be associated with an outlaw motorcycle club.  Built as a kid, now he was enormous, not only in height, but in width.  He towered over her five-foot-six frame by at least a foot.  His arms had to be about as big as her thighs.  Damn, she wasn’t sixteen anymore, but this man destroyed her in ways no one else ever could. 

The anger in his brilliant eyes snapped her out of her perusal of his body. This was not the same man she had once known, and he kind of scared her. 

“What the fuck, Addison, I’ve been back for six months, and you haven’t even tried to talk to me.  You run around town hiding behind corners and buildings like I have the fucking plague or something, and then I hear you're selling the farm and leaving town?  The same farm Pop worked so hard to keep in your family, so he could pass it down the line to you and you could do the same.  Have you turned into such a selfish bitch you would dishonor him in that way?  Jesus, are you even at all like the person you used to be?  What the fuck happened to you?”

Fuck, Whisk was messing this up, he wasn’t supposed to be pissing Addison off, he was supposed to claim her and bring her back to the Club for safe keeping.  But the past kept on making its way into his mind, and he couldn’t let it go.  What happened to all that shit he thought about back at the diner, forgiveness and teenage shit? Guess that shit still ran pretty deep because he couldn’t resist cutting her one last time.

It took Addison a couple of seconds to let what Aiden said sink in. What the ever-loving hell?  He had some goddamn nerve questioning her loyalty and condemning her for doing what she needed to do.  She didn't want to sell the damn farm; she had years of blood, sweat, and tears in that place, it was her home, but she didn’t know what the hell to do.  The RBMC could handle the shit that was coming her way, she couldn’t.  Christ on a fucking cracker if he would have just stayed away, she would have been fine.  How could he not realize how much this hurt?  To see him day in and day out and not be able to talk to him or touch him.  To imagine… Oh hell no Addison wasn’t going there, not today, not ever.

“Look around Aiden, Pop is gone, so is everything else.  You don’t get to tell me what you think or who you think I should be now.  You lost that right when you walked away and never once looked back.  Shit, you talk about me hiding around corners to avoid you.  Let me ask you a question, Aiden.  In the ten years, or hell even the six months you have been back, has there ever once been a time when you regretted not even giving me a simple goodbye back then?  Or answering the millions of phone calls I made to you after you got out of basic?  Or how about a single regret for returning every single letter I wrote you without even having the decency to open them?  Don’t give me your holier-than-thou attitude, Aiden. I’m the one you left behind without a single word or thought, not the other way around, and you have the nerve to call me selfish,” Addy screamed, pushing him away.

Aiden was so mad his body was vibrating with it. Fuck, how dare she act like this was all his fault. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Addison?  I fucking saw you coming out of Tanks house, I stood there and watched as he hugged you and kissed your cheek.  You hugged him back and laid your head right on his motherfucking chest.  What the hell was I supposed to do, accept that you cheated on me and just move on with you like everything was right in the world?  That shit is on you sweetheart,” the way he said sweetheart was so snide, Addy flinched.

“What are you talking about? I never once cheated on you, Aiden. Not in high school and not for a hell of a long time afterward. So, you might want to clue me the hell in here and explain exactly how I did you wrong.  I seem to remember getting an earful from Val and her cronies after you left, though, about how you were just with me to give Defiance one final Fuck You before you left.  Funny, I don’t ever once remember you telling me you had signed up to go into the military, but hey I was just a stupid sixteen-year-old girl.  So, believe whatever the fuck you want, I can honestly say I don’t care anymore.” 

“Bullshit, it was all everybody was talking about the next day in school.  Fuck, I saw the two of you, and even after all these years, you’re still denying it? Fuck babe, give it up, you weren’t worth it then, and you certainly aren’t now.  I just want to know why you would do this to Pop?”

That was the final straw for Addy. She’d had more than she could take and wanted to hurt Aiden just as much as he had hurt her.  Spreading her hands wide and keeping her voice as firm and strong as possible she said,

“Look around Aiden, everything I have ever loved has been laid to rest in this cemetery. Glad to know that what I once felt for you will finally be buried here as well.  I always knew you were an asshole, but I never once realized you were a bastard, too.”  Then Addy did the only thing she could and ran as far and as fast away from Aiden Frost as she could.