Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,154
was out there, and it made him easier to love. Not harder.
His past was grimy.
Mine was too.
Weren't we perfect for one another?
Cruz
There were many things in my life that I was ashamed of. Some of them petty, some of them, quite literally, explosive.
But as Indy collapsed on top of me, her body sinking into mine without restraint, showing me complete and utter trust, I was ashamed for being a pussy.
Ashamed that I was going ahead with something simply because my peers asked me to do it.
This was the whole 'Dean' thing again, just by another name.
I didn't have to do shit.
I did plenty for the club.
I got rid of the skeletons, tended the bar, was working on the plans for the clubhouse, would literally do anything they asked of me, but this, I just couldn't do it.
And this woman, my woman, was the reason my eyes were opened.
She'd always hated regular sex. But she'd come onto me, she'd enticed me. Why? To show me that she was different? To give me hope that just because something was one way for a decade didn't mean it had to be that way for another?
Or, maybe, I was reading into it too much. What I did know was that I'd taken a seat at her workstation, fully expecting to walk out of here with a new tattoo, but no woman in my arms.
Instead, it was the opposite.
I had more than a handful of an Old Lady, I was even lying in the fucking wet spot, but the tattoo wasn't complete yet.
I was happy with that deal.
Tilting my head to the side, I nuzzled into her, rubbing my nose against her hairline, breathing in her scent, knowing that with the secret out, unless I was a complete fool, the past wouldn't tear us apart.
So I had to make sure the future wouldn't either.
She dozed against me, and I let her. I'd twisted things toward the end, knowing from the saucy glint in her eyes, that she was waiting for it. And whenever I turned on that side of myself, her pussy just gushed.
She fucking loved it, and because I loved her, because she was trying to show me that she loved me even with the clusterfuck of my past, how couldn't I give her what she needed from me?
So she was tired, and I let her rest. Maybe I even dozed a little, but I woke up to the glaring overhead light, cold from being ass-naked in the middle of the studio, still with a ripe bundle in my arms.
She was twitching here and there, tiny, minute movements that told me what was happening.
Maybe it had to be this way, maybe it needed to be this way.
For her to be here, on top of me, feeling everything she felt, experiencing it physically if not subconsciously with her.
"No, Uncle, no, please—"
Rage filled me, and I'd admit, when things were back on track, if I was still in the MC, and we weren't two computer gurus down, and we had proof, I'd go hunting for that fuck, Martin.
He'd bear my wrath against Indy's Uncle Kevin.
I didn't care if Nyx was going cold turkey, I knew how to dispose of the body. I'd do it on my own time.
Sure, I wouldn't be killing the man who had hurt Indy, the one who was behind the nightmares, but it would be cathartic, and it would make me feel a hell of a lot better.
Indy wasn't the kind to overreact, wasn't the type to misread a situation, so I knew Martin was a cunt. But I also knew the MC had rules for Nyx, knew they had to investigate a man before they put him down, so I would wait as well. Whether it was alone, with Nyx as he broke his promise to Indy, or with Storm if he found out, I'd be there for the ride.
Unable to do anything else, I simply stroked my hand down the length of her spine, wishing she was bare, wishing there were no clothes in the way. But aside from the way her legs were splayed atop me, straddling me like she was, which undoubtedly bared her peachy ass to the wall, she looked pretty normal. Normal when I wanted her naked like me.
Grunting under my breath, I murmured, "He can't hurt you, Indy, I won't let him. I'll stop him. I won't let him do this. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe."