Torch (Great Wolves MC) - Jayne Blue Page 0,66

She planted her hands on either side of me. I threaded my fingers through her hair and spurred her on. She sucked and swirled and made the damn stars spin for me.

When I couldn’t take it another second, I brought her up by her elbows. I pushed her shirt all the way up over her tits so I could see them.

She pulled her jeans down past her knees and got on top of me. Sydney sank down, rooting me deep. God. I filled her. She was so hot. So wet. So ready. Before I knew it, we tumbled off the bench and into the grass.

I had to be quick. But I had to make her mine that night all over again.

Sydney clawed at the grass. She was a wild thing. I was so wrong. The monster was still inside of me, but she took it all in. Made me better than I was before. She took my pain. She took my dark parts, the animal inside of me, and claimed it for herself.

To prove her point, Sydney rolled, going up on all fours in the grass. God. How did she know it was exactly what I needed?

I mounted her, and she came almost instantly. I stroked her as I pumped into her. Every drop. Every thrust. She took it all.

Then I folded her into my arms and smoothed her hair back. We were a tangle of limbs and a jumble of clothes. The freighter began to clear the bridge, growing closer. It blared its horn, shattering the night.

“I love you,” she said. “And yes, I want to be yours forever.”

I clasped my fingers with hers and brought them to my lips. “That’s a promise,” I said. “And I always keep my promises.”

“Good,” she said. “So do I.”

She kissed me and made me whole.

Later, we climbed up the embankment together. As we mounted the bike, the freighter finally passed, and the drawbridge closed. It was time to go back to the other side.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Glover. He answered before it even rang.

“Hey, Torch,” he said. “It’s all arranged. I was just about to call you. It’ll come through in about a minute.”

“Good,” I said, clicking off.

“Torch,” Sydney said. “We have to go. I want to be there when Shannon wakes up. She’s going to need me. And somebody needs to get word to Sticks.”

“It’s going to be taken care of,” I said. “Can you wait here for me for just a minute, though?”

She opened her mouth to ask but must have seen something in my eyes. I left her sitting on the bike and walked back down to the bench.

I took a seat just as my phone rang. I answered. “You have a collect call from an inmate, do you accept the charges?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Torch?” Colt said, breathless. “What the hell’s going on?”

I smiled. “Prez, I’m gonna need you to keep it together until morning, but then, we’re gonna get you out of there.”

He went deadly silent for a moment, then, “Okay, I’m listening.”

“Not over the phone,” I said. “But I’ll see you by tomorrow afternoon. That’s a promise.”

Chapter Thirty

Sydney

One Week Later …

“Just hold up your end,” I said to Brittany. She was a new hire. Young. Pretty. But she had a long way to go to fill Shannon’s shoes. For now though, she stood on her tiptoes on a chair, struggling to keep one end of the welcome banner from falling down.

“There,” I said as I used the staple gun next to her and secured the thing in place.

“How’s that look?” I asked. Nicole stood out in the center of the floor, looking up at the stage.

“Perfect,” she said, giving me the okay sign.

“Good job,” I said, patting Brittany on the back. I climbed off the ladder, she got off the chair. I popped down from the stage and went to Nicole’s side. She threw her arms around me.

“I can’t tell you how much I love you right now.” I’d been getting a lot of that. First, for taking over Shannon’s duties while she was in the hospital. She was due to get out in a couple of days. She had a few broken ribs, and her jaw was wired shut, but God or some miracle had intervened, and she’d make a full recovery. So would her unborn baby. Sticks knew about it now and in addition to the welcome home party, Torch told me he was planning to propose to her as soon as he