Switch out our eyes, the hair, and take in the fact the guy’s got twenty years of life in an outlaw motorcycle club on me—the resemblance is there.
“All these years of not knowing. Growing up hating a man I didn’t know because I thought he didn’t want us. When it wasn’t true.”
Disbelief suffocates me.
Mason perks up. “What do you mean it wasn’t true?”
I cock my head toward him. “The memory that came back was from the night of my mother’s murder. Was not long after Grandma had found me by her body. The man’s voice I always heard but couldn’t place? It was Cannon’s. I saw his face. He sent us away so we’d be safe. So I wouldn’t be killed like my mom was. He did it to protect us.”
“You sure we’re talking about the same Axel Hawke?”
I sigh and my shoulders loosen at Mason’s effort to lighten the mood. We’re in opposite roles for a change. “Yeah. Surprised the hell out of me too.”
“What are you going to do?”
I pull my lips together. “No idea. But I’ve got so many questions I want answers too. I’ve spent twenty-nine years of my life wondering why my mother was murdered by an evil son of a bitch. Now I have a chance to finally find out.”
Mason crosses his arms over his chest and widens his stance. “All right. So we’ll go talk to Cannon.”
I stand back up and unstiffen my back. “If it’s all good with you, I think I want to do it alone. And can you not say anything to the others just yet? I need to talk to Ali about it first. I haven’t told her yet because I didn’t want to freak her out. She’s been around Cannon and the MC before when they dealt with the Marino’s. I didn’t want to drag up bad memories, but I’ve got to tell her.”
He nods. “Alison’s a lot stronger now, Roam. She can handle it. And you want to talk to Cannon on your own that’s okay. But I’ll be waiting outside. He might have done right by you when you were a kid, but you’re a cop and as big as he is. I’m not letting you walk into the lion’s den alone.”
The tension still twisting me up leaves with my best friend’s support. I could walk into a burning building offering no explanation, and if I were to look behind me, Mason would be there following me in without hesitation because it’s what he does. He fights hard and loves harder. There’s no other guy as loyal or as honorable as Mason Cole.
I give a tight-lipped smile. “Thanks, man. I know you’ve always got my back.”
He pats me on the shoulder and turns around. “Till the end, brother.”
I rock forward watching where my dick disappears into Ali’s pussy. I caress the round globes of her ass and pull her down on my shaft. I back out but not all the way letting my dick tease her entrance. Work her up some more, not that she needs it. She’s tight, wet, and milking my cock like nobody’s business. I yank her back down. Thrust hard. Lust shoots up my spine. My jaw tightens. I could stay like this forever. Buried in the tight wet warmth of the only woman I’ll ever love. Ignoring everything else except her. But I can’t. My balls are tightening up. My dick hardens to steel. Her pussy clamps around my cock, locking it in a vise. I pump into her harder. A little faster. My knuckles turn white where I dig into her hips. My knees bite into the sheets. The slapping of my balls against her cunt amplifies in the room and Ali throws her head back. Her long blonde hair splays over her back and I don’t waste the opportunity to wrap it in my hands. I lean over her. One hand full of her hair as the other reaches under her arm, around to her tits. I squeeze one tight in my hand and use it to hold her in place. My fingers wander and I grab her nipple. I tweak it. Pinch it. I pinch it hard and it sends her over the edge. Her pussy spasms around me. A moan rocks through her as she comes. I slide a hand back down her spine and keep up my pace. She’s silk beneath my roughness. So small. Delicate. But now—now she’s not so breakable.