my colors on my back, and I didn’t want it to cause any problems.
I shift my gaze over to Amy who is standing with a bottle of beer, talking to Harmony and her cousin, July. Both women seem like good people, and I’m happy Amy has good friends. She regularly sees Natalie too, which seems to help her cope with what she went through.
After that shit with Rick, she needed friends. The nightmares started almost the first night after I got her home from the hospital. It took us a long time to get those under control and even now, she’ll have the occasional one that leaves her screaming for me.
That day gave me a few of my own. When I found her still breathing I’d been relieved as fuck. She was mostly unhurt, apart from some abrasion and a mild concussion from being pistol whipped. She needed a few stitches to close the wound to her temple. Her throat hadn’t been damaged by the attack, but she was hoarse for a few weeks after. Hearing that, pissed me the hell off. I never wanted Amy to have fear in her life. I thought I could protect her and I’d failed her. That gave me my own nightmares. I never wanted her to be scared of anything, let alone something I could have prevented.
Amy’s told me more times than I can count that I have to stop blaming myself, but I can’t fucking help it. The thought of her running through that forest for her life made my head split with pain. We were lucky we’d arrived when we had. A few seconds later and we wouldn’t have seen them disappearing into the trees. Everything that happened that day seemed to have been perfectly timed. It was like the universe was saying it wasn’t Amy’s time yet. I was grateful as fuck for that. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet.
I haven’t had nearly enough time with my woman yet.
As if she can tell I’m thinking about her, her gaze raises and her eyes meet mine. I see the heat in them, feel the love shining through them and I remind myself I’m the luckiest son-of-a-bitch that ever lived. She’s everything to me.
She wanders over and sits next to me, leaning her head against my shoulder.
“You tired?” I ask her.
“A little.”
“Been tired a lot lately, babe.”
I want to ask her if the nightmares are back. It’s been a while since the last one, but I know better than to assume they’re totally gone. I don’t think they’ll ever leave her.
“I’m okay,” she tells me, but that worry doesn’t stop swirling in my gut.
“Sure?”
“Yeah.” Amy yawns. “Do you think we’ve stayed long enough?”
“I think so, babe.”
“Thank you for not glaring at Cobi all afternoon,” she says, swallowing another yawn.
“The guy isn’t that bad, for a cop,” I reluctantly admit. His woman is cool too. Hadley had told Cobi to play nice as soon as Amy introduced me to her, which made me chuckle. Amy had told me the same thing before we arrived.
I like the Broken Eagles. They’re not a club like mine, but they’re good people and I recognize the family ties here, which is an important part of the Sons too. Club is family, whether that’s blood or not.
“Go say goodbye,” I tell her, kissing her.
She heads over to her friends and says her goodbyes before coming back over to me. Hand in hand we head out to the driveway and my bike. As soon as my cast came off, I was back on two wheels. Our first ride had been phenomenal. The feel of Amy behind me is something I’ll never take for granted. I love the feel of her delicate arms wrapped around my waist. I love the feel of her holding me tightly, trusting me to keep her safe, and I always will. I’ll die for her. I love her with every fiber of my being.
I never thought I could love a person as much as I love Amy, but she’s in my heart and my soul. She’s everything I want in a woman and more. She never fails to impress me. Her tenacity at work, at home, it’s impressive.
I climb on the bike and pull on my helmet while she gets her own into place. Then she gets on behind me like a pro.
She snuggles up to me and I rub a hand over her thigh before I start the engine.
Then I hit the gas and we take off.
I never wanted a woman. I never wanted a life that could include kids and the white picket fence. I never wanted any of it.
Until Amy.
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Jessica Ames lives in a small market town in the Midlands, England. She lives with her dog and when she’s not writing, she’s playing with crochet hooks.
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