She thought she left her wild past behind, but some things never stay buried.
Harper Davis thought her life was finally settling into a peaceful routine—until her past roars back into town. When her ex, Jaxon Steele, reenters her life, so do old secrets, including the one she’s kept for years: their daughter, Mia.
Jaxon, harder and older, a senior member of the Iron Sentinels MC, is back to claim what’s his and protect the family he never knew he had. Jaxon has spent years shielding his club from danger, but nothing could prepare him for Harper’s revelation. With the Vipers MC threatening to destroy everything he holds dear, Jaxon will stop at nothing to keep Harper and Mia safe. As danger looms, the spark between Harper and Jaxon reignites, burning hotter than ever.
But with enemies closing in and the stakes higher than ever, Jaxon must fight not only to protect his family but to earn back Harper’s trust. Can they reclaim the love they once lost, or will the secrets and threats of their past tear them apart for good?
Harper,” he murmured, reaching for her as she stepped into his arms.
The moment their bodies touched, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them. Harper tilted her head up, her lips seeking his again, and Jaxon met her halfway.
This kiss was different from the one on the doorstep—hungrier, more desperate, as if they were trying to make up for lost time.
Jaxon roamed his hands over her back, his touch igniting sparks along her skin. Harper tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.
Their breaths mingled, their kisses growing deeper, more urgent, until they were both consumed by the heat building between them. His muscled body felt amazing against hers, solid like she remembered, a contrast to her softness.
“Are you sure?” Jaxon asked, his voice rough, his forehead resting against hers.
Harper nodded, her eyes shining with certainty. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”
That was all the encouragement Jaxon needed. He scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as he carried her down the hallway to her bedroom.
The door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them in a world of their own making.
He laid her gently on the bed, his gaze never leaving hers as he leaned down, capturing her lips once more. Harper arched beneath him, and she used her hands to explore the expanse of his back, savoring the feel of his muscles tensing under her touch.
Jaxon left a trail of kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.
Every touch, every kiss, was a reclamation of something they had lost, a bridge between the past and the present.
Jaxon’s hands were skilled, knowing exactly where to touch, how to draw soft moans from her lips. Harper felt as if she were drowning in him, and she didn’t want to come up for air.