Harley spent months trying to get away from her abusive boyfriend. The last time he got his hands on her, she knew he wouldn’t stop beating her until she died—until Rage showed up. He took her back to the club to be cared for, and she found out she fit right in. A bonus was her feelings for Rage. But something unforeseen happened that took her away, and when she came back, she thought she’d lost him.
Rage thinks Harley was fated to be with the club because of her name alone. He tries to heal her heart and ends up losing his when she has to leave suddenly with no promise to return. His mistake was trying to replace her with another woman, which might cost him and the club.
Be Warned: anal sex
Harley ate as much as she could, with what felt like butterflies racing around in her stomach, and then rushed up to her room. She wanted desperately to talk to Rage, but she was also terrified. She knew he still wanted her from the feel of his cock against the small of her back and his caresses. She just didn’t know if he still held angry feelings toward her. Besides that, she’d never felt this depth of emotion with anyone before and didn’t know how to handle it. She thought a little more time might help.
She almost screamed when someone wiggled her doorknob.
She heard Rage sigh.
“Babe, open the door.”
She didn’t say anything hoping he’d go away until she could brace herself.
“I’m not going anywhere. We’re having this out now. I would have called you on the road, but I wanted to talk to you in person.”
She bit down on her lip.
“If you don’t open the door in the next few seconds, I’ll break in.”
She waited a bit too long because before she knew it, she heard a click and her door opened. Her mouth dropped.
“How did you do that so fast?” she asked.
He chuckled as he put away the wicked-looking knife on the back of his belt, closed the door behind him, and locked it.
She ignored the feeling of trepidation she felt when she heard the click of the lock.
“I’m a biker, babe. We have to know things.”
She wrapped her arms around herself.
He held out his hand. “Come here.”
“A-are you mad at me?” she asked.
His brows snapped together. “Why the hell would I be mad at you?”
Harley shrugged. “I don’t know. You stayed away from home a long time, and a few people commented that it was because of me.”
“That’s bullshit. I’ve never been mad at you. Now, come here.”
She swallowed and walked to him as he leaned against the door and spread his legs. He pulled her in-between his legs and held her hips in both hands.
“I can’t wait anymore. I know I fucked up with Dana…”
“We weren’t seeing each other, Rage. You did nothing wrong.”
“Well, it fucked me up. I want you. I can’t say it any plainer than that,” he said.
Harley knew at that moment this was a make-or-break for them. It would have been impossible to push him away.
“Yes. I want that, too.”
He pulled her tightly against his chest, and it felt like he would never let her go, and she was okay with that.