Robin has been gone for two years. No matter the lead, Preacher has hunted for her. He can’t find her and admitting defeat isn’t in his nature. She’s in pain, and there’s nothing he can do to help her but sacrifice everything in vain.
When Preacher least expects it, Robin is reported alive. Badly beaten and broken, she’s in the hospital, back in their lives once again.
Only, when Robin wakes up, she doesn’t remember her identity, the club, or anything about the last two years. She has no memory of Preacher, of Bishop, nothing. Her life is a complete blank and what’s more, she knows deep down she’s hurting her loved ones.
The man who took her from Preacher is still out there. Someone close to home has helped his enemy, and Preacher knows Robin isn’t safe. Not only does he have to deal with his woman’s complete lack of memory of him and their time together, he knows his enemy will try to reclaim her.
Two years is a long time, and the memories return with a revelation Preacher isn’t prepared for.
Was Robin running away from a monster?
Or was she running straight back to the man who took her—a man she may even be in love with?
Robin’s heart raced as she waited to hear the truth from his lips. Did he love someone else? Was there ever going to be a chance for her?
Pressing her lips together, she looked up at him, wanting to touch him, to hold him, to love him more than anything. Her memories weren’t back yet. She didn’t know if she ever wanted them to be back.
“I didn’t find anyone else. There is no way I could ever want anyone but you.” He stroked her cheek.
He was a large man, full of muscles and strength. Yet, each time he touched her, she was shocked by how sweet and gentle he was with her. It was like he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her, and well, she wasn’t going to complain about that.
She offered him a smile. “There’s no one?”
“There’s no one.”
“Then why haven’t you been with me? Why haven’t you tried to help me remember?”
“I don’t know what you went through with Reaper, Robin. There are memories that are going to be unleashed, and they’re not pretty. Randall has warned us. The room upstairs, there’s more to that tale. It’s not easy.”
“You know what I’ve come to realize?” she said.
“Life isn’t easy and it’s not supposed to be. I don’t want you to run from me or hide anymore. I’d like to get to know you.” She took his hand, locking their fingers together. “Can we have a chance to be together? You and me with no one else trying to take it away from us?” She licked her dry lips.
“There are times I forget you don’t remember.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s the best kind of thing,” he said. His hand stroked down her cheek, moving to the back of her neck and she waited. He pulled her close and when his lips met hers, it was everything she had hoped it would be. She let out a little moan, gripping his shirt and moving so that she straddled his waist.
The hard ridge of his cock pressed between her thighs, and a hunger she couldn’t even recall consumed her. This was what she wanted. Needed.
“Robin,” he said between kisses.
“Please, don’t stop kissing me.”
“We’re moving too fast.”
She pulled back. “I’m not panicking. I’m not scared. I want this, Preacher. I … I’ve been near Bishop and there’s nothing there. I don’t know why I ended up married to him, and quite frankly, I don’t care. Don’t you feel this?” She put her hand on his chest. “I can’t give you everything you want. I don’t know if I’ll ever remember what happened between us in the past, but I can give you my future.” She kissed his lips. “You said we didn’t have a whole lot of time together, so why wait?”
“A few hours ago, you couldn’t breathe because of a panic attack. We should take it slow.”
She rubbed her pussy against his dick, not wanting to take it slow. For some reason, she felt like there had already been too much time wasted already. She was tired of waiting for something to happen.
During her short twenty years of living, she’d become pregnant, married her best friend, been taken by a monster, lost her memories, and now she was this person who she couldn’t count on anymore.
“I don’t want to take it slow. I’m tired of waiting around.” She kissed him, sliding her tongue across his mouth until he opened up, and she released a moan, feeling connected to him once more. “Don’t you want me?”
“It’s not a matter of want. I’m trying to do the right thing here and to give you a chance to recover.”
She pulled away, staring him in the eye, really seeing him. “And what if I don’t ever recover? What if these feelings will never return? I don’t know what the future holds and to be frank, I’m scared. What if I never know what happened to me or who I can trust? My entire life is a mystery to me and all I care about right now is if you’d kiss me. I want you to kiss me. To feel you inside me. Is that so bad?”