Page 40 of Jigsaw

I parked the bike and helped her climb off before grabbing a wet wipe from the saddle bag for her to clean herself up. Once she was finished and I’d tucked my cock back into my jeans, I helped Willow back onto the bike behind me. She was naked as the day she was born, and as I turned the bike to go back and retrieve her clothes, I felt her remove her hands from my waist.

Looking into the rear-view mirror, I saw her stand on the pegs and raise her arms to the side as she let the sunshine onto her face with her eyes closed. She was beautiful in the reflection, and I made sure to keep the bike straight and true on the way back to the tree.

Some people would balk at the crazy requests we made of each other, but our kinks meshed perfectly. We were both adventurous, we both loved the thought of getting caught, and we were eager to experience every pleasure known to man.

After I helped her get redressed and back onto the bike, we pulled away and onto the road a short while later. Willow’s face was resting against my back as I turned toward the diner, and I couldn’t help but smile.

When I left Minneapolis six years ago, I did so only to protect her from an angry father, not realizing I was walking away from my heart. But I was never meant to be a Phantom Renegades. Deep down, I was meant to be a Sinner, even if I did have to become a Bastard before I could discover the club I was meant to be a part of.

And Rapid City was meant to be my home, so leaving Minneapolis and allowing Willow the chance to grow and mature was good for both of us.

She said the universe delivered when it was meant to, and we couldn’t question why this year’s Sturgis Rally was meant to be our time. I didn’t know if I believed in God, the universe, or anything else, but I believed in Willow.

With a little trust and a whole lot of faith, I’d found my forever.

Isn’t that what everyone wanted?