Page 23 of Rough Road

Grier wanted to go slow, to caress every inch of her, but Fiona shoved him onto his back and rolled until she was on top, then sat up to lower herself onto his dick, taking him one slow inch at a time, teasing him with her slick wet pussy and those fingertips, tweaking his nipples, sliding down his gut, to touch herself.

So hot. So fucking perfect. She arched her back, set the rhythm, slow and seductive, and waited until he was so close to shooting a load inside her before she called out his name and moved with such urgency he exploded.

When she collapsed onto his chest, chest heaving, body trembling, Grier kissed the top of her head and squeezed her closer. “I love you.” Maybe she wasn’t ready to hear the words, but he needed to say them.

And he tried not to be hurt that she didn’t say it back to him. Instead, he tilted her chin up for a kiss. But now that he wasn’t inside her anymore and his thoughts cleared, the fury came back, roared through his blood. They’d branded her. Twice. Branded. Like property.

His body tensed. And Fiona noticed, lifted her head. “Hey.”

Grier couldn’t speak, couldn’t even look at her. He’d failed her. His fault. His fault. His fault. He should’ve been on that plane with her instead of playing outlaw with a motorcycle club that he’d led into trap after trap. And they’d branded her.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice broke and tears leaked down his cheeks. He was lying next to her crying like a baby, letting her console him. It took a minute before he could speak. “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

She smoothed his hair back. “It’s done with. I’m fine and London is fine and we’re safe now.”

Her words registered on his too-late-for-words level. She’d be safe for the rest of her life and he’d make sure.

“I’m going back and I’m going to find him.” And burn him alive.

“No.” She shook her head. “You can’t. It’s not safe.” Her defeated sigh shook him. “Let the club handle him. Let them worry. We have this now. A place he can’t get to us. We have each other.”

“Fiona.”

She pushed him off and sat up. “When he had me, all I could think about was getting back to you, being safe with you. It—you got me through that. I don’t need him dead.” She cupped Grier’s cheek. “I thought I did, but then I saw you and knew I didn’t need anything but you. I can survive what happened, but I won’t survive losing you.”

The words should have calmed his rage, but only inflamed him further. “And you think he’ll get to me first?” Of course she did. Why wouldn’t she? Nothing he’d done would have convinced her otherwise, but this wasn’t about the club. This was about his family, the only one he’d ever had outside of Kye.

“No. But he’s unpredictable, and I don’t want to take a chance on a stray bullet or… anything else. You’re mine now, and I want to keep what’s mine close to me.”

Goddammit. The wet-lashed plea. The silent don’t-let-me-down look. The irresistible weapons she had in her arsenal. “Fiona, as long as he’s out there, this is your prison. You’ll never be safe outside of these gates. And maybe not inside. London will never be safe. I have to go. This has to end so we can live our lives.”

“Do I look unhappy here? This was my idea. My picket fence, Grier. I don’t give a damn about going back to Pine Hill. There’s nothing there for us.”

Max would be rolling in his grave if he heard her now. He’d left her everything he had, everything he’d built, and Grier had ruined it for her. Made her not want it. Destroyed everything. Fuck.

“Fiona, I have to go back. We won’t have peace anywhere until we don’t have to worry about him anymore, until we don’t have to look over our shoulders.” The threat would remain as long as Sedotal was breathing and Grier refused to let his family live that way.

She sighed. “If you go, I’m going with you.”

The hell she was. “No. Out of the question.” He was protecting her, not throwing her back into the fray. And there would be a fray. Besides, she didn’t want to go. A deaf man would have heard the fear and doubt in her voice.

“Then what am I supposed to do? Sit here on my hands while you’re back there playing superhero?” She shook her head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“You shot him. Carr stabbed him. And I’m going to finish him. It’s my turn. He’s a threat to my family, to the two people I love more than anything in the world.” Maybe if he softened his words, used his love for her, she would understand why it had to be him and him alone. If not, if she couldn’t go along with it, maybe she could look back on this moment later and forgive him because he was doing this for them. For their family. “I don’t want to live our lives without peace. Without knowing I did everything I could to protect you and London. Please try to… understand.”

She leaned forward and laid her head on his chest. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

“I promise.” He would kill Sedotal and then they could restart their lives together.

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Fiona watched Grier. When he slept. While he was awake. In the shower. On the beach. Everywhere he went, she kept watch, unable to stand the thought of not seeing him. His hair had the same streaks of white-blond he’d had a year ago, and his skin had a sun-kissed glow to it.

And she was about to let him go back to Pine Hill. Alone. To fight a guy who didn’t fight fair. And if she lost Grier…

Fiona took her cup of coffee to the veranda and watched Grier sitting on the beach staring out at the water. How was she supposed to let him go back? Let him walk into danger?

Kye opened the door and looked out. “Oh, sorry.”