Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

encouragement with the grinding he adds to mine. My pussy constricts before an orgasm rolls through me. The breath is stolen from me and the high of endorphins races through me. His grip tightens and his cock hardens impossibly more before he shoots his cum deep inside of me.

We pace ourselves to ride out the waves of ecstasy to the end. Opening my eyes, I find him staring at me. “You’ll stay here for now with me?” he questions quietly.

“Yes,” I whisper back. I don’t know how long, but for now, I want Colt more than any man I have ever had. He’s just not committed to the baby. Our time together just started the countdown to the end of the few stolen moments of magic.

15

Cowboy

I’m a liar. I’ve spent the week wrapped up in Angie’s arms. I soaked in her magic touch to tamper down the burning truth that resides in my chest. As much as I want to get lost and stay lost, I’m hurting myself by not pressing forward. I need to say goodbye to the man who was a part of my life as family. I don’t know what’s in store with Bull and his old lady, but it’s time I manned up and wrapped up the past. It seems that my dad, Blade, and Axl are right. The past won’t be ignored any longer. There’s no more lying to myself. I have to take control of my life. I haven’t been right in a long time.

In the kitchen, I find Angie swaying her hips from side to side. Her phone plays music while she scrambles eggs for breakfast. “Big day ahead?” I grumble from behind her.

“Yes, I have a full day of appointments booked. My plan for discounts on social media has pulled in some new clients.” She beams and plates the food for us. My dog, Lucky, sits at her side, where she has been since the day she got back from Blade’s house. She’s fiercely protective of the baby inside her. I don’t think Angie has picked up on that though. I think back to the first night we were together, when I asked her not to leave. Deep down, I knew I would be, but at the time, I couldn’t face the fact I didn’t know if I would be coming back. Today, I’m going back to Ely.

“Good. I need to head back home. I have some business to handle and then we’ll see from there.” I leave my heart on the line. It beats rapidly, begging me not to leave her. I’m not sure when I grew attached to the woman sitting next to me. My chest squeezes. She crept up on me when I let my defenses down. Every laugh we had as friends was a lie, because she was mine. Angie changed me and the way I saw my life the very first second I talked to her. For the first time ever, I don’t want to walk away, but I have to. For me to do right by her and the baby, I need to right my past. Angie hands me my plate and stares into my eyes for a split second. She can read the hesitation but also the determination.

Angie sits on the little couch in the living room. “I get it. Colt, for what it’s worth, this last week meant a lot to me. You need to go back sometimes before you can move forward.” Leaving the food, I carry my bag and follow.

Neither one of us know what tomorrow will bring.

“I paid the rent for the next six months already.” Her hand pauses as she raises her fork to her mouth for just a moment. “I’m a call away if you need me.” This is all out of left field, but if I don’t go now, I never will, that much I do understand. “I need to know that you’ll be okay.”

She finished chewing and swallows her food. “As your friend with extremely amazing benefits, I want you to call me too if you need me.” Her mouth says one thing, but the sadness in her tone says it differently. “Lucky, let’s go, girl.”

She whines as Angie tells her goodbye and gives her hugs before she sits at my side. With my bag packed and Lucky at my side, I give Ange a nod of my hat and walk out the door. I wanted to turn around and pick her up, throw her ass in the truck, and take her along. What does it mean that I need her with me? These are the answers I need and the only way to find them is to start from the past and work my way forward.

16

Angie

I’ve been stunned to silence since Colt walked out on me. He owed me nothing, but it hurt like hell the way he walked out, telling me that he means a lot to me. We could have something real. The problem is, does he feel it? I’m not running after him. I’m chasing the real and good things. I’ve sat here and looked around the empty space. Without him coming home, it feels like just walls to me. I’m resilient, so I pack my bags and load them into Jazzy’s car.

I’m not waiting around for a man to come back to me. I said I would help him, and I did. We had no attachments to each other. I could walk and he could at any time. It’s better now than later, when the feelings kept on growing, before the fantasy grew into more lies. He needs to find the truths about himself and believe in himself before he can love anyone. Of all people, I’ve learned this lesson the hard way. The recent changes in my life made me a believer in loving yourself above all else. If there is no you, there is no us.

It stings like a motherfucker that he hasn’t even acknowledged the