Outlaw's Ride: An MC Romance Carter Steele (if you liked this book TXT) 📖

I get is when I get raped or beaten up too badly. He lets me take a few days to heal up, at least enough to go back to work.

“Every day I wonder if today will be the day he kills me,” I signed. I started signing the next part but immediately stopped. I didn’t have the courage to admit that every day I wanted him to do it a little bit more.

Wreck had leveled his steady gaze on the far wall, the hate in his eyes nearly burning a hole in the reinforced metal sides. We sat in silence next to one another absorbing the full weight of the moment- me telling the story and him having heard it.

“I’m going to kill him,” Wreck said. It wasn’t a loud proclamation, if anything his voice was quiet and thoughtful. It was the absolute certainness and flat intensity of the words that made me shiver. It was as if Wreck was a knife who was matter-of-factly explaining how deep he was going to cut.

“Thank you,” he said, taking my hand. All the rage had washed from his severe features leaving only softening empathy. “I know how hard that must’ve been to get out into the open. You’re very brave, Sarah.”

“I don’t feel very brave. I feel like the world’s biggest coward.” I stifled a sob, but he caught my chin with a finger and raised my eyes to his.

“I don’t know a single other person that could’ve gone through what you’ve been through.”

“Why?” I asked, abruptly changing the subject to a question that’s burned away like a candle in my mind for almost as long as I’d known Wreck. “Why have you shown me so much kindness?”

“I know you, Sarah. I think I’ve known the kind of person you are all the way back to the moment I met you. That night when I went looking for you upstairs in the laundromat and you basically rang the alarm on me telling me you never wanted to see me again. You signed something at me right before I left. I had no idea what the hell it was at the time, but now that I know a few things about the language I figured it out. You said, ‘I’m not worth it.’” Wreck’s calloused hand cradled the side of my face. It was so warm and accepting that I couldn’t help but nuzzle into it a little. “The things I've done for my MC...”

Wreck's closed his eyes, the pain of past failures or maybe even past victories clearly haunted him.

“You say you're not worth any kindness? Well none of us are,” he said after a sharp breath, eyes still closed. Wreck blinked the focus back into his eyes and leveled a sympathetic gaze on me. “But that sure as hell don't mean we don't need it. And if the rest of the world won't give it to us, then it's on you and me to give a damn about each other.”

My chest and face had begun heating up as I told my story and now hearing him say that to me they were near scalding. The wave of sorrow and resignation over my past had bled into the awe of being so heard and accepted by a man who had nothing to gain by caring about me.

So many bubbling emotions ran through me when I finally looked back into his eyes. A thousand pounds lifted from me. It was like I'd spent years trapped under a car slowly being crushed to death and here he comes and lifts it off so I could finally get out. Had it not been for his ruggedly strong form engulfing me there on the couch in the middle of his clubhouse trailer I might have just floated away. My hands tried to speak just to fill the empty space, but my mind didn’t know what to say. It was funny. For never being able to speak I was rarely at a loss for words.

Until now. With him.

After nearly half a dozen false starts I let my heart take over and pushed my lips into his. The walls that had kept us apart these few weeks had crumbled down around us as we urgently explored each other tongues. What started as ginger touches melted into more with the abandon of a forbidden couple whose time together was quickly running out. If all we had was this moment we’d make the most of it.

Wreck slid a hand around my back and guided me off our slightly awkward perch on the couch, neither of us breaking the hungry, urgent kissing. Several blind, meandering steps bumped us against the large wooden table in the center of the room.

My legs quivered with the intensity of his lips as they worked their way down my jawline to my neck. I let his strength hold me up while he unbuttoned my blouse and tore off his shirt and vest. The slight chill in the air washed over me sending goosebumps across my exposed flesh only to burn away at his hot, searching touch. Yearning for more, I pushed myself harder against him.

I'd wanted this so badly for so long.

But it was so much more than just lust. Everything felt so laid bare, so honest. All my hesitance and insecurity was gone.

Suddenly he pulled away. Wreck’s chest rose and fell in great heaves, his eyes narrowed and for a moment I thought I’d done something wrong.

“You're not my whore. You know that right?” he asked, taking my shoulders in his strong hands. Whatever he and Patrick had talked about when I stopped taking other clients must have been weighing on Wreck. I could see him struggle to control himself. The fire in his eyes wanted to tear my clothes off and take me. But he somehow, if only temporarily, showed restraint and let me go. After a deep breath he leaned back against the table and squeezed the edge of the wood so he