Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(85)

“Babe, you don't have to thank me for shit, or sing my ass sonnets. When you're screaming your lungs out underneath me and exploding on my cock, that's how I know you love me. When I see my face getting older and wiser in those blue eyes, I know. You're fucking crazy if you think you've gotta prove anything – or if you think I'd ever doubt it.”

“You'd better kiss me and come closer to get a better look,” she said, smiling, taking a long look at the stars before meeting my eyes. “It's such a beautiful night.”

“Yeah, Ell-Bell, but it's barely different than any other. We're gonna be having nights like this for a long fucking time. Count on it, as sure as you'll be rocking our kid to sleep by winter.”

“Oh, I will, you wonderful bastard.”

I smiled into our next kiss. These getaways were great. The club needed ceremony sometimes, and so did we as a couple, but fuck.

Honestly, I'd be renewing our vows every single day. I did it every time I took these lips, listened to her voice, pinned her down and felt her shaking under me.

About a minute later, we managed to pull away just long enough to crawl into our tent underneath the starry sky.

We renewed our vows all damned night, and probably forged a few new ones in dirt and grit and lust.

I loved this woman so much I couldn't believe I'd wasted so much time on other shit. I remembered the first time those bright blue eyes gave me the world when we were dumb kids, staring at me through the spokes of her screwed up bike tire as I kneeled down to give her a hand.

Half an eternity ago, and it was still as fucking beautiful as yesterday. I passed the hell out next to my woman with a smile on my face.





Blackjack's Secret: Grizzlies MC Romance


By Nicole Snow





I: No Less Bitter (Blackjack)


I watched my boys get married one by one.

First Roman and Sally, complete with a kid in tow. I'd bet my bottom dollar my Enforcer would have another kid in her by next year, giving Caleb a little brother or sister.

Rabid and Christa. The joy he'd brought to her scarred face and torn up life tugged something wicked on these old heartstrings. He'd paid her debt in blood, saved her life, and given her the world.

Brass and Missy. Once a junkie, my Veep was only addicted to his girl now. He'd pulled her out of the gutter and adopted her little sis like his own daughter. Their marriage reminded me every damned day I'd made a solid choice for my right hand man when I took this club over.

Finally, Asphalt and Elle Jo. She poured ice on the hothead, and he gave her fire. They were born in the club. They'd die someday with the patch hanging over them too, but not before their hearts were scorched to a crisp with the flame they had for each other.

Shit, their love hit me the hardest. They'd really suffered for their love.

All too brutally familiar, stabbing me right between the eyes, reminding me of everything I'd squandered, lost, and still had on the line.

Their pain, I got on a very fucking visceral level. It hung low in my bones, worse than the ache radiating up hip since I'd taken a bullet to the leg. The old wound nipped at me now as I rode away from our happy camp in Oregon, on toward Missoula.

As far as my boys knew, I was going up there to have some serious talks with the Devils about business. That much was true, but Missoula would be at the tail end of a more personal pit stop.

I was going home. It was time to pay homage to the past and stare my future in the face, back in Spokane, the place I'd lived and loved half a lifetime ago.

I rode hard all day and night. Mountains, forests, and streams passed by in a blur, cold as time and faceless as the wind ripping through my long graying hair.

Nothing but truckers and young kids on the road at night. When they saw me coming, they moved the fuck over. Probably wondered if they'd seen a ghost when I got up alongside them.

Didn't ever smile unless somebody had a kid in the car. Especially not on this trip.

Coming so close to my girl was always a bitch because she kept me so far. Impossibly distant. She still hadn't forgiven me, after all these years, and I knew she never would.

I never told my boys about the hell behind me, the agonizing loss, and I sure as shit never said anything to the bastards who served in the Grizzlies with me under Fang. This shit was too private, even for brothers.

Spokane had the only thing in the world that could make me lose my shit. I'd rather take a dagger to the chest a hundred times than let any man sharing the patch see me break.

Outlaw Presidents don't get the luxury of tears.

Not even when they're hot, toxic, and totally justified.

My heart thumped like a big bass drum by the time I saw the little outline of Spokane coming into view. My bike roared through the mountains, and the memories hit me harder than the Washington wind.

A soft, dark morning dawned on the last stretch. Perfectly somber atmosphere for what I had to do. I turned off the main road, bypassing the town center, and headed for the sticks.