stupidity of his actions. “I promised her commitment. I promised her that she’d always come first, and then the job of infiltrating The Lions came up. I’d earned my patch by then and was ready to help the club. They needed someone who could go inside, gather information without any problems. There was a plan, and I volunteered for the job.”
“What about Tate?”
“The club came first, and I broke my promise. You knew what I was like, Killer. I fucked any woman I wanted. I was a monster. ”
“What are your thoughts now?” Killer asked.
“I’ve got to win her back. For the past couple of years I’ve stood back and watched her grieve and change. I can’t let her go, Killer.”
They were silent as they finished their smokes.
“How come you don’t feel betrayed by me?” Murphy asked, getting up.
“ You didn’t turn your back on the club, Murphy. I wasn’t there when the shooting went down, but I knew you’d be the kind of person I’d want to be joined with. The Skulls are bastards, and yet, there’s a sense of friendship and support. You don’t turn on each other. I want that.”
Killer grabbed the clothes , and they headed down to the lobby.
Angel and Lash were wrapped around each other, kissing and making a spectacle of themselves.
The drive to the airport was tense. The only sounds were Lash’s moans and Angel’s giggles, which were driving him insane.
When they hit the earth after the long flight back home, Murphy was anxious to get to Tate’s house.
“I’m going home. Bring Tate back home tomorrow,” Tiny said, leaving him to handle everything. The airport housed their bikes. It had cost a pretty penny , but it was worth it.
Climbing on his bike he noticed Killer follow him as he neared the apartment building where Tate lived. Stopping into a lay -by he waited for Killer to catch up with him.
“What are you doing, man? Tate’s going to be fighting me. You don’t want to see that.”
“I was going to give Cherry back her clothes. She deserves to have them back after we ruined their weekend.”
Nodding, Murphy gave the other man a bag. “I’ll get her apartment number for you to give the clothes back.”
They were riding toward the apartment building once again. With every mile they drove Murphy was tensing up ready for a fight. Tate was different , and he knew she was going to fight him every step of the way. He couldn’t lose sight of what he wanted.
The Tate she’d once been was still in there. He was the one responsible for ruining everything for her.
Parking the bike in the first available space he waited for Killer to do the same. “Go to the front door. I’ll text you the number.”
“Where are you going?” Killer asked.
“I always surprise my girl.”
Going around the back of the building, Murphy found the ledge he needed to start climbing the building. The first time he’d climbed into her bedroom window, Tate hadn’t been able to stop laughing at his gesture. He’d showed her it was lame and clichéd for a guy to sneak into a woman’s bedroom window. What Tate didn’t know was he’d gotten Eva’s help to do it. She kept Tiny occupied while he gave Tate what she always wanted.
Climbing up the building Murphy cursed his efforts. “Fucking killed men and wasting my time making shit special for my woman. Bad fucking form. I should just use my dick instead.”
Her window was partially open.
“If you’re trying to make women go crazy then stop ranting at yourself,” Tate said. She was stood facing the window with her arms folded.
“How the fuck did you know I was coming?” he asked, closing the window behind him.
“I heard the bikes and saw you heading toward the back. You’re a creature of habit, Murphy. The window? You’ve told me loads of times before how fucking lame it is.”
She left the bedroom , and he went after her. He was struck by the curves of her ass, and his cock thickened. Fuck, he needed to get inside her again very
“What about Tate?”
“The club came first, and I broke my promise. You knew what I was like, Killer. I fucked any woman I wanted. I was a monster. ”
“What are your thoughts now?” Killer asked.
“I’ve got to win her back. For the past couple of years I’ve stood back and watched her grieve and change. I can’t let her go, Killer.”
They were silent as they finished their smokes.
“How come you don’t feel betrayed by me?” Murphy asked, getting up.
“ You didn’t turn your back on the club, Murphy. I wasn’t there when the shooting went down, but I knew you’d be the kind of person I’d want to be joined with. The Skulls are bastards, and yet, there’s a sense of friendship and support. You don’t turn on each other. I want that.”
Killer grabbed the clothes , and they headed down to the lobby.
Angel and Lash were wrapped around each other, kissing and making a spectacle of themselves.
The drive to the airport was tense. The only sounds were Lash’s moans and Angel’s giggles, which were driving him insane.
When they hit the earth after the long flight back home, Murphy was anxious to get to Tate’s house.
“I’m going home. Bring Tate back home tomorrow,” Tiny said, leaving him to handle everything. The airport housed their bikes. It had cost a pretty penny , but it was worth it.
Climbing on his bike he noticed Killer follow him as he neared the apartment building where Tate lived. Stopping into a lay -by he waited for Killer to catch up with him.
“What are you doing, man? Tate’s going to be fighting me. You don’t want to see that.”
“I was going to give Cherry back her clothes. She deserves to have them back after we ruined their weekend.”
Nodding, Murphy gave the other man a bag. “I’ll get her apartment number for you to give the clothes back.”
They were riding toward the apartment building once again. With every mile they drove Murphy was tensing up ready for a fight. Tate was different , and he knew she was going to fight him every step of the way. He couldn’t lose sight of what he wanted.
The Tate she’d once been was still in there. He was the one responsible for ruining everything for her.
Parking the bike in the first available space he waited for Killer to do the same. “Go to the front door. I’ll text you the number.”
“Where are you going?” Killer asked.
“I always surprise my girl.”
Going around the back of the building, Murphy found the ledge he needed to start climbing the building. The first time he’d climbed into her bedroom window, Tate hadn’t been able to stop laughing at his gesture. He’d showed her it was lame and clichéd for a guy to sneak into a woman’s bedroom window. What Tate didn’t know was he’d gotten Eva’s help to do it. She kept Tiny occupied while he gave Tate what she always wanted.
Climbing up the building Murphy cursed his efforts. “Fucking killed men and wasting my time making shit special for my woman. Bad fucking form. I should just use my dick instead.”
Her window was partially open.
“If you’re trying to make women go crazy then stop ranting at yourself,” Tate said. She was stood facing the window with her arms folded.
“How the fuck did you know I was coming?” he asked, closing the window behind him.
“I heard the bikes and saw you heading toward the back. You’re a creature of habit, Murphy. The window? You’ve told me loads of times before how fucking lame it is.”
She left the bedroom , and he went after her. He was struck by the curves of her ass, and his cock thickened. Fuck, he needed to get inside her again very
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