of her hands over his heart. “You’re in here and nothing is going to push you away. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips. “No pressure, no pushing, we’ll take our time together.”
She smiled as he pulled away.
“You’re gorgeous even when you’re embarrassed.” He chuckled, leaving her alone.
Turning and staring at her reflection, she blew out a breath.
It’s all going to be okay. She wanted to be with Reese and if that meant learning to accept him and the club then she would.
“You can do this, Amy. He’s gone and nothing is ever going to happen to you again.”
She found her hand shaking. This is what she hated the most. One part of her wanted to give herself over to Reese, to have what she’d witnessed that night all those years ago with the other woman. She wanted to give in and to know what it was like to be kissed, loved, and desired. However, another part of her was scared. All she’d ever known was fear and pain. Her mother and her therapist promised it would take time, but she’d be able to live normally. How could being frightened of everything in life be living normally? So far, she hadn’t been able to allow herself to experience new things, and she knew it was because of fear.
Fisting her hand, she was determined to ignore that inner fear and try. The bastard who was supposed to love and protect her would no longer be allowed to rule her. Her father was dead and she would learn to live life to the fullest.
A my was afraid of what she was about to do, not because she feared Joker, but because she was afraid of taking this first step toward her new future. The reality was that she could hide in the past forever, never being able to live her life fully because she worried she’d always be afraid. She thought about Joker, about him lying beside her in bed all night, holding her, and just being there for her. He had killed her father, the man who hurt and tormented her for far too many years. She hated him, hated that he still had this kind of control over her. Why should he dictate how she loved or was loved? Why should he control who she gave herself to?
She stared at herself in the mirror; her long dark hair was messy around her face, and light blue eyes. She had never thought of herself as pretty, never even thought she could truly be loved by someone. That was all thanks to her father, and what he had taken from her all those years ago. He hadn’t just taken her innocence, but her self-confidence, too.
Amy heard the front door close as David left for the day. Could she really do what she was about to do? Could he give herself to Reese? She wanted him, had for so long. He might be considered her step-brother, but she was a grown woman, knew who she loved and what she wanted, and she couldn’t let her life be dictated by her past any longer. She might not be able to give him the type of pleasure he sought, at least not at first, but she wanted to be with him, wanted to give him what he desired, and right now she’d just take baby steps.
Leaving the bathroom and standing right inside the room, she stared at Reese, who stood across the room, and looked at the hard planes of his muscular back and his biceps, at of all the ink that covered his golden flesh. His hair was messy from the night before, and she wanted to run her fingers through the shorter strands. She wanted to tug at the dark hair and tell him she wasn’t going to be afraid anymore. He was doing something on his phone, and when he set it aside and turned to face her, she took in the glorious expanse of his chest. His hard lines and planes, his rippling six-pack, that V of muscle that disappeared down his boxers… all of it was on full display and showing proudly through his ink.
For a second they just stood there while she checked him out, feeling her body grow warm and wet. She put all other thoughts aside so she could focus solely on the here and now.
“Hey, baby…” his
“I understand.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips. “No pressure, no pushing, we’ll take our time together.”
She smiled as he pulled away.
“You’re gorgeous even when you’re embarrassed.” He chuckled, leaving her alone.
Turning and staring at her reflection, she blew out a breath.
It’s all going to be okay. She wanted to be with Reese and if that meant learning to accept him and the club then she would.
“You can do this, Amy. He’s gone and nothing is ever going to happen to you again.”
She found her hand shaking. This is what she hated the most. One part of her wanted to give herself over to Reese, to have what she’d witnessed that night all those years ago with the other woman. She wanted to give in and to know what it was like to be kissed, loved, and desired. However, another part of her was scared. All she’d ever known was fear and pain. Her mother and her therapist promised it would take time, but she’d be able to live normally. How could being frightened of everything in life be living normally? So far, she hadn’t been able to allow herself to experience new things, and she knew it was because of fear.
Fisting her hand, she was determined to ignore that inner fear and try. The bastard who was supposed to love and protect her would no longer be allowed to rule her. Her father was dead and she would learn to live life to the fullest.
A my was afraid of what she was about to do, not because she feared Joker, but because she was afraid of taking this first step toward her new future. The reality was that she could hide in the past forever, never being able to live her life fully because she worried she’d always be afraid. She thought about Joker, about him lying beside her in bed all night, holding her, and just being there for her. He had killed her father, the man who hurt and tormented her for far too many years. She hated him, hated that he still had this kind of control over her. Why should he dictate how she loved or was loved? Why should he control who she gave herself to?
She stared at herself in the mirror; her long dark hair was messy around her face, and light blue eyes. She had never thought of herself as pretty, never even thought she could truly be loved by someone. That was all thanks to her father, and what he had taken from her all those years ago. He hadn’t just taken her innocence, but her self-confidence, too.
Amy heard the front door close as David left for the day. Could she really do what she was about to do? Could he give herself to Reese? She wanted him, had for so long. He might be considered her step-brother, but she was a grown woman, knew who she loved and what she wanted, and she couldn’t let her life be dictated by her past any longer. She might not be able to give him the type of pleasure he sought, at least not at first, but she wanted to be with him, wanted to give him what he desired, and right now she’d just take baby steps.
Leaving the bathroom and standing right inside the room, she stared at Reese, who stood across the room, and looked at the hard planes of his muscular back and his biceps, at of all the ink that covered his golden flesh. His hair was messy from the night before, and she wanted to run her fingers through the shorter strands. She wanted to tug at the dark hair and tell him she wasn’t going to be afraid anymore. He was doing something on his phone, and when he set it aside and turned to face her, she took in the glorious expanse of his chest. His hard lines and planes, his rippling six-pack, that V of muscle that disappeared down his boxers… all of it was on full display and showing proudly through his ink.
For a second they just stood there while she checked him out, feeling her body grow warm and wet. She put all other thoughts aside so she could focus solely on the here and now.
“Hey, baby…” his
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