Broken Biker (Whiskey Run: Guardians MC) by Hope Ford

Author:Hope Ford [Ford, Hope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Allison

I'm at that point where I know that it's morning, but I'm half conscious and I keep trying to fall back to sleep. I'm worn out, but I know I need to get up out of this bed. I stretch, and every muscle is sore, even muscles I didn't know that I had.

Kane is gone, and I try not to get caught up in wondering why he left before I was even awake. Flashbacks from last night replay in my head. I practically begged him to fuck me. I was demanding and completely uninhibited, and it was perfect. But today is a new day, and I have to remind myself that it was one night. I'll be going back to my own life soon and trying to figure out all of that. I know I need to make changes because there’s no way I want to live in that big house or go back to what my life used to be like.

I sit up in the bed and see myself in the mirror across the room. My hair is tousled, and even from here I can see the marks on my neck. I look like a completely different woman than the one that was staring back at me yesterday. Gone is the lifeless look in my eye, the overwhelming despair, and in its place is a woman that has felt protected and cherished for the first time.

I look down at my body, and the love marks are random places everywhere. Kane did not give me a break last night, and I didn't want him to. It was good. God, it was good. But probably the best part was being held in his arms. Being with him has me questioning my future and what I want it to look like. They’re heavy thoughts for first thing in the morning.

I move my legs to hang over the side of the bed and sit with my palms on the mattress beside me. My life is a mess. I can't go back to that house, not to live. I hated it when I was there before. I don't want any part of it now. I don't know why I'm getting my hopes all up for Kane. He is not going to want to mess with me anyway. I have way too much baggage, plus he's got his own shit going on.

I stand up and grab some clothes from the bag on the dresser. I shower quickly, change clothes, and try my best to look presentable. There's a small mark on my neck that peeks out of my shirt, but I don't even try to hide it. I’m not ashamed of what happened last night, but I know some people are not going to understand it.

When I walk out into the clubhouse, I take a seat at the first table that I come to. There's a few men that I met the night before hanging out at the far end of the room, and they all say hi to me.

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