Filthy Savage (Satan's Saints MC Book 3) by Bella Love-Wins

Author:Bella Love-Wins [Love-Wins, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bella Love-Wins Books
Published: 2018-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

For the first time in my life, I wake up and am not terrified out of my ever-loving mind. I blink up at the cracked, water-stained ceiling. Yes, this is still the sofa, but at the moment, my head is not on the pillow. No, I’m resting my head on Angel’s lap. How did she manage to get over here while I slept? Do I even want to move? She must have had the most awkward and uncomfortable last few hours of rest to have fallen asleep sitting up with my big, heavy noggin weighing her down. And now, I’m probably about to wake her up just by raising my head. That alone makes it a morning of firsts.

I smirk at the thought. Fuck, everything is starting off backward today. I rub my eyes, and notice that I’m not jittery or off-kilter as I usually am on mornings. Taking a chance, I carefully lift off Angel’s lap to sit up. She doesn’t stir, so I get up, stretch, and go to the bathroom feeling not too shabby. As I step into the shower, I have to acknowledge the obvious truth. There’s only one reasonable explanation for my first good night sleep in ages, and it has everything to do with the woman on the other side of this closed bathroom door. It doesn’t help that all this hot water slicking over my skin only makes me ache for her to be in here with me again, with her sweet warmth wrapped around me.

I huff out a breath, blowing a blast of shower water from my lips. Is this how it’s going to be now? Will my body and mind live on completely independent of my own control, utterly connected to Angel, submitting to this force between us? The idea scares the hell out of me. One small part of my brain is tempted to jump into that crappy minivan, get to my bike, and ride until this place is a distant memory.

But that’s not going to happen.

I’m not going anywhere without Angel.

She’s not just any smoking hot curvy woman.

She’s mine.

Stepping out of the shower, I toweled myself off and brush my teeth. We have a few hours’ drive ahead of us. While I get dressed, I tick off reasons in my head why it isn’t a good idea to kiss her on the forehead before I leave to get us breakfast. Then I dismiss the idea altogether. Smiling, I jot down a short note on the motel scratch pad on the night table in case Angel wakes up, slide on my leather cut, and leave.

Fuck. This beauty has broken the beast.

Either that or I’m getting soft.

Angel’s suggestion about counseling is starting to sound smart, if only to overcome this newer, weaker, more pathetic side of me rather than address anything to do with my childhood trauma.

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