Page 11 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)

Pearl

T he minute he leaves all the fears I thought were in the past swirl in my mind.

When I should be feeling blissful, old skeletons and memories creep in, robbing me of the time and space for happy.

Anyone who works for the mob has connections, deep connections that can find out about my past. And when they do, they’re going to want their pound of flesh.

They’re going to come knocking on my door one day, but not if I’m not with Carver.

Not if I walk away, chalk it up to a great time, an electric connection, repress those feelings that tell me this is so much more than a roll in the hay.

That’s all fine and good until they find out, until he finds out, and then what, I run again, start all over again, and this time with a shattered heart?

Fuck…

I lay my head on his pillow, knowing it’s not really his, that it’s just a spot to crash for him, but his scent is permeated in its material, hell, the smell of him is all over my skin, buried deep inside of me and everywhere I turn.

I inhale deeply and wipe a tear, and then another, and another until the flood is just too much to control.

And that’s how I know this is more than real, more than anything I’ve ever experienced, or probably am likely to again.

This is the real deal. The one that I have to decide if I want to let get away.

I already know the answer to that though, and it didn’t take as long as it should.

Because only half of me is thinking rationally, the part of my brain that’s connected to my heart, and whether it’s the biggest safety mistake of my life, I’m not letting him go.

Not for the bastards who tried to ruin me, tried to take what I didn’t want to give and deserved every fucking thing they got.

They can come for me, but they’re not dealing with a scared little teenager anymore.

The racing of my blood begins to calm and my mind slowly sorts all the pieces into the compartments where they belong, what could happen, what probably will happen, what I’ll need to do, and what I’ll need to survive.

I’ve taken care of myself for a long fucking time, and my ladies too.

This is a blip in the road, a minor setback, but I’ll deal with it.

I have to, because I’m not letting them take my happy.

I snuggle into his pillow, inhaling his scent deeply, basking in the calm that just the smell of his skin brings to my weary and tired mind.

Carver kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before, making me tremble so hard I’m not going to be able to ride comfortably tomorrow or maybe even the day after that.

A smile graces my lips as I fall into a deep and blissful sleep, into a dream where Carver strokes that special little spot, right between my legs until I’m screaming his name.