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Dana

E ven though the moon was high when we hit the cabin, I could tell it was an incredibly pretty spot. Surrounded by trees and a glimmer of moonlight on the water a short distance away, I was falling in love with it. It was a single-storey cabin, quite large, with a front porch and wooden railings. The entire place was built out of logs and my idea of a dream getaway.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” Ezra said as he rounded the SUV and helped me out.

“What about the groceries?” I asked, knowing we had frozen and chilled items.

“They’ll be good, although we’ll need to get yours out asap. We can spare a few moments to have a look.” Ezra wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me up the four steps.

Then he pulled a key from a pocket and let me in first, and I gaped.

Damn, this was wonderful. The door opened into a large living area with two huge leather sofas that surrounded an open log fire. Blankets were folded neatly on the back of them, and a wooden coffee table sat between them. Off to the far left was a large dining table separating us from the kitchen, which looked fully equipped.

Another door opened into a hallway, revealing three sizable bedrooms and a luxurious bathroom.

“Thank God we ain’t roughing it,” Ezra said as we exited the hallway and back into the living area.

“You were worried?”

“Yup. Those Delta Force guys are hard core. Shit, I wouldn’t have been surprised to find a tin bath and a bucket to piss in,” Ezra replied, making me laugh.

“Well, that bath looks wonderful and can accommodate two,” I teased with a saucy wink.

Heat flared in Ezra’s eyes and then he shook his head and tapped a finger to the tip of my nose.

“Oh no, got the SUV to unload, and then I need to set the security systems up,” Ezra stated.

Pacified, I nodded an agreement and allowed Ezra to bring the groceries in while I put everything away. My initial impression of the kitchen was accurate. It had everything one could desire and more. After packing the food away and bringing in the suitcases, Ezra and I curled up on one of the sofas.

“Babe, I put your case in the main room.”

“Where are you staying?” I asked.

“Next door.”

“Oh.”

“Everything we do is on your terms, babe. Dana, I didn’t want to make assumptions and rush you into anything.”

Frustrated, I twisted on his lap and cupped Ezra’s face. “But I want to share a bed.”

“Dana, keeping my hands off you will be torture.” Ezra groaned.

“Who said I asked you to?”

“We’re only going to make love if you are one hundred per cent in with me. Do you accept you’re mine?” Ezra questioned intently.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

My feelings had been growing for Ezra on a daily basis, and while I knew a lot of bikers slept around, Rage was different. Rage found their women, knocked them up, and settled down happily for a life of chaos. Ezra wouldn’t get much mischief and mayhem from me, but we’d no doubt follow the same route.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Ezra swept me up and carried me away.

“Not making love to you for the first time on a sofa,” he muttered.

Ezra kicked the door to a bedroom open, carrying me inside before placing me carefully on my feet once we hit the bed. He stared into my eyes before giving me a long, slow kiss.

Gently, he notched up the heat between us. I was a trembling mess by the time Ezra broke it off. If one kiss could do that, what would happen when Ezra finally touched me or was inside me? Hell, I was certain I’d spontaneously combust.

Ezra’s fingers trailed down my throat, noting how I twitched, and a slow smile crossed his lips. He leant forward, and his mouth tasted where his fingers had been.

My hands rose and clutched his tee as I stepped closer, and then I slid them underneath. Ezra’s skin was silky smooth, with a light covering of hair. Thank God, because I didn’t really like hairy men.

Ezra reacted by sucking on my neck as one hand gripped my ass and drew me against his body. My skin was sensitive, and wherever Ezra’s hands touched, I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of desire.

He yanked my top off and gazed at my breasts. They weren’t overly large, but I was satisfied they’d be a handful for Ezra.

Slowly I stepped back, cupping my boobs in their lacy bra, and I laid down on the bed. Ezra was beside me in seconds. As he moved, he pulled his tee off with one hand, and I instantly turned to explore his chest.

Aroused, I rained kisses everywhere, and my fingers sought out tight muscles and explored his six-pack. I licked his nipples, biting them sharply, making Ezra hiss.

Ezra was all muscle, and I loved it. Flushed with desire, I moved upwards, kissing Ezra’s throat as he had mine and loving the little growl he released.

Ezra shifted onto his back so I had better access, and I climbed on top, settling my pelvic area against his.

His cock was hard and poked at me through our jeans. And shit, Ezra was big. A momentary doubt hit that he wouldn’t fit inside. Ezra shifted under my exploring fingertips and drew himself up to kiss me again.

He twisted, so I was lying under him as his mouth latched back onto my throat. I moaned under his attention and wrapped my legs around his as I rubbed my pelvis against him. Ezra complained and lifted himself up and, in one smooth move, undid my jeans and pulled them and my panties off. Our hands clashed as I fumbled with his buttons, and Ezra quickly stood and kicked his jeans and boxers off.

Ezra’s cock stood to attention, and shit, it was bigger than I imagined.

“That won’t fit!” I gasped, and Ezra chuckled as he settled between my legs.

“Yeah, it will,” he murmured, diving to my breasts.

I still wore my bra, and Ezra’s hand slipped behind and expertly undid it. He yanked it off and literally lunged at my now-freed boobs.

“You’re perfect,” Ezra whispered as he took a nipple into his mouth.

My back arched to meet the hot, wet heat, and my hands slid into his hair. Ezra’s tongue flicked over my tight nipple as I demanded more. A shiver of pain ran through me as he sucked harder before biting gently.

“Yes!” I cried, and Ezra obliged.

I wasn’t into BDSM, or anything like that, but the slight sexual pain made me wetter. My body was out of control as I rubbed myself against Ezra’s freed cock. I began trying to manoeuvre him into sliding inside, but Ezra had other plans. He moved to my other breast and worshipped that the same way, sending fissions of delight running through me.

The head of his cock poked at my swollen, wet entrance, and with one determined move, I drove upwards, and Ezra sank inside.

A wild cry left my mouth as Ezra filled me to the hilt, and my walls spasmed around him. There was a slight pain because he was so big, but Ezra’s growl against my throat chased it away.

“Damn it, Dana, wait to adjust to my size,” Ezra grunted, but my body knew what it wanted.

My hips moved backwards and then shoved forward again, and Ezra sank even deeper.

“Fuck me!” I demanded, panting.

Ezra leaned on his elbows before adjusting his hands to slide them under my ass, and then he drove into me repeatedly. My head tipped back, and a wild cry escaped as Ezra began slowly at first and then upped the pace.

My legs tightened, moving upwards to lock just under his butt, where I anchored him inside.

Ezra lost control, and mine disappeared with his. The passion and desire between us were off the charts, and I became a mindless beast, where the only thing that existed was pleasure and Ezra’s strong, thick cock.

Pressure built up, and I exploded before I even realised what was happening. Ezra slowed and encouraged the orgasm, slowly stroking my inside walls with his dick before starting to speed the pace again. We were a hot, sweaty mess, wrapped around each other, neither willing to let the other go, and I felt a second release build. It seemed Ezra sensed it too, as he increased his attention, sucking on my neck and sending me screaming into a second orgasm.

Ezra stiffened and then sought his own release and pumped hard as he spilled inside me. He growled as he thrust one more time, rolled to his side, cock still inside me, and held me close.

Ezra rained kisses down on my face as I hooked a leg over his hip, nestling closer and not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside me.

“Shit,” Ezra said with a laugh. “You blew my mind.”

I managed to drum up an agreeable sound, but I was solely focused on the feel of him.

“Baby, let me go dump this condom,” Ezra murmured, and I disagreed entirely. Jeez, I’d been so into him I’d not even noticed him putting a condom on!

I loved the feeling of Ezra inside me and complained when he slowly pulled out. A few minutes later, Ezra was back in bed and in the same position, with his cock poking at my entrance.

“Again,” I whispered, tracing his pecs and pinching his nipples.

Ezra hissed and cupped a breast.

“Whatever my woman demands,” he said happily, and we began all over again.

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Ezra didn’t allow me to recover from last night. He woke me early in the morning and made love to me after eating me out. Damn, I’d be surprised if I’d walk straight by the end of the two weeks. Ezra was ravenous in his lovemaking. Not that I was much better. After he’d made breakfast, we took a long hike with a picnic in the woods before returning late afternoon. I was bemused as Ezra struggled to put up two hammocks so we could laze in the sun and read. Eventually, he succeeded.

We cooked dinner together, our hands touching, or one of us would sneak a kiss before going back to what we’d been doing. This was heaven. The rest of the week went the same way: long loving nights, morning sex, breakfast and then off to do something. Even if it was a lazy day fishing. Together, we caught several walleye and yellow perch in the lake.

Ezra had laughed uproariously when I refused to gut and clean them. There was a tiny little hut where the facilities were for gutting the fish, and I left Ezra to it while swinging in my hammock. I needed to get these for home. Perhaps a larger one that could accommodate two.

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Confused, an insistent beeping noise woke me out of a sound sleep. As I hazily wondered what the hell it was, Ezra leapt up and dashed out of the room naked. Bemused, I blinked and sat up in bed. Ezra came back at a jog, grabbing his jeans.

“Get dressed, we’ve got company,” Ezra said.

That was a slap to the face, and I shot up, suddenly wide awake.

“What type?”

“The unwelcome kind. There’s six men heading towards the cabin from different directions, all armed.

“Fangs?”

“Probably. How the fuck did they find us? Never mind, baby, get dressed now!”

Already out of bed, I hastily dressed in jeans and a jumper from the floor. I didn’t bother with underwear; there wasn’t time. Quickly, I slipped my feet into trainers and then moved over to my purse, where I kept my gun. I took it out and the extra clip I held in there, and Ezra nodded in approval.

“Dana, run for the lake, head for the dock with the boat. Go, baby, and don’t look back,” Ezra ordered.

“No! Ezra, I am not leaving you,” I exclaimed softly.

“Babe, if you’re still here and at risk, I’m going to be distracted. I need you to be safe so I can take them down.”

“But you’ll be alone out there,” I argued.

“Dana, I will be dead if I can’t concentrate. I’m giving us both the best option to escape this alive. I’ll meet you at the dock, I promise. But I want you to take that boat out to open water so they can’t reach you and stay low. Do not come back or wait; head for the opposite shoreline and hide. There are houses where you can call the cops. Promise you’ll get to safety,” Ezra said.

“Fine! But we haven’t finished arguing this!”

Ezra nodded, and I sprinted out the side door near the kitchen. As trained, I kept the gun loose at my waist. The dock wasn’t far, but as soon as I reached the treeline, I slowed. Who knew if somebody was heading this way? As I crept through the trees, wide awake and nervously alert, gunshots from behind made me jump. A man yelled, and I relaxed my shoulders, which had tensed up. That wasn’t Ezra shouting.

As I neared the dock, my senses tingled. There was someone here. Desperately, I searched in darkness, barely pierced by the moonlight for movement. A small part of me claimed I was being overly paranoid, but my gut screamed someone was hiding.

Anxiously, I waited several minutes as random gunshots echoed before making my move. Full out running, I dashed towards the dock and heard pounding feet. A man tackled me from behind and flipped me onto my back.

I fought hard as a huge male struggled to rip my gun from my hand. My fingers began to open, and in desperation, I jolted up and landed a headbutt. The attacker released my hand to punch me. Stunned from the headbutt and the blow, he wrestled the gun easily from me. Bad breath assaulted me as he straddled me, pinning me down. But my arms remained free.

A grin stretched his lips as he licked them.

“Gonna enjoy fucking you,” he grunted as his hand groped my breast, his fingers squeezing so hard I knew I’d have bruises.

Panicking, I punched forward and hit him in the gut, allowing me to yank a knife from my pocket. Without a second thought, I jabbed upwards and stabbed him in the throat. Horror swept over me as blood poured over my hand. The asshole made a dreadful gurgling noise and fell sideways.

Dazed, I lay there in the dim moonlight, dazed and sickened. Fuck, I’d just killed someone up close and personal. My stomach heaved, and I rolled over and retched. Once I finished being sick, I scrambled away backwards from the vomit and the dead man with his eyes open staring at me. Horrified, I wiped my hand on a pile of leaves, trying to remove the blood. A scream was lodged in my throat, but it was trapped as I struggled to breathe calmly.

I wasn’t more than ten paces from the dock, and I crab-crawled away, keeping my eyes open. Something glinted, and I spotted my weapon and grabbed it, hugging it close. Loud gunshots made me jump and spurred me into action. Terrified, I leapt to my feet and raced down the dock.

Quickly, I untied the boat and shoved it out, but I didn’t climb in. Everything screamed at me that Ezra was in danger. Deliberately breaking my promise, I headed back to the treeline and began moving silently forward. A twig snapped nearby, and I froze and twisted my head. Just to the left, I saw a big man creeping away, heading in Ezra’s direction.

My hand shook as I raised the gun and took aim. Images of the blood pouring over my hand soared into my memory, and my hand felt sticky again. A yell made me jump, followed by three shots and then a scream. That did it.

Steadying my hand, I aimed, fired, and closed my eyes on a certain headshot. When I opened them, the guy was down and unmoving. Cautiously keeping the gun aimed, I moved forward and saw he had a round bullet hole between his eyes. This was a cleaner death.

He wouldn’t be getting up again. For me, that was two dead, but I didn’t know how many were hiding. I felt on edge as I scanned the trees, searching for any sign of Ezra. Shots were fired to the left, so I crept in that direction. A hand slid across my mouth, and I struck out instinctively with an elbow.

“It’s me,” Ezra breathed harshly into my ear.

My struggles stopped, and I relaxed as he removed his hand. Ezra was alive. That was all that mattered.

“They were waiting,” I whispered, and Ezra nodded.

“Two remain, and they’re excellent. Head towards the boat.”

Ezra took the lead, moving silently as I crept behind him.

My gaze swapped between his back and the ground. I tried to avoid stepping on branches or twigs. Ezra let out a low hiss as he noticed the man I’d shot, and I began shaking when I knew he’d come across the guy I’d stabbed in the throat.

Ezra’s eyes burned with anger as he saw the signs of a scuffle and then the body. He dragged me to his side for a brief moment and then pointed to the boat. With both our guns out and ready to shoot, we moved towards it. A shadow rose from close to the shoreline, and Ezra fired without hesitation. I was spun around as a second shot followed Ezra’s, and I hit the floor dazed.

Ezra shot back several times, and there was a loud thump as a body hit the ground.

Without a word, Ezra picked me up and placed me in the boat, forcing me to lie down as he crouched low and started it. The noise of the engine ripped through the quiet night, and I heard running footsteps. Ezra guided the boat out onto the calm waters of the lake as bullets pinged the surrounding water. He didn’t bother firing back, more intent on getting us to safety. Once we were out of danger, I sat up with a sharp pain in my shoulder. I touched a hand to it and was surprised when it came away wet.

“Ezra,” I said faintly.

“Babe?” he asked, keeping his eyes flicking between the fading shoreline and the one far in the distance just coming into view.

“Um, I’ve been shot,” I whispered as black spots danced in my vision.

Ezra’s head snapped around with a speed I wouldn’t have thought possible. His gaze latched onto my shoulder where I was holding it, and he moved across the boat, causing it to rock. He carefully removed my hand, and the air hissed between his teeth as Ezra took in the wound.

“It’s a through and through,” he said. “Are you feeling faint or dizzy?”

“Some black spots, I’ll be okay, but it hurts,” I almost wailed.

“So sorry, baby; they must have hit you when we got onto the boat,” Ezra replied guiltily.

“It’s not your fault; it’s theirs,” I muttered as nausea rose.

Holy shit, I’d been shot.

“Hang on, once we reach land, I am going to find us somewhere to hole up until help arrives,” Ezra mumbled as he yanked out his phone.

“Drake, yeah, I know what time it is. We were attacked at the cabin, Dana’s been shot, a shoulder wound through and through… No, we can’t leave; we’re cut off from the car and opposite to where we were. I’ll send coords. Get back up here and inform Hawthorne.”

Ezra cut the call to Drake and kept a watchful eye on me. His lips tightened. I knew he was stressed and worried, so I smiled gamely and did everything possible not to throw up and make him feel worse.

The boat hit the shoreline after what felt like hours, but honestly wasn’t. Erza leapt out, tied it up, and came back for me. He didn’t mean to, but as he jostled me, my stomach lurched, and I shoved away and threw up in the water. Pain made my eyes water as the retching jolted my injured shoulder. Ezra held my hair away and rubbed my uninjured shoulder as I emptied my stomach. Luckily, the water moved the vomit away from us, or I probably would have kept on throwing up.

Ezra picked me up and carried me to the treeline. As he walked, his eyes scanned back and forth, looking for danger. Finally, we saw a cabin in the distance, and Ezra placed me gently on the ground.

“Dana, I’m going to check it’s empty. Stay here, baby,” he murmured.

I nodded, feeling too weak to do anything else.

Ezra faded into the shadows, and I was left alone in the dark night. Fully aware I should be afraid of the noises that came out at night; I didn’t have the energy. The flight to the docks, the subsequent fight, and shooting the man before being shot had taken everything from me. The vomiting had stolen what little strength I had.

A noise close by made me look up, and Ezra appeared.

“The cabin’s empty and fully stocked. It’s safe there,” Ezra said, bending his knees and gathering me up in his arms. He stood up with little effort and carried me away. I didn’t pay much attention to our surroundings as he carried me inside and placed me on a sofa. He pulled the blinds down over the windows and flicked the lights on.

Ezra then grabbed a bowl of water and a fist aid kit before hurrying back. He carefully cut the torn tee away and cleaned the blood up. Fresh blood began flowing, and Ezra slapped a bandage over it while he attended to the wound on my back.

“These need stitching, baby,” Ezra said with a guilty expression.

“Okay,” I replied, not really bothered. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open.

“Dana, it’s going to hurt,” Ezra stated.

Of course it would. Why wouldn’t it?

“Just do it.”

Ezra nodded and set about sterilising the needled and thread. He was wrong. It freaking hurt a shitload, but I managed to stop from crying out. As Ezra finished, I closed my eyes and allowed weariness to claim me. I managed to pat Ezra’s hand before I did, to reassure him, and then I was away with the fairies.

Ezra

Panic was welling inside as Ezra paced back and forth, waiting for help. Dana had blacked out when he’d stitched her up, and he hated causing her pain. If it wasn’t for her pulse steadily beating at Dana’s throat, he would be beyond panicked by now. Ezra knew the guys were riding, but they were hours away, and there was still someone out there who’d attacked them.

Ezra had assumed they were Fangs, but none wore a cut. And they moved professionally. Who the fuck were they? He and Dana had been lucky to escape. Ezra’s mind ticked back and forth as he paced. He fielded several calls. Hawthorne was moving, Rage were riding, and Jacob from Delta Force had called, and they were also coming. He’d been told to leave the bodies where they were. Jacob wanted to investigate them.

Ezra didn’t bother telling Jacob he had no intention of returning to the battlefield. For now, his plan was to lie low and watch over his woman. Should the attackers come here, he’d be ready. Ezra cast an eye over Dana, who was still out for the count, and Ezra couldn’t blame her. He’d seen the body of the guy with the knife sticking out of his throat, and Ezra hurt for Dana that she’d been put into such a predicament. Ezra already knew Dana would have nightmares about tonight, and he planned to be at her side until she recovered from them.

His woman wasn’t weak, but Dana was gentle, and tonight would haunt her. She’d taken two lives to save their own. That would plague any decent person, but Dana was more than decent, and Ezra wished he could have saved her this. Dana would rationalise it; it was a case of their lives or the attackers, but he knew it would eat her for a while.

Ezra’s plan to protect Dana had severely backfired, and he’d led her into danger. They’d have to return home just as the media was hitting a frenzied pitch. Dana’s family was all over the covers of the papers and was being torn apart. Their illegal crimes and activities were now fully brought into the light, and Ezra relished in their fall. They’d treated his woman like shit, after all. But he hadn’t wanted the media to chase Dana and once they returned, it would be open season on her.

Ezra wondered if they could stay at the clubhouse for now. It was a lot more comfortable than the old one, and Dana could easily reach Hawthorne’s offices within minutes. It was an idea; one he’d broach with her when she awoke.

Agitated again, Ezra walked over and checked Dana’s pulse. It remained steady. He longed for her to open her eyes but knew the longer she was under, the better for her. It gave Dana time to heal, and she’d need her strength moving forward. They all would.