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  Zane moves further into me, maybe halfway, slowly going in and out, easing himself in with each thrust and I feel the hottest sensation shooting through me. My cock grows harder if that’s even possible and I increase my speed until my balls are slamming so hard against O’s body it sounds like I’m slappin’ the shit outta her.

  “Fucking shit,” I hiss the moment Zane pushes the rest of himself in me. I realize the cold feeling wasn’t just lube, but metal too. This dude has some piercings on his cock. Zane pushes my back down to where I’m hovering over O’s back, still rolling my cock into her.

  “Yes, please. I want more . . . God, Inc!” She starts to scream as the liquid pours over my cock. Her pussy clasps around my cock and I feel myself throbbing, ready to unleash myself in her.

  “I’m gonna fill that pussy of yours, O’. It’s been too long,” I hiss, grabbin’ the back of her hair.

  Zane speeds up and with his speed increasing, so does the warmth going through me. I realize now that him fucking me is what sends me over. I don’t know what his cock is brushing against, but hot damn, I’ve never had an impending orgasm like this.

  I struggle to keep moving as what feels like electric volts move through me. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I hiss out, slamming my hips as quickly as I can against O’. Spurts of my semen shoot out, coating her inner walls while Zane’s breathing increases and he tenses up, going faster and faster until I think I can’t take it. Then all of a sudden he grows still, groaning out while he slides his hand around my front and palms the base of my cock.

  We remain like this for what feels like a few moments, but it was probably minutes considering Zane was only partially hard when he pulled out of me, and I with Octavia. “Jesus, I need some water after that.” Octavia giggles in her typical carefree way.

  “Sure thing, Cinnamon. What about you, Inc?” Zane asks and I nod.

  “Yeah, that would be great.” I mutter, closing my eyes and the second I do I see his face.

  “Don’t I ever see you flirtin’ with a boy like that again. You hear me? I didn’t raise my son to be one of those devil worshipping faggots. Is that what you are, Tanner? You a little queer piece of shit? Do I need to send you to one of them camps?” My father growls down at me, ‘cause he caught me when I almost kissed Wyatt.

  I’m just gonna tell him Wyatt tried to kiss me. I’ll try and defend myself. That’s what I’ll do. But I can’t, because I see his closed fist approaching and I brace myself. “If you ever be one of them you won’t ever see us again, you won’t ever see any of us again! Even when we’re dead we’ll stop loving you. You hear me?!”

  I open my eyes and see I’m still in the room with Octavia and Zane, but the memories of my childhood come crashing back. My father did end up sending me to a reformation camp for gay or bisexual children. One where they starved us, kept us in cages and made us lay in our own feces. We weren’t human to them. We were soldiers of Satan, determined to bring corruption on this world.

  Octavia thinks my parents are dead, ‘cause that’s what I told her . . . but they aren’t. They’re alive, livin’ back in the sticks of West Virginia. I go there once a year to see them, but that’s it. I don’t have a great relationship with my father. My mom is the reason I lie, because I love her so fuckin’ much.

  I can’t do this.

  I can’t be with him.

  I can’t be with her.

  I can’t fucking be with them, even if it’s what I want. I can’t fucking do it, because it will cripple my relationship with the only family I have left. I’ll lose my ma, and I can’t bear it. Cancer has already taken her so many times . . . I can’t bear the thought of losing her because of who I am . . . who my father tried to pray out of me. Pray away the gay as they say.

  Octavia doesn’t even know how my father was to me when I was younger . . . but I don’t ever want to let her know about my torment.

  Before Zane brings me my water, I’m putting my clothes back on. Octavia must figure somethin’ isn’t right, ‘cause she comes up to me and places her hand on my forearm. “What’re you in a rush for?”

  “I’m leavin’, O’. I can’t do this.” I say, grabbing my cut I slide it back on and go for my boxers and pants. As I’m getting dressed, she’s trying to plead with me, begging me to stay, praying I won’t leave.

  Eventually, I grab her forearms and look her directly in the eyes. “I’m sorry O’, I tried this for you . . . but I can’t. I can’t fucking do this, okay? So, lets leave it at that. Fuck, you probably knew this wouldn’t work anyway.” I rip my hands from the grip I have on her forearms and start walkin’ for the door. Zane’s leanin’ against the wall, maintaining eye contact with me like he knows what’s going on. He might think he knows . . . but he doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue.

  I grab the keys to my bike from the dresser by the drinks and shut the door behind me. A thump hits the ground and the heart-wrenching scream coming from the room I just left is almost enough to cause me to go back and tell her the truth.

  I can’t.

  At least, not now.

  Whenever my mother passes things might be different . . . ‘cause at the end of the day I’ll always long for the woman I’m leaving behind. I just can’t risk not being there for my ma when she needs me the most.

  She’s the strongest woman I know, but the illnesses that plague her won’t keep losing forever. I just need to do right by my family and be there for her when the time comes.

  After that . . . well, then I can have the woman I love again . . . if she’ll have me.

  Epilogue

  Love doesn’t mean you always agree, see eye to eye, or never have an argument. It means despite the bad days you still can’t see yourself without this person.

  ~ Unknown

  Octavia

  Halloween

  “You look stunning, baby girl.” My mom says, smiling at me in her cream knitted hat, wearing a long flowy sunflower dress. She pairs it with a knitted amber red cardigan. Her hair is the same shade as mine, now currently in dreads with flowers from the local shop put in random spots as a hair accessory.

  “Thanks, Mom. I’m so glad you came.” I admit, never thinking I’d have her here on this day.

  Today is the day I get married to Zane Monroe, a man who has inner demons, but is fearless for the ones he cares about. The man I assumed I’d end up hating . . . but in reality, I’ve fallen in love with him tremendously. He’s rough where I’m sensitive. He’s bossy where I’d rather not decide. At the end of the day, we make a very good pairing. Not only for the MCs, but for each other.

  “Of course I’d come. I’d never miss this day, not in a million years. Plus, I didn’t have to change.” She giggles. Mom’s always dressed up as some sort of flowerchild, hippie type of woman. She’s a free spirit and I love her for it, even if when I was a child I didn’t understand.

  “True,” I comment.

  “Are you finally gonna tell me what you’re dressing up as?!” Sydney begs, standing beside us.

  “You have no patience, Syd!” I bust out into laughter, hugging the girl.

  I never thought I’d have a daughter, nevertheless one who’s going to be thirteen years old in a matter of days . . . but, I do. She was the greatest gift I’ve ever received in all of this. The amount of unconditional love she has for not only me, but Zane and the Reapers makes me want to cry. The poor girl has been through too much, more than any child should ever have to endure.

  Her biological father died, then her mother, then her stepfather, and she was living with Ashley and her family while Zane got his shit together. “Does that mean you’ll show me? Come on, I’ve been waiting forever!”

  Zane and I didn’t want to go the traditional route when it came to getting married. We wanted something just like us, fun-loving and exciting. So, we decided to get married on Halloween and have it here on the property.

  “Yes. C’mon,” I tell her, going to the closet of the bedroom I share with Zane. Just as we approach it a s
inking feeling hits me straight in the gut. I can’t remember if we put away the sex swing. Jesus. Sydney puts her hand on the knob and pulls it open and I scream, terrified the swing is there and a million questions will come with it.

  Thankfully, when the door opens . . . nothing is there. “Geeze. What’re you freaking out for?”

  “Sorry, I remembered there was a spider in here earlier.” I come up with the best lie ever, getting a nasty expression from Syd.

  “Says the woman who had a tarantula as a kid, mhm.” My mom quips.

  “First of all, it wasn’t a tarantula. You found it in the club and told dad it was my new pet so he wouldn’t kill it!” I argue, remembering how fucking scary that thing looked. Jesus. I hate bugs. It doesn’t matter what type they are. God, the thought makes me shiver right now.

  I take ahold of the custom dress I had made for the wedding and pull it off the hanger. It’s strapless in a light but bright purple, while just at the waist it fades to a bright sea green which will stick to my body like glue. “Uh . . . am I supposed to know what this is?”

  I’m a little dumb founded to be honest. “Yeah, I thought you would. Any guesses?”

  “I could say something but I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to say it.”

  I roll my eyes and grab Syd by her shoulders, “Ariel, from the Disney movie. Zane will be Prince Eric.”

  “Oh, that’s supposed to be Ariel . . . it looked kinda uh . . . hussie-ish.”

  My mom thinks this is hysterical and laughs her ass off. “I was only trying to be a bit sexy for Zane,” I murmur.

  “You don’t need to try because you are every day.” Syd smiles.

  “This is why I love you so much!” I pull the girl against me and hug her tightly before she pushes me away.

  “I do need to breathe you know!”

  “I wonder what the rest of the club is going to be dressed up as.” Mom says, only meeting everyone a few days ago when she got into town.

  “Um, I bet Bull and Alexa will be pirates.” Syd says, so nonchalantly.

  I about choke on air. “Syd, you can’t say things like that!” I try to correct her.

  “Why not? She’s missing an eye. The patch would fit already ‘cause she has one. Bull’s missing a leg so he could be Captain Hook if he wanted I guess, but pirate’s loose their legs all the time.” Mom catches on and laughs so hard. Meanwhile, I cover my hand over my face and try to hide my smile. Zane is definitely rubbing off on Syd. She didn’t have this sense of humor before she moved in with us.

  Just as the laughter dies down someone knocks on the door. “Come in,” I call, but then speak again. “Unless your Zane, then don’t come in!”

  “Yeah!” Sydney adds.

  The door opens and I’ve now seen the funniest thing in my entire life.

  My father dressed up as the motherfucking Grinch. “You lost a bet, didn’t you?” Mom asks him, and the glare he shoots her is confirmation enough.

  Things with my dad aren’t perfect, yet I know they never will be. I love him enough to forgive him for the way he’s treated me in the past, because he’s the first man who ever loved me. He’s the man who will always defend me whenever I need him, and, I won’t throw that away . . . even if he is the world’s biggest asshole.

  Everything in my life is going so well. On the business end and personally.

  “How many brothers came with you?” I ask while I wrap my arms around him. I pull away as he answers and look into his eyes.

  “Chains, Fury and your brothers.”

  “No one else came?” I question, feeling my smile fall from my face.

  “No, kid. He didn’t come.” Tears threaten to fall and I can’t help it . . . but feel the sadness that washes over me. Even though he ran from our hotel room like it was on fire, I still love him. I love Inc, and I always will. I only wish things could’ve been different.

  “Are we clear to come in now?” Troy asks, and I completely missed the fact dad said brothers and not brother.

  The door opens and I see my two idiot brothers. One who I want to smack most of the time, and the other who, well, who I have some work to do with. Xander is dressed up as a giant dick, while Troy is the poo emoji . . . which is weird.

  “I know why Xander’s a dick, but what’re you?”

  Xander chuckles from behind Troy, “The party pooper.”

  I chuckle, smiling more than I ever have before. Even though I don’t have everyone I love here with me today, I’m going to make the damn best of it.

  Authors Note:

  My lovely readers,

  I’m typing this as I just finished the last words on this book. If you’re anything like my beta team, you’re begging for more because there’s so much unfinished business.

  I can’t even disagree. There really is so much unfinished business that I couldn’t pack it into one book.

  So, I hope you’re ready for this surprise.

  There will be more of Zane, Octavia, and Inc later this year. I already have some other projects up for pre-order, so I’m hoping for a late fall or early winter release. AKA, October-December.

  You’ll be getting your first ever MMF book from me. You’ll learn so much more about Inc’s past, plus O’s business and Zane’s thoughts on this all.

  Inc (Raiders MC #1) will be coming this year!!!!

  I love you all so much and thank you for supporting me on this wild ride.

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