“Deb, I think you are over-stepping Micah right now. You handed the reins over to Micah so let her ride the horse.” I glance at Micah while Deb does the same.

  “You’re right Rye, Micah I have said all I know about the young men that came out here and what I have done so Sarge has the rest of the information.” Deb doesn’t look so happy that Micah is in charge. Deb is a take charge type of woman and if they are going to do this, she will take it the hardest. She must care for Rye more than she shows.

  “There’s a new club in the Mount Vernon area and they left one club to make their own and relocated here. The old club is the one that had the study done or the president did it on the sly, and they only knew who owned what by name. They were just looking for the right soil to explore the possibility to grow marijuana for medical uses. I didn’t want to break any confidences, but I thought you had the right to know that they were here. They didn’t give you the legit reason and I want to get my own sample of the soil to have tested to make sure the guys are on the up-and-up with me. When I get the test results back, I will share the information with you for your records.” I know better than to try to lie. I don’t have trouble lying but with Micah it just seems wrong, and that extends to Deb, so they get the whole truth.

  “That it is mighty nice of you Sarge but as Aunt Deb said, she is already in the process and that way cuts the middle-man out. It’s no one else’s business about what our soil has in it or doesn’t have in it.” Micah has that ball-busting look on her face.

  “I just want to check the man’s story out. It could be important to not only the Rebellions 4 Blood MC but also the people of Mount Vernon.” I try to reason with the woman.

  “I don’t mean to step on any toes here but if you ladies trust Sarge then why don’t you let Sarge send a sample in to his people and then when both the test come back you can compare,” Rye suggests. I see Micah looking at Deb and Rye and her eyes look like she might go along with it.

  “Micah, will you consider it? I’ll back whatever you think is right, but I trust Sarge up to a point and I don’t see how he could use this against us or why he would want to.” Am I that big of an asshole? Never mind, I know I can be.

  “I will bring the results here to open in front of you. I have nothing to hide and I am not working any angle against you. If the test comes back like the man I was talking to said, then I may have a business proposition for you, but that is for another day.” I look at Micah and then Deb.

  “I think it’s doable, but I want to be present when you take the sample.” I smile at that thought. I knew I would get her to myself one way or another. I will regret it tomorrow, but it is what it is. We look at Rye because his phone is ringing.

  “I need to take this. I’m going to step outside,” Rye says and gets up and walks out of the door.

  “Micah, we talked longer this morning than I expected to, and Rye and I have a lunch meeting in town. That’s probably Bourbon calling now. We’ll be leaving soon and will be gone a few hours, but this evening I would like to iron out some more details if you don’t have any plans and if you don’t mind watching for Mr. Preece to show up.” Deb is having a tough time getting used to the idea of not being in charge every day. She’ll get there but it may take longer than she thinks. Rye walks back in.

  “I’ll be here all afternoon and tonight. I want to get a business proposal written up with all the larger details out of the way. I may call Maddie and bring her up to date and then we can have a conference call in the next few days.” Micah is gorgeous as she talks mundane business. Damn this woman is going to be the death of me. I tried my best to walk away from her and mean it this last time, but I keep coming back to her for more of that luscious body. I know in time we will part ways for the last time, but I also know I am going to need to hurt her more, so she hates me more than she needs or wants me. I keep telling myself that I moved the obsession I had with Callie to her, but I know that I’m the only one I’m fooling with that story. I cherished Callie, her half-sister, and screwed myself right out of that relationship but with Micah she is up for any dirty deed that I can come up with between the sheets, against the wall, bent over anything or in any nasty bathroom I can find. There’s something about a woman who is that confident in her sexuality and doesn’t need to be up her man’s ass twenty-four seven. No, Micah is quite a woman and I know I’m not good enough for her. I respect her and admire her backbone but there can never be a relationship between us because I don’t do relationships, but I am up for a little more sex and soon.

  “Bourbon and Kat are in town and waiting for lunch,” Rye tells Deb.

  “Since you two have plans it seems like the perfect time for you to show me where the soil was taken from so I can get that sample.” I push for what I want.

  “It’s down by the bunkhouse that you want to convert for yourself. It’s the hay pasture right behind it by the stream. They tested the water too by the report they gave me, but I don’t see how that’s important,” Deb tells Micah and then looks to Rye. “We’re going to get to town for that lunch but we’ll be back later this afternoon. Bourbon and Kat are just stopping over on their way back from visiting Chief.”

  “Alright Sarge, let’s get this over with. We can take my truck. I like it when I drive you nuts.” Micah relaxes a little bit, and that can only mean good things for me. I get up and watch as she is shutting the office computer down.

  11

  Micah…

  I know the look on Sarge’s face since he came in the door. The smug bastard thinks he is going to get lucky with me. I have been determined since he came in the door that it wasn’t going to happen, but my mind has been flip-flopping around on why I should deprive myself from the closure to whatever Sarge and I had going on between us. I need to get him out of my system so I can move on with the next stage of my life. I am going to be a calm, hard-working, open-minded businesswoman that can keep her attitude in check. There’s no room in Sarge’s life for me and no room for him in my future. It would be one more romp for him and a goodbye for me. If Sarge initiates it, then I will let happen. It will be bittersweet for me. I thought we could have a good life together but now I see how wrong we are for each other. I shut everything down in the office and Sarge is standing there staring at me. I have taken my time in doing all the things I need to but there is a dread in my stomach, a very painful dread. I know it is time.

  “Handsome let’s do this,” I say as I walk around the desk and then I stop in front of Sarge and I look up at him. I could get lost in his soulful eyes. It’s the way they shine with a mischievous glint. They kill me every time. Sarge is a sinfully handsome man but that isn’t what drew me to him. His charisma and smart tongue are what did it for me. He doesn’t take shit from anyone and he will call you out on yours if you are dishing it out. Don’t get me wrong, the bulging biceps, washboard abs, and firm ass aren’t a deterrent for me. In fact he makes my mouth water with want for him, but Sarge would be any girl’s wet dream with just being him. He has that whole bad boy attitude going on with the biker badass mixed in with a little good ol’ boy and it’s panty melting with that cockeyed smile and his don’t give a fuck attitude. It’s like he was made perfectly for me, but I know he isn’t my forever man, just my right now man and that is all he would ever let himself be.

  “I’m up for anything that has to do with you right now. My balls are full and I’m aching just for you. It’s been too long since we’ve had some fun together and there’s nothing like present. I say we get the dirt gathering thing over and then have some you and me alone time, are you up for that darlin’?” Sarge is full of himself as usual but any sane woman would jump his bones now. I’ve never been known to have my sanity in check and for some reason today I am in hurry for this to be over.

  “My truck should be waiting out front, one of the barn hands was bringing it up from the barn. You want to drive?” That brings a smile to Sarge’s face I never let him drive my truck.

  “Yeah darlin’, I’d like that.” Sarge is relaxed and the man I have come to love is coming out. The man that has the heart of a good man, a kind man, and a man that I could love forever, and I think the man that could love me back. I have had to admit to myself that I am in love with Sarge. Not the Sarge that everyone else sees, but the man he is when we are alone. He may be cantankerous, but I know he cares. I don’t want to forget how he’s making me feel right now and that is why I need closure. We walk out the front door and I make sure I engage all the safety precautions we have. My truck is right where it should be. Sarge walks to the passenger door and opens it for me. Whoa, he is laying it on thick. We have never done the whole open my door for me or even go on a normal date thing. Sarge just smiles at me. I get in and he shuts the door, goes to the other side and gets in and we are on our way.

  “I wanted to get your input on my thoughts on what to do to the bunkhouse back there to make it a home for me. Didn’t you say that you and Jeb did some carpentry work for a couple of summers before you went into the Marines?” I know he told me a few stories about almost falling off the roof of a house. I just need a reason to get him in the bunkhouse. I don’t want our last time together to be in the seat of my truck when there’s a whole bunkhouse full of beds we could use.

  “Why do you only call me Sarge now, but you’ll call Shield by his given name? Shouldn’t you have one rule for everyone? Do you always call your brothers-in-law by their road names?” Sarge isn’t being a smartass about the question and I can see he is honestly curious. I put on my sauciest smile to try and take the sting out of my answer.

  “I always call my jackass brothers-in-law Devil and Dra and that’s when I am in a good mood. Those two irritate the hell out of me the way they try to control my two sisters’ every move and I don’t see what my sisters see in them even if they do make gorgeous babies. Jeb and I are friends. I have shared my darkest secrets with that man, he listens to me when I need it and he doesn’t rat me out. He is like a big brother and he doesn’t even scowl at me if I forget and call him Jeb in front of his club brothers anymore. He put me in the friend category because of us and I have done the same for him, so we don’t have the whole sexual tension thing going on. I can only say I care about him but more than that I respect the man, if that makes any sense at all.” I can tell what I have told Sarge has put his mind at ease. His jaw isn’t ticking anymore. That’s Sarge’s tell on what his mood his. My Aunt Deb always calls it a tick but it’s more like a mad twitch. “You on the other hand are always trying to piss me off or run me off. You hide the charming side of you which is Mason and let the biker come out which is Sarge.” I could add so much more but I don’t want to set the Sarge in him off. I want my goodbye.

  “Why aren’t you staying in the house you grew up in instead of trying to refurbish a bunkhouse? It is the family home,” Sarge asks me.

  “Think about it Sarge. I would never feel in charge in an office that has been Aunt Deb’s since before I was born, and I would never take her family home from her to make it my own. Don’t get me wrong, I know the house and land were divided equally between Aunt Deb and Mom when my grandparents died and then when Mom died, her half went to Maddie and me. What most people don’t know is after Maddie got married, Aunt Deb had the title put in all three of our names equally and if anything happens to any of us it goes to the remaining two and so on. We have also added Maddie’s two children and if she has any more children then they will be added.” As far as I know, Sarge is the only one outside our blood except for Dra that knows this little piece of information. “Anyway, I need my own place to live that is just mine with a small office included. The big house will be here when Aunt Deb comes back and when Maddie or Callie come to visit.”

  “Sounds like a good plan but it sounds like Deb will be leaving and you need to remember if Maddie and Callie come to visit that Dra and Devil will be along for the ride.” I laugh at the thought.

  “Well if you’re asking about Aunt Deb’s plans then you need to ask her. Her life and her story to tell. The whole Dra and Devil thing is almost laughable. I misspoke about Maddie visiting. This is her home as much as it is ours but the idea of Dra taking a vacation from his biker world on a horse ranch makes me laugh and the same goes for Devil, but it is also a very good reason for me converting the bunkhouse. When I get tired of either one of them, I can escape to my own private home. I can only be expected to tolerate either one for so long even though the way they treat their families is beginning to grow on me just a little.” I turn to Sarge and laugh. My relationship with my brothers-in-law has been strained at best but I know they both love my sisters even if they try to smother them and need to know their every move.

  “Why don’t you scoot across the seat and sit closer to me.” He lifts the console in the middle and I move closer to him, but I don’t touch him, or we would end up stopping in the middle of the path that leads to where we need to be. “I’ve missed your sassy mouth while you’ve been gone this time. I don’t like how we left things when you decided to go back on the rodeo circuit. I was only trying to save you heartache down the road. I swore to Diamondback to protect you and your two sisters until my dying day and I get to see three beautiful women have full lives. You and I both know the two of us together will only end with both of us hating each other and I don’t want that. I know this isn’t the whole flowery words that you need but I am being honest.” Sarge is right, the words he is speaking is not what I expected, all the smartass words are gone, and Mason is here with me now. I need to ask one question and the answer will tell me if I need to go through with my final goodbye today. This man here is the one I love, and I need to know how much of him is left in Sarge.

  “You said that you swore to protect all three of us, my sisters and me, so if we were in a burning building in different rooms which one would you save first? Don’t think about it just answer.” Sarge doesn’t hesitate at all.

  “Maddie.” That isn’t what I expected. Does Sarge have a thing for my other sister. “I see that wasn’t the answer you were expecting, you thought I would choose Callie, but that is an illogical answer. I would take Maddie out first because out of the three of you she has the worst survival skills. There would never be a place in my mind that would think I couldn’t save you all, but you and Callie are more equipped with logical thinking. Don’t worry darlin’ you’d be the second one I came back for.” That answer both comforts me and pisses me off. I would want both my sisters out before he came for me but by what he said he thinks Callie can take care of herself better than I can.

  “Well, you got half of it right.” Sarge laughs.

  “Glad I could help darlin’, now how far is this area?” My mind is made. I point out the bunkhouses and he turns onto the other path to get closer.

  “Aunt Deb said it’s out in the hayfield just beyond the bunkhouse. We need to park the truck in front of the bunkhouse and walk the rest of the way.” I’m looking at my phone at the text Aunt Deb sent me to show me the exact spot the soil was taken. How Aunt Deb remembers every single detail is beyond me. It has been a few years since the sample was taken. She’s going to need to share her talent with me. We park in front of the bunkhouse and I wait for Sarge to get out of the truck, but he doesn’t move his hand toward the door handle instead he turns to me.

  “Micah, I want you today, but I don’t want you to confuse the sexual chemistry between us with anything but what it is. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have but I’m drawn to your damn sexy ass body and the things you make me feel with it. We can either just get the sample of soil and call it a day or we can enjoy making each other ignite. I’m not misleading you and I want you to take a second and think about it before we go in that bunkhouse. You know as well as I do that you have no interest in any of my opinions about this place. If you wanted me darlin’ all you had to do is say so.” Sarge gives me that little smirk that makes my insides melt.

  “You’re completely right. I wanted to lure you down here and have my wicked way with you, but I think a tour of the bunkhouse should be at the top of our list instead of the last. I always like my dessert before my dinner so I can enjoy every delectable ounce of it.” For the first time since I have met Sarge I am careful of how I select each word. I want to entice Sarge because I know going through with this is more important to me than my next breath. This is the only way I am going to be able to get on with my life without regrets of what could have been. This needs to be on my terms for me to survive and move on.

  “Then let’s get inside before I take you right here,” Sarge insists and I take him in the door and I hear it slam behind Sarge but that is all I am aware of. My surroundings fade as Sarge has me pushed up against the wall with his hand squeezing my ass and his tongue in my mouth. We are dueling and mixing our taste with all my senses at a peak. The taste that we make is the most delicious aphrodisiac that I have ever tasted. Sarge’s hand moves to my breast and then it’s a race to get each other’s clothes off. When we are both naked and breathless Sarge looks at me.

  “Micah are you sure? If you aren’t you need to walk away now. I am hanging on by a shoestring here, and I want you so damn bad.” Sarge waits for my answer. I know I could stop this, but I need it more than my next breath.

  “Yes, I’m sure I want you more in this moment than I ever have. It’s more than a want it’s a burning need. I ache to feel you inside me again. Give it to me Sarge, now.” I should feel ashamed of the need in my voice but I’m not.

  “Darlin’, I’ll make it good for both of us.” Sarge turns me and the next thing I know, we are both on the bed. Sarge doesn’t wait, he slides the length of his cock inside me and stops. I need him to move. “You’re so hot and fucking tight. How do you get tighter every time? FUCK!” Sarge starts to move and then my ass is scooted to the edge of the bed with half of it hanging off but Sarge keeps me in place with his strong arms. He pulls almost all the way out and then glides back in and makes my clit tingle with anticipation. Sarge’s pace is picking up and when I move up and meet his thrust with a swivel of my hips, I get the groan from Sarge I love. I look down between us and see my juices clinging to his engorged cock. I’ve never seen a hotter sight. He drives full length inside of me and I swivel and squeeze my muscles. “This is every man’s dream and today it is all mine.” The clenching pleasure is almost more than I can take. I know I am close, but I never want this to end. I feel the heat igniting my clit when his cock glides over it.