Prologue

"A re you sure you have to leave?" her angelic voice asks.

It's the same thing she's been asking for the past week. I don't want to. I have considered petitioning my father for a spot in his MC here every single day, but I can't. Especially because, as much as I want to make it work with her, it never will.

"You know I can't. As soon as your father finds out about us, he will put a bullet in my head. You know that."

"I know, but isn't it worth the risk? Aren't I?"

I want to tell her she is. Lord knows I have some serious feelings for this woman. I always have. Problem is, it will only make things harder on us both. No matter what she says, I have to get on my bike tomorrow morning and ride out for Vegas. I have to get back to my brothers. My club. My family.

This was only supposed to be a quick trip to visit the family.

"Come with me?" I ask her after a moment of silence.

I shouldn't have asked her. I know what her answer is going to be.

Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she shakes her head. "My entire life is here. You have family here, too. I can't leave my entire support system to follow you."

That's the crux of it all. Her entire life is here, but I'm needed there. There's no winning.

"Let's stop talking about this. It's only going to keep upsetting us. Let's savor the last night we have. Commit it to memory."

"If tonight is all we have, let's make it count," she agrees.

She pushes me until I'm on my back. Leaning down, she kisses my lips, grinding her naked body against mine. The Texas breeze blows as she moves over me until she's positioned right over my dick.

"Let me get a condom," I whisper against her lips.

"No condoms. Only memories," she hisses back as she impales herself on me. I groan out at the feel of her warm, wet heat surrounding me. She feels like nothing I have ever experienced before.

"We really should protect ourselves," I warn her.

"If you really want to, we can, but I take the pill and I want to feel you. If this is the last night I get with you, I want to feel all of you inside of me. I want you to mark me the way no other man has. I never want to forget tonight because tomorrow you will be going home, and I will be left in the solace of this life. I'll be back to being his little girl. Nothing else will matter."

Cupping her cheek, I force her forehead to mine. "You're not just his little girl. You are a fierce-as-fuck woman. You are beautiful inside and out."

"One day maybe the world will see that, but he's not ready for that yet. So for now, I'm what he needs me to be. Enough about him. I don't want to think about him while you are inside me. Make me forget. Make me only think of you."

Thrusting up, her hands fall to my chest to hold steady. I do it again, making her moan. I keep going, her hips rolling in time with my motions.

"More," she whimpers. "I need more."

If my girl wants more, she's going to get more. I might not be able to give her the life we have spent the last week talking about, but I can give her this. I can give her a piece of me tonight. Leave her with the knowledge that I have never opened up to someone the way I have done with her in the little bit of time we have known one another.

In another life, this woman would be my old lady. I would have her on the back of my bike. She would be pregnant with a baby on her hip. We would have a little house with a yard and a dog.

I would give her everything she ever wanted.

If only I wasn't who I am and she wasn't who she is.

Flipping her, I rut into her, needing her to feel me long after I'm gone. I want to feel her long after she's gone.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. Squeeze me," I whisper against her lips as I nip them.

She moans, her back arching off the bed. I can feel her milking me for all I'm worth.

I don't want to give in yet, but my body has other plans. It answers her call.

I can feel myself spill inside her, the feeling is a unique one. I've never once gone without a condom with a woman, let alone gotten off inside of her. Never once have I wanted to.

Yet now that I feel the warmth, I'm thinking about the fact that I could be planting a seed. Something that would grow in her and make her mine forever without anyone being able to take it away?

Yeah, that's a little addicting. I want to do it again and again.

Once I still, I keep pressed inside of her, leaning down to kiss her over and over.

" Spencer ," she whimpers as tears start to fall.

"Shhh, I know, darlin'."

I do know. This hurts. Knowing we have something real, but there are so many obstacles in our way.

So instead of focusing on them, I continue to kiss and nip at her until she rolls her hips. Then I fuck her again.

I keep fucking her until it's time to leave in the morning. I must have spilled seven loads inside of her that night. Knowing she's on the pill is both a blessing and a curse.

I'm not ready for children. I know that. Especially with our situation, but the idea that she could be? Part of me wants that. It wants that ultimate claim.

Driving her back to the compound, I drop her around back. We kiss about a million times before she finally peels away.

"I'll call you?" She makes the statement more as a question.

"You have the burner. Call me whenever you want."

"I will. I want you to call me too."

I nod once.

I wait until she's inside the fence before I take off, leaving both my past and future behind me.

Sometimes having duties sucks.

This is one of them.