One catastrophic night, Shelly Jordan’s world was ripped to shreds. Now, living in an isolation of her own making, she’s slipping away from everything and everyone she once loved. She can’t piece the remnants of who she was back together with who she is now. Shelly can barely get through the next hour, let alone the whole day, and no one blames her for it. She tells the world she’s fine, afraid to lose the only family she has. After all, there’s no place in an MC for a used up club whore who can’t bear to be touched.
Ghost has had a thing for Shelly since first laying eyes on her. Still, Ghosty-boy don’t share, and as a club slut, Shelly gives it up to whoever asks. If only she’d knock off her slut-tastic ways… But now she’s hurt and he’s torn in two. If he’d been less of a jackass, she wouldn’t have run from the safety of the fireside – his side – that night. Ghost feels responsible for the horrible things he said that drove her into the predator’s hands. Now he wants to man up and make it right.
Can Ghost stitch Shelly back together again when all he’s ever really been good at is ripping things apart?
She was panicking, overwhelmed or something, and so I switched tactics ever so slightly.
“Shelly, Shelly, look at me.” I needed her to look me in the eye, I needed for us to be clear on this. I put my hands to either side of her head and those sapphire eyes darted to mine, she was on the verge of really freaking out. I rested my forehead against hers and made soothing sounds until the fear left her body, muscle groups losing their tension one by one, until her eyes closed and her breathing slowed. Her eyes opened and she did what I needed her to do, she looked at me.
“I’m only going to say this once, so you’d better listen and you’d better listen good. I am not a onetime thing, Honey. You have to understand, there is no one and done here. I don’t care if I’m the best you’ve ever had or the worst… This is it. You sleep with me and you belong to me and that means all of you, the broken bits, the jagged bits all of it. You on a good day, you on a bad day, it doesn’t matter. I’m not like those other guys. I don’t do casual, there has never been one and done here and there never will be. You do this… We do this… It’s forever. You get what I’m saying?” I stared into her eyes from bare inches away and they became luminous with her tears. She sniffed and she trembled in my hands, I smoothed my thumbs beneath her eyes and wiped away the tears. It killed me when she cried. What I’d said needed to be said but I was also hoping it would piss her off just a little. She seemed to center out a little better when she was angry, but anger isn’t what I got from her on this, which surprised me.
“I don’t understand!” She said helplessly, “Why would you want to tie yourself to someone like me someone who’s… Who’s…”
“Who’s what? Beautiful? Smart? Funny? Caring? A total fireball who makes me smile? Who makes me laugh outright when it feels like the whole damned world has gone to Hell around me?” I smiled a little sadly, knowing she saw none of those things in herself and was a little surprised when she ventured with,
“Is that what you see when you look at me?” I felt a small surge of triumph.
“That and a whole lot more just waiting to be discovered if you’d let me,” I told her. She sniffed and pulled her face from between my hands, rubbing the tip of her nose with the back of her hand.
“You think about it,” I told her gently, and blinked in surprise when she scoffed.
“I don’t have to think about it Ghost!” she cried, “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She dropped her hands from my shoulders and sighed out, her eyes closing.
“What Honey?” I asked her.
“Just promise me that this isn’t because of what I said on the mountain.” I laughed a little.
“No, I’ve felt this way for a while. Why else would I get so butt-twisted when you were with other guys?” I headed her off at the pass, I could see right where she was going. “I know! I know, you weren’t actually with them but you played a convincing game Princess you had to, I understand that now. I was a dense mother fucker but I’m paying attention now.” I pulled her in and her resistance was fading. I held her close and her arms went around my shoulders and she held me too…
Text Copyright © 2015 A.J. Downey
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