“You still haven’t mentioned how you found him, though,” Myles said in an accusatory tone. He was still sketchy about me. I could tell.
“Two of my club brothers' wives used to work for the government. When I told them my story, they looked into things and found out about the takedown. As you know, Tristan, your identity was never revealed. After greasing a few palms, the girls found out who was behind the takedown. That’s when I found out you were alive.”
“Y-you didn’t tell anyone else about me, did you?” His voice shook as his face morphed into fear.
“Absolutely not. The girls only did this for me. Tristan, I have struggled for years, thinking I had gotten you killed.”
He sighed, nodding his head. “That’s why I tried to find you. I even tried to convince my grandparents to help get you out of there. That night has haunted me my whole life.” Tristan looked off into the distance with a blank expression.
Myles wrapped an arm around Tristan, kissing his forehead. He turned to Will and me. “You should know Sire recently got out of jail. Because Tristan was responsible for the bust, we were notified before he was released. I’ve hired two security guards to ensure his safety.”
I bucked my eyes in surprise. “Really? I didn’t know he was out already.”
I hated that I couldn’t give Tristan any kind of reassurance when it came to Sire. I wanted him to walk around free and light like me, but I couldn’t tell him anything without incriminating myself and the club.
“Enough about Sire, though. Are you really a part of a motorcycle club?” Tristan asked gleefully.
A hearty laugh escaped my lips. “Yes, I am. I joined when I was eighteen, and the rest is history.”
“Wooow. That is so cool. Maybe we can come visit you sometime. My favorite show isSons of Anarchy. I would love to see an MC in person,” Tristan said.
Myles snorted, rolling his eyes playfully while Will and I chuckled. “I’m sure we can arrange something,” I told him.
We spent the next hour catching up. It was like we hadn’t spent a single day apart. Eventually, we went to get lunch together. Will and Tristan hit it off. They had a lot in common—more than Tristan and me, as a matter of fact. I found myself talking more with Myles while Will and Tristan chatted. By the time lunch was over, we had planned to have dinner the next night before Will and I headed back home.
As I drove back to the hotel, I couldn’t help but think of everything that had transpired over the past three years. After living a lie my whole life, one look at Will changed everything. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he was mine. No amount of denial or running could change what I knew in my heart.
He changed me for the better.
I was no longer that scared little boy Sire had beaten into submission. I was no longer afraid to embrace who I was. Sure, there were still people who would disagree with my life choices. Those who felt that way could jump off the nearest bridge, for all I gave a fuck.
I would never revert to hiding. This was me. And not a single soul walking this earth was going to make me hang my head in shame ever again.
Epilogue
TECH
3 WEEKS LATER
“Jacob, no. We’re supposed to be getting dressed,” Will said as he tried pulling away from me.
“I’ll be quick,” I mumbled as I tried pulling the towel from around his waist.
I didn’t know why he came out of the bathroom dripping wet and naked, and thought he was somehow about to put on clothes. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Jacob—”
I cut him off, smashing my lips to his. He quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck. Our tongues were soon tangling as I backed him to the bed. I snatched the towel from his waist and pushed him onto the bed. He was already hard as a rock.
I sank my teeth into my lip, looking over his naked body from head to toe. After all these years, he was still the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. His sex appeal only heightened every day I spent with him, which is why I always found my way inside him.
I covered his body with mine, grinding our erections together. Mine was still confined in my briefs. “You still trying to get dressed, Dimples?” I growled playfully in his ear.
His head whipped back and forth frantically. “No.” He gasped when I took his nipple in between my teeth.
“So, what do you want?” I questioned, peppering light kisses down his body. I hovered over his hardening length, making him pant.
“You. I want you, however you decide to take me,” he moaned.
