“Yes,” I said simply.“I do.”
His eyes, bluer than the pool around us, held mine as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear.I bit my lip as his fingers found me already slick despite the cold water.
“I love how wet you are for me,” he growled, circling my clit with maddening precision.“So perfect.”
I thought he might fuck me, but he didn’t.What he did do was circle my clit with his fingers over and over until I arched against him, needing more friction.Then, without warning, my body tightened, my clit pulsed, and my pussy clenched as I came with excruciating force.Oktober caught my scream with his kiss as he worked me through my orgasm before helping me down, holding me tightly so I wouldn’t crash so hard.
I clung to his shoulders, resting my head against his chest.We remained cuddled together in the water for a long while.Oktober murmured softly to me in German.I’d never felt so connected with another person.No one in my entire life.
“You OK?”he murmured against my temple.
I nodded, feeling boneless and completely satisfied.“Better than OK.”
“Come on.You need water and so do I.”
“So bossy.”I grinned up at him.
He dipped his head to mine once more, capturing my lips again for a lingering kiss.“Yeah.But I think you like my bossy ways.”
“I do.”Way more than was good for me.But I refused to say something that stupid out loud.
We took our time swimming back to the flat rocks.Oktober climbed out first, water sluicing down his tattooed body in rivulets that caught the sunlight.He reached down, pulling me up beside him with easy strength.
The sun-warmed rock felt glorious against my chilled skin as we stretched out side by side.Oktober propped himself on one elbow, looking down at me with an expression that made my heart skip.
“You’re something special, Mia Winters,” he said softly.
I reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips.“So are you.If I knew your real name, I’d use it.”
He grinned.“You’re reprimanding me.”
“Someone’s got to keep you honest.”
“My name is Hans Richter.And I got the name Oktober both for my German roots and because I might like Oktoberfest a touch more than I should.”
I couldn’t help but laugh simply for the joy of sharing humor with someone after such a wonderful morning.This truly had turned into a wonderful vacation.Sure, I had problems to work out after this hiatus ended, but I could do it with a fresh perspective on the whole situation with Eric.
We lay side by side in comfortable silence for several minutes, letting the sun dry our skin.Oktober’s hand traced lazy patterns along my arm, raising pleasant goose bumps despite the warmth.
“How did you find your club?”I asked eventually, genuinely curious about the path that had led him to the Kiss of Death MC.And what it was like to be part of a motorcycle club.
Oktober was quiet for a moment, his gaze turning distant.“I told you I went to prison after taking the fall for my brother who had a wife and kids.Well, my brother rode with Kiss of Death.I rode with my brother. Knuckles took care of me when I went to prison and when I got out." He looked off into the distance as he continued.“Knuckles made sure I always had protection on the inside, but he also charged me with protecting a couple of boneheads he’d taken a liking to.”He grinned at the memory, obviously having affection for the men he referred to.“Inferno and Noose got out pretty close to the same time I did and Knuckles brought them into Kiss of Death too.We all look out for each other and our families.I always figured that was Knuckles’ way of giving us all a purpose in life in and out of prison until we got our feet under us.”
He didn’t elaborate and I wasn’t asking.Seemed rude.Either I trusted the guy or I didn’t, and since I was in the middle of nowhere with him alone, I’d say I trusted him.The rest wasn’t my business.“Purpose in life after prison?”
“Yes.I help at Haven.The women at Kiss of Death run the place.We help protect it.We also show the kids who come for shelter that not all big, scary-looking men are mean.”He smiled up at the sky.“It’s one of my favorite places, so I protect it ruthlessly with the rest of my brothers.We stay outside the fence mostly, but occasionally we’ll play kickball or volleyball with the kids outside.”
“You don’t go inside with them?”
He shook his head.“Nein.Inside is their safe place.Some of the men go inside, but only for maintenance or if one of thekinderneeds them.The women who come there need to know not just any man can come and go as they wish, so the old ladies in our club set boundaries.Only certain men are allowed inside unless they are accompanied by either the old ladies or Tiny.”
“Tiny must be a good guy.He’s so big, I’d’ve thought he’d intimidate everyone.”
“Nope.Penny has two daughters.They have him wrapped around their little fingers.”Then he got a confused, slightly befuddled look on his face.“Actually, now that I think of it, they’ve kind of got all of us guys where they want us.”
I laughed so much my face hurt and I got a stitch in my side while Oktober told me stories of his brothers in the club.I could tell how much they all meant to him.
“The old ladies are the real heart of it,” he continued.“They keep us in line.Keep us human.”He sat with his hands flat on the rock behind him, bracing his upper body.He’d stretched his legs in front of him, crossed them at the ankles.The sun shone down on us like a blessing.For the first time in months I felt like myself.I hadn’t realized how much stress and pressure I’d been under, and I didn’t really know why I felt such strain.Maybe I’d known what had been going on with Eric and Jade on some level and refused to admit it to myself.Now all those negative feelings had finally burst and I could be happy again.
