Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (4 page)

He grips the back of my head, bringing me in for a kiss.

His touch, the feel of his skin against mine.

My lips press into his as he runs his free hand down my body.

He cups my sex that is dripping with my arousal.

His hard, wide, long length presses against my stomach.

He replaces his fingers with his cock pushing inside.

He is my home!

I jolt awake with beads of sweat covering my forehead. My camisole and panties stick to my skin as I realize the rest of my body is lined with sweat. I look around, recognizing that I’m still in New York. My gaze goes to the left at my sliding glass doors that lead out to the balcony from my bedroom. It’s still dark outside so I blink a couple of times and wipe the sleep from my eyes. Drifting over to the alarm clock that shows it's 5:00 a.m., I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes trying to recover from another erotic dream of Writer. I decide it’s time to get up, today is going to be a long one, but one that I am ready for.

I walk by Jackie’s door, seeing it’s still closed so I know she’s sleeping, I’ll continue to let her do so. I reach the living room where our suitcases are sitting and I stare at them, waiting, hoping today ends well.

After I have finished eating toast and drinking a cup of coffee I made, I walk throughout the apartment one more time. I make sure that we have everything packed up and ready to go. I left one outfit and all my bathroom supplies unpacked, so I get in the shower, washing away any evidence left from my dream. Once I’m finished, I step out, dry off, and go back into the living room where Jackie is now sitting.

I stand in front of her so I can sign.
Are we ready to go?

I think so. We have everything packed up except for what we would need for today.

Yeah, I just got finished in the bathroom and I’ll pack the rest of it once you’re done.
She nods while looking around at the space we have spent the last year in. I know she is just as ready to leave as I am.

Her comforting eyes come back to me while her expression turns to worry.
Okay, so how are you feeling about going back?

I plop down on the couch next to Jackie before signing,
I’m nervous, excited, scared all rolled into one.

I’m sure you are, but all will be fine. I’m going to go get ready now so we can be on our way.
She takes one last sip out of her cup that was sitting on the coffee table. She stands, takes it in the kitchen and washes it out, then heads to the bathroom. I stay seated, throwing myself back on the couch. I huff out a big breath, and think about what today will bring.

By 8:00 a.m. we are boarding the plane to take us home. It’s been one year since I left and came to New York, which was the second biggest mistake I ever made. My number one was leaving Writer. I’ve missed him every single day that I’ve been gone. I also miss Wichita and my family, both families.

I still think of the Satan's Sinners as my family, as I should, considering my twin sister Zoey is going to be married to their president, Hanger. I haven't talked to any of the guys since I left, the only people I have spoken to are Zoey and my parents.

I asked them not to mention Writer because it’s too hard for me, thinking about if he’s moved on, if he still loves me, or what happened to him after I left. He never leaves my thoughts or my dreams though, he’s always inside my head, plaguing it with memories.

When I was at the airport to leave for New York, I hoped that he would’ve had a change of heart or at least come after me, but he didn't. We had that one fight before I left and didn’t have anything to do with one another for that whole week before I left, but I thought two years would’ve been more important to him. I tried to get him to come with me and I never wanted to break up, so I felt like it was up to Writer to make things right with me. When he didn’t, I was so angry and hurt that on my way into the plane I threw my phone into the trash and got a new one when I got to New York.

I was promised a fashion design job with a furnished apartment to live in, that’s why I came here. That’s not at all what I got, except for the place to live. They also knew I was hearing impaired beforehand, so they allowed me to bring Jackie.

She’s been my lifeline to say the least and has been my interpreter since I started elementary school. Her children grew up, moved away, and her husband died about five years back. Needless to say, she had no problem packing up and leaving. I wanted her to take this journey with me and she was more than happy to go. I'm happy she did come with me, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without her.

Once we were settled and started in the company, we soon comprehended that they lied to me. I stuck it out for as long as I could, but the job I was promised never came. What did happen was I became the gopher to all the other designers and I asked on several different occasions when I would start designing, but they kept repeating the same story.

Soon.

Now, after a year, I’m ready to go home and Jackie is too. She had it out with a few people on more than one occasion over how I was being treated. She tried telling them that this wasn't what I signed up for, but they said all the beginners have to start at the bottom. I was a beginner, no doubt, but I was top of my class and I think I did enough of the dirty work for them to get what I deserved. If it wasn't for Jackie, I would have never known, and since I hate confrontation, she is always my backbone.

We step onto the plane, taking our seats, and I have butterflies swarming in my stomach. Even though I know how much of a mistake it was to leave, I'll never be sorry I went. If I would’ve stayed, I would have always wondered if I missed out on something. I think I would’ve resented Writer and regretted not going for the rest of my life. Now, I know for sure where I belong. I'll have no doubts and that is a good feeling to have.

I sit in the window seat and gaze outside, waiting for the plane to take off. When we get into the air, I look down at the huge city that looks so small now. Heading home has me lost in my head until I feel a tap on my arm. I look over to Jackie.

We're about to land, sweetheart.
I give her a nod as my anxiety kicks up a notch at how close I am to seeing him again.
You look even more nervous now. You have to calm down, Ever.
Her motherly nature comes out as she rubs up and down my back trying to relax me.

I don't even know if he’s going to want to see me.
I think my courage and confidence stayed back in New York.

I don't know either, but I hope everything works out for you.
I love how she doesn't try to sugar coat shit.

Thank you, Jackie.

Once we’re off the plane with our bags, Jackie calls for a cab. We collect our bags from baggage claim then wait for our rides to show up. When the cab driver pulls up to the curb in front of us, Jackie walks over as he gets out. She hands him some money and tells him where he needs to take me. The taxi driver loads my bags into the trunk of the cab and Jackie hauls me in for a hug. When we pull away, I sign,
Are you gonna be okay?

Oh yes dear, don’t you worry about me. I’ll just have my son come get me and I'll spend some time with my grandbabies. You take care, Ever. I'll be back in Wichita in a couple of weeks if you need anything. Keep me updated on that handsome young man of yours.
God, I am going to miss her.

I will. You take care too, Jackie. I love you.

I love you too, honey.

I get into the cab, ready to make my journey back home. I can't wait to see everyone. I wanted it to be a surprise so I didn't let anyone know I was coming back. The driver starts to pull out and I have a whole mix of emotions taking over inside of me. Once we are on the highway from Tulsa heading back to Wichita, I gaze out at the empty land, willing this ride to go fast or slow. Hell, I don't even know anything except my hands are shaky and sweaty, my legs are bouncing ridiculously fast, and my stomach is twisted into a thousand knots.

When we get right outside of Wichita, I pull out my phone, sending a text to Zoey.

Me:
Go to Mom & Dad’s alone. Gotta tell you something.

Zoey:
On my way!

She responded almost immediately so I bet she is worried and thinks I’m going to Skype. Boy, is she in for a surprise. They all are.

The cab driver pulls into the driveway of my parents’ house. He grabs my bags from the trunk as I step out of the cab. I take them from him before I walk up to the door and knock, instead of just walking in. My mom opens the door, looking at me blankly, I think she might be in shock. She blinks a few times as if to make sure I'm really here then she signs and speaks, “Ever?”

I let go of my bags to sign back,
Yeah, Mom, it's me.
Her hands fly up to cover her mouth as tears pool in her eyes. I expected nothing less since she hasn't seen me in a year. They all tried talking me into coming home, especially during the holidays. I know that it hurt my family when I wouldn't come back, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

My mom grabs me by the arms, pulling me into the house and into her tight embrace. After she lets me out of her death grip, I grab my bags before following her into the living room where my dad and Zoey are sitting.

They both look at me with the same shocked expressions, mouths open, eyes big. They can't believe I'm really here either, this is exactly what I wanted. They both shake their heads before jumping up, my dad grabbing me first, and then Zoey, both hugging me just as tight as my mom did. When I pull back from Zoey, I look around at all their smiling faces and teary eyes matching mine. I'm home and it feels so damn good to be back, I can only hope Writer is just as happy to see me.

Zoey signs,
What are you doing here and why didn't you let anyone know you were coming back?

I wanted it to be a surprise and I couldn't do it anymore, Zoey. I missed you guys and Writer terribly. It was all a lie, I never got to design anything. I gave up my life for nothing.

I'm so sorry.
She pulls me in for another hug.

When I pull back, I tell her how I feel about leaving.
It's okay. I would’ve always wondered if I would have stayed, so I'll never be sorry I went.
She gives me a look of understanding so I go on
, I need to go see Writer though. I miss him so bad, Zoey.

I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe you should let me give him a heads up first.
Why does my sister look like that? It's almost like she is scared for me to go see him.

No, I want it to be a surprise. It'll be fine. He loves me, we just gotta get past this.

Ever, he's not the same guy anymore. I don't think you should go.

I'm going, Zoey, you’ll see. Everything will be fine.
I cock my brow and give her that look, you know the one, I'm doing it and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.

My dad chimes in,
Maybe Zoey is right Ever. Maybe he should get a heads up. We've all seen him. I don't know if it would be good for you to just show up.

Dad, no! You guys are not stopping me! Everything is going to be fine. I miss him and I love him. I gotta go get him back. Give me my keys.
I hold my palm out waiting. My mom, being the sensible one out of this bunch, leaves the room. She walks back in, dropping them in my hand. She then puts her two cents in.
I hope you’re right about this. I don't want you to get hurt.
Jesus! Maybe I was wrong. I'm starting to wonder if they all lost their damn minds.

Writer would never hurt me, Mom. I made a mistake when I left, but he loves me. I know he’ll forgive me. Besides, how bad could it be? It’s been a year. I'm sure Zoey is just overreacting.
I leave my bags in the living room as I head out the door.

I make what is supposed to take thirty minutes to get to the club in about half that because I couldn’t keep my foot off the accelerator. I park my car and Zoey pulls in right beside me, jumping out of her own. I get out and start to head inside, but she pulls on my arm, stopping me.

When I turn to her, she starts to beg,
Please don't go in there Ever! Please! I am begging you!

I don't understand why she’s being like this. My frustration starts to take over as I try to tell her again,
Zoey, it will be fine. He loves me. We just have to talk and get past this.

I’m starting to get irritated with everyone. What is the problem? Why don’t they want me to see him? I start heading to the door again and this time no one stops me. I let my eyes adjust from the sun to the darkness of the club as I look around, finding two people on a couch. I take a few steps closer, then stop dead in my tracks. I know those hands.

Writer.

My mouth drops open, tears cloud my vision because of the blonde bouncing on him. I cover my mouth with my hand and no matter how hard I try, I can't pull my eyes away from the sight before me.

Bam Bam taps Writer on his shoulder, getting his attention, then he points to me. Shock is written all over Bam's handsomely bearded face. My heart shatters into a million pieces when his eyes lock with mine and he smiles, not just any smile, no, this one is sinister, pure evil.

He fucking smiled!

Oh God, this is bad. So very fucking bad, I should’ve listened.
How could you?
is all I can manage before backing away and stumbling into Zoey on my way out. I turn, running out of the bar.

I feel sick, I can't breathe. When I get outside, the cold air hits me, but it does no good helping me not hyperventilate, even with me trying to slow it down, taking nice deep breaths. The sobs are uncontrollable throughout my body, then I start gagging. I empty the contents of my stomach all over the ground in front of me. The only thing running through my head is he doesn't love me anymore.