He just needs a minute.   

One minute.   

Where Tony isn’t being annoying.   

That Sam and Bucky aren’t fighting.  

So, he doesn’t have to see Natasha and Clint curled up together on the couch.  

Not that he’s lonely or anything.  

He has his family.   

Right? 

“Bucky, please.  Can we just get out for a little bit?” 

Steve Rogers has never been one to complain.  He did his duty and just wanted to relax.  But when 10 other supers live with you, it tends to be crowded. And loud. And messy.  

Bucky gets up with a grumble.   “We don’t have to take Sam do we, punk?” 

“No jerk, I need some quiet but I don’t want to be alone.”  

“Fine.   But you’re buying me a coffee.”  

“Whatever.”  

Steve and Bucky make it out of the tower, finally breathing fresh, uncomplicated air. They walk in silence, Steve just relishing the city at its finest, Bucky wondering what the fuck was going on.  “So, you gonna talk to me punk or are we just exercising?” 

Steve sighed, knowing that this question was coming sooner than later.  He was hoping it would be later so he would have time to think of a better answer. “I’m lonely, ok.”  

“How the fuck can you be lonely with so many people living in the tower.  Not to mention, Pepper, Morgan and…” 

Steve cut him off.  “Yes, I get it.  Family, blah, blah blah.  I need to live for something more, Buck.  I want to find a dame I can have to take my mind off things. To want the future I had hoped for.”  

“What about that girl who works downstairs?  What’s her name?” 

“YN.” Steve thinks back on the girl who worked in legal.  With long YC hair and a smile that could light up any room. He took every chance he could to be in her presence.  She always had a delicate sent of flowers, never too much makeup, perfectly dressed in a SHIELD approved suit. She was the epitome of class.  Like a she stepped out of the 40s and into today.  She was everything he was looking for.  The short conversations he had about work with you were articulate and knowledgeable, your voice sweet.  

“Yeah, YN.  Why not ask her out?” 

Steve paled at the thought.  He was Captain America not Captain Romantic.  He still had the same problem with the dames as he did in the 40s.  Except they weren’t shy about coming up to him now. He didn’t want to blow his chance with you when he could barely converse with you about work.  “I don’t know Buck.  What if I say the wrong thing?” 

It was Bucky’s turn to sigh.  “Rogers, you have to man up.  If you like the lady, just be yourself.”  He stopped.  “On second thought, be a more confident version of yourself.”  

“Thanks asshole.  Not helping.”  

They continued walking until they reach Rockefeller Center.  The big Christmas tree was all lit up and decorated, the skaters were moving in the rink below.  It was Christmas in a block.  The guys hit the coffee stand and sat at the rink just listening to the music.  They could get lost in this crowd.  

Steve, ever vigilant, still scanned around.  Until he saw you.  You were with a bunch of other girls, giggling and skating around. You had on a pink overcoat with a black hat and gloves.  You were lovely, just like always.  

Bucky picked up on Steve’s sudden freeze and looked where he was looking and smiled.  He saw you too and decided to interfere.  He got up quietly and walked over to the group.  “Ladies, how are we this evening?” 

You flushed and smiled. “Hello Sargent Barnes. How are you?” 

Steve watched as Bucky talked to you and your friend.  He started to panic and began to head over to you.  

“Are you going to the Christmas ball ladies?” 

Your friend Audrey giggled.  “We don’t know yet.  Haven’t been asked.” You wanted to disappear.  You were hoping Steve would pluck up the courage to ask.  You had told Audrey about your crush on him but he was always so busy that you thought nothing of it. Until the good Captain appeared at his friend’s shoulder.  

“Hey punk.  I was just talking to Audrey and YN here about the Christmas Ball.  So, Audrey, would you like to come with me?”  Bucky flashed the girl a heart stopping smile, ever the confident ladies’ man.  Even after everything he had been through, he was able to go back true to form. And he’s a sucker for a red head.  

“I would love to Sargent Barnes.” Audrey was flushed with excitement.  

Bucky looked pointedly at Steve.  Steve swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t flub this.  “Umm, I was wondering if you would accompany me YN, to the ball I mean.”  

Your heart fluttered. “It’d be my honor Captain Rogers.” You felt yourself go pink and you looked down, unable to look at the ocean blue you studied so well.  

Steve looked at the pink of your cheeks and smiled.  You looked beautiful in your skating outfit, hair in curls down your back.  Bucky nudged him to continue talking.  “Uh, I’ll pick you up say at 7? Could I have your address?” He held out his phone. 

“Yes, ok.”  You took his phone and put in your information. You finally raised your eyes to see the sparkle in his.  It looked like he was excited but you weren’t sure. He was just being polite, you thought to yourself.  It’s a favor to his friend.  You try and not let the thought deflate you.  

The night of the ball arrives as you are nervous.  Audrey dragged you to a dress shop, wanting to look good for this very important event.  Lots of important people were scheduled to be there so looking your best was called for.  

“Audrey! I don’t think this is a good idea!” you called out from your room.  

“C’mon YNN! You look fabulous,” she yelled back from her room.  

“It’s too much!” 

“It’s perfect.” Audrey walked in in her black, sparkly mermaid ballgown.  It had spaghetti straps and if flared out from her hips.  She looked like a model, which didn’t help your self-esteem at the moment.  

“Wow, Audrey you look amazing.” You looked her over and then in the mirror.  

Audrey could see your eyes starting to glass over.  “YNN?  What’s wrong?” 

“He’s only doing this because Sargent Barnes as you right in front of him.  Why would he want to go out with someone like me?”  

“Oh, honey, you can’t see it, can you? Audrey came up behind you as you stared in the mirror, willing yourself not to cry. She rubbed your arms.  “If he can’t see how amazing you are, he isn’t worth your time.  But I have a feeling he does.  And you are about to knock his socks off.” She took a tissue to dab the tears from your eyes and not smudge the makeup.  There was a knock on the door.  “Ok, that’s them.  Chin up, put on your lipstick and I’ll answer the door.”  She left.  

You looked in the mirror. “I can do this,” you tell yourself.  You put on the nude color lipstick, grab your wrap and clutch and head out to the living room.   

An hour before… 

“Goddamn tie,” Steve muttered under his breath.  He undid the tie and tried again.  At least with a tux I could have one of those premade bow ties, he thought to himself.  But since this was a military ball, he was required to wear his Army service class A uniform.  He looked down at his pants, the crease pressed with a blade to make sure it was crisp.  His jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, his medal designation in order. All that was left was this tie.  

Tony walked by and looked into Steve’s room.  He watched him struggle with the tie for a minute before waving Pepper over.  Pepper looked at Steve and smiled.  “Steve? Did you need help?” She frowned when she saw his face.  “Steve, are you ok?” 

Steve was sweating, nerves finally getting to him.  He let the tie go.  “I can’t get my tie to knot straight and I think I want to throw up.”  

Bucky, also dressed in his uniform came in just as Steve finished his last statement.  “Punk, what happened?” 

“I don’t know.  I just, I can’t do this.”  Steve sat and put his head in his hands.  

Pepper looked at Bucky.  “Do you know what is happening?” 

“He asked his crush to the ball.  We have to leave in 10 to pick her and my date up.  Steve?  Pal, take a deep breath. It’s gonna be fine.”  

Pepper touched Bucky’s arm to stop him.  She sat next to Steve.  “Steve, can you look at me?” Steve looked up to Pepper.  “You like this girl?” He nodded. She motioned him to face her and she worked on his tie.  “Look, she must be special if you are getting yourself worked up. But you are a great guy, Steve and if you just be yourself, everything is going to be fine.”  

Pepper’s words were a comfort, helping him become calm. “You promise?”  

Pepper smiled. “I promise.  She would have to be a fool to not see what a great guy you are.”  She finished the tie and stood up and picked up his jacket. “You just relax ok.” 

Just then Morgan ran into his room and launched herself at him. “Uncle Stevie!” 

“Hey MoMo. Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”  

“I wanted to wish you luck Uncle Stevie.” 

“For what?” 

“In falling in love.  Uncle Bucky says you found a princess.” 

Pepper, Tony and Bucky chuckles as Steve hugged the girl tighter.  “I did, sweetheart. Thank you.” 

Morgan’s nanny came to take Morgan back to her room after hugs and kisses with her parents and uncles.   

“If anything, Thor brought some Asgardian liquor last time and we still have some. That should help mellow you out.” Tony piped in.  He smiled but then stopped when Pepper threw him a murder glare. Tony swallowed, “or just be yourself, like Pepper said.”  

“You’ll be fine Punk. We’ll stick together.” Bucky clapped Steve’s shoulder. 

“Thanks jerk.  I guess we should get going.”  Steve slipped his jacket on and took one last look.  

“She’s going to be blown away Cap.  Just you wait.” 

As you rounded the corner, you stopped breathing.  In front of you stood Captain Rogers, in his Army best, looking just like his did in his old army photo.  A photo that you had hidden in your bedside table.  He took you in and swallowed.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  

You were in a red, empire waist ballgown, strapless and floor length.  Your hair was in a sophisticated French twist with tendrils framing your face.  You had on statement earrings but no other jewelry.  You were a vision.  

Bucky nudged Steve in the back and had him focus again.  “Uh, YN, wow.”  I mean, he scratched his forehead, “you look beautiful.”  

“Thank you, Captain Rogers.”  

“Please, call me Steve.” He smiled and offered his arm.  “Shall we?” 

You took it and hoped to god that you wouldn’t trip on the dress or the heels. You made it to the limo and all four of you climbed in.  It was a short drive to the venue, but it was beautiful with the city decorated for Christmas.  You made it inside and the room was decorated with white lights, Christmas trees around the room.  You hung on Steve’s arm, mostly out of fear of tripping but also because his warmth gave you comfort.  

As you walked the room, several generals and admirals stopped you, shaking Steve’s hand in greeting.  Steve proudly introduced you as an agent in legal. He never let go of you, switching between his arm or holding your hand.  He made sure you had a glass of champagne, made sure that the servers offered you the canapés first, truly a gentleman, something missing from the current generation of men.  

As the formalities died down, you went to the bar, ordering drinks and chatting.  But Steve couldn’t help himself and made sure part of you was touching him, his hand on your back, you pressed next to him.  It wasn’t helping your resolve to not blush the entire night.  At one point, the band played a familiar song, Glenn Miller, if you recalled.  “Would you like to dance YN?”  

You nodded and Steve took you onto the floor.  He moved with the style of the 40s, spinning you around.  You couldn’t help but laugh at the movements, his smile at feeling like he hadn’t missed his life.  But then the music slowed, a tune for lovers.  Steve hesitated but then made his mind up.  He pulled you close to him and swayed to the music.  

It’s like the rest of the world melted away.  It was just you and him and the band, feet shuffling.  He didn’t let go, keeping you close, letting you breathe in his cologne.  He could hear your breathing, his super soldier senses at work, picked up on how ragged your exhale was.  “Is everything alright?” 

“I’m fine.  Just enjoying the moment.”  You made it sound like you knew it would end soon.  As the song ended, Steve asked, “Can you come with me?” 

He didn’t really allow you to answer as he took your hand and moved to the balcony.  It was freezing and he took off his jacket to place around your shoulders.  You weren’t sure what to say so you kept your head down.  Steve looked out on the city but then looked at you, being meek and quiet.  He was nervous, unsure of what you wanted. “Are you having a good time?”  

“Yes,” you answer just above a whisper.  

“Did I do something wrong?” 

That snapped your head up to look at him.  He looked sad, like it was the end of something.  You shook your head.  “No. Um, no, Steve, it's been a perfect evening.”  

“Then why won’t you look at me?” 

“Because I know that you are doing this for Bucky.” The admission hurt your heart but you knew it needed to be said.  

“Why would you think that?” Steve tilted your head by your chin. “If anything, Bucky was doing me the favor?” 

“What?” Your voice trembled, not from the cold but from the shock of his statement.  

“YN, I’ve been trying to ask you out for months.  I just…” he rubbed his neck, “I just didn’t know how.”  

Your eyes were big.  He wanted to ask you out. You’ve talk to him for months and you had no idea.  He was always nice to everyone.  Yes, he stopped by your office often, but it was always a purpose.  

“Doll, did you think I really needed all that legal advice?”  Steve offered a half smile.  “I just wanted to hear you and talk to you.  I kept trying to figure out a way to ask without being disrespectful.  Because I respect the hell outta ya, sweetheart, excuse my language.” The Brooklyn in him slipped, his infamous manners peaked. He looked at his feet, feeling 5 feet tall again.  

“Could you ask me now?” 

He wasn’t ready for that response as he looked up into your eyes.  They were shiny and bright, the lights dancing in them, hope filing them.  But it was peace he found most in them.  He swallowed.  “YN, would you like to go on a date with me?” 

“Yes, I would love to.”  Your answer was automatic.  

Steve took your hands and placed them on his chest, holding them there.  “May I kiss you?” 

“Yes, sir.” He smiled and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on you.  He pulled away to see your reaction.  Your eyes were closed, cheeks flushed.  He went back in and in deeper, making your arms snake around his neck as his hands were holding you on your lower back and near your neck.  Your lips fit perfectly, moving insync.  

Needing air, you both pulled away.  He pressed his forehead to yours.  “Is it too early to ask you to be my girl?” 

“Is it too fast to say yes?” You smiled and pecked his lips.  “I’d love to be your girl.”  

“Your grandpa asked me to marry him a few months later,” you said, holding your granddaughter in your lap, showing the photo that was taken that night. “Best decision I ever made was going with Auntie Audrey to the skating rink that night.  We had no idea that night would be the start of something wonderful.”  

“Did you wear a wedding dress Nana?”  

“A big princess one.  Here,” you flipped to the picture on your wedding day, thirty years before.  “Uncle Tony was nice enough to host for us.  And my dad walked me down the aisle just like your dad will for you.”  

“Hey doll? You here?” 

“Den, love.  I’m with Emily!” 

Steve walked in, handsome as ever, if only with more gray in his hair.  He came and sat next to you and took Emily on his lap.  “Oh, its been a while since I’ve seen the photo.  You know Em, your nana was the most beautiful girl in the room that night.  And for thirty Christmases I have been the luckiest guy to have her be mine.”  

“Will I have that Pop Pop?” 

“Of course, you will. Because you know what, you are just like your nana.”  

“Hey, I have the tree!” You heard Bucky call through the house.  

“You left that jerk alone with the tree?” You reprimanded Steve.  

“Hey, I’m the reason why that punk even asked you out.  I have a free pass for life.” Bucky smirked.  “That’s why your son is named James.”  

Evening fell and Emily was put down and Steve brought you a glass of wine and wrapped an arm around you in front of the fire.  “You know it was 30 years ago today.”  

“I know.”  

“Any regrets?”  

You smile. “No.” 

Steve could see you thinking. “Whatcha thinking about?” 

“How much I love Christmas. It brought me you.”  

“And here I was thinking the same thing.”  

“Yea?” 

“Yea.”  He gave you a kiss.  “Merry Christmas Doll.”  

“Merry Christmas Cap.”  

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I’m not a bad guy.  

I’m not really a good guy.  

But I’ve never wanted something so much to make me the bad guy.  

Until now.  

From: Oracle   To: Finder   Re: New Job  Finder, have a new job. Our buyer is looking for a formula, called cold fusion power. Target is Dr. YN YLN, head of physics at Stanford. Get the formula from her. Payout to you is $5 Million.   Happy Hunting! 

$5 Million.  

For one of the easiest jobs, I’ve ever been given.  

I popped the lollipop out of my mouth and smile. How hard would it be to charm a nerd and get what I need? I laugh to myself and open my search engine. I type in her name. 

YN YNL 

Doctor of Chemistry 

Tenured Professor 

Head of Chemistry department, Stanford.  

Pretty smart, I said to myself. I read her resume, doctorate at 20, youngest department head in Stanford University history. Thesis on cold fusion as a new heating solution. Specialized in electrochemistry.  

I click around until I find a photo. Her department photo shows me a frigid woman with a tight bun, glasses and no smile. I shudder. I hope there is another photo of her. I find one.  It’s not a clear picture, just her profile as she is working with a student. This might make it more difficult to meet her, but the university website is so helpful. They list where her office is and her office hours. Perfect. I book my flight.  

It will be like taking candy from a baby.  

It’s bright in California. Don’t know how people can live without seasons. It’s fucking fall.  Time for sweaters and lattes and shit. I watch as two girls in bikini tops and shorts walk across the campus.  Then again, maybe I was quick to rush to judgement.  The girls see me and give a flirty wave. I wink and keep walking.  Maybe I’ll find them later. 

I spend two weeks looking for the Professor. I hovered near the science building, noting everyone that comes in and out. One woman I only ever get her backside. I mean, it's a fantastic backside. I’ve seen her a few times, but I never clock her face.  

Day 15 has me eating a slice of pizza across the lawn. I’m starting to lose hope that this professor actually works here. I’m looking her profile up to see where else she works when I hear the doors open. A woman comes out of the science building, hair tied up with a pencil, glasses pushed up to the top of her head, folders in hand. But instead of giving off a nerdy vibe, she’s giving naughty librarian. She dressed in a tank top and jeans and is looking at her phone. My brain has momentarily shut off as I watch her. She gets closer and then I see her eyes. Her beautiful fucking eyes that are leaving me speechless.  Until I realize, she’s my target.  

A Two birds' opportunity.  

I casually walk so that I bump into her, making her drop the stuff in her arms. “Oh, God, sorry.” I bend to pick up her stuff with her.  

“No, I’m sorry, I wasn’t...” she looks up at me and stops. Got her. “I... Umm...” 

I give her a devilish smile. “Hi, I’m Jack.” I offer my hand to help her up.  

“I... me... YNN... I mean...” She shakes her head. “Sorry. I’m YN.”  

“It’s nice to meet you. Sorry for bumping into you. I was looking for the chemistry building.”  

“Oh. Why?” 

“I’m doing some research of a thermal nuclear concept for an article I’m writing, and I need to speak to a Professor YLN.”  

“Oh,” she says again. “That’s me.”  

I give her my “shocked” face. “Wow, what a coincidence! I’m a researcher for Chemical and Engineering News and there is a rumor going around that you are close to finding the formula for cold fusion.” Her face slightly pales. “My boss wants to do a profile piece on the fundamentals of cold fusion, but I do not understand any of it.”  

“You’re not a scientist.”  

“Uh, no, an intern. Trying to make my name in publishing but gotta pay my dues.”  

She smiles. “I understand that. Well, I have a meeting right now.”  

“How about coffee? Later today?” I give her all the charm. She flushes a soft pink that makes her look more angelic and I feel my cock twitch. She’s beautiful.  

“Ok. My meeting is for about 90 minutes so how about,” she looks at her watch, “two hours at The Witching Bean?” 

“Perfect.” I take her hand and kiss her knuckles. “See you there, Professor.” She turns and walks away, face looking a little dazed. Did I lay it on thick? Absolutely. Did I want to complete the job? Of course, $5 million is $5 million.  

But did I want the beautiful professor as well? 

Fuck yes.  

I whistle as I walked, swinging her badge access around my finger. 

I’m looking at my phone at the dossier that I had put together. I took an hour to search her office and make notes, check her computer for the formula but came up with nothing. She’s organized, so looking didn’t take long.  I did take some time to come up with questions. I pulled that reporter shit out of my ass and I need to keep her off my original intention.  

The door of the cafe twinkles and I look up to see her coming in, looking around the room. I wave and when she spots me, her face breaks out in a brilliant smile. “Sorry I’m late,” she says as she sits.  

“You’re not late. I’m just incredibly early. How was your meeting?” 

She grimaces. “Long. It could have been an email.”  

“I hate when they do that. Can I get you something?” 

“Tea, please.” She flashed me a soft smile that is just as perfect as her blush. I get up to order and when she is looking away, I adjust myself. This girl has a spell on me. I shake it off; I need to focus on the task at hand. The formula. I bring back her drink and open my notebook. I go through some of the questions I was able to come up with and she answered animatedly.  She is passionate about her work. When she sees that I am quiet and staring at her, she flushes again.  “Sorry, I total just geeked out on you.”  

“I love it.” She looks at me surprised. “Your passion is something I can explain to the editor and writer.” I open a new page. “Are you close to solving the problem?” 

She looks around and then pulls out some note cards. She lays them out and I just see what looks like a jumble of letters and symbols. “This is the formula but it’s not in order yet. I have to figure that part out so that I can run the experiment of cold fusion.” Her eyes show her excitement. “This could be free energy to the world.”  

“Why the note cards?” 

She demonstrated moving the cards into place studies them and then moves them again. “There is a special way to make it work but I haven’t figured out the right combination.” She hears the door and pulls the notecards off the table. “But I don’t have the time to sit and review.”  

“You should make it happen.”  

She snorts. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. Short of me being kidnapped, I have so many obligations that it just keeps getting pushed.”  

I frowned. “That sucks.”  

“Yeah. But it is what it is, right?” 

“Absolutely.” 

The next couple of weeks consist of me having little “meetings” with her. I check her bag when she gets up but I’m not having any fucking luck finding the notecards. On the latest date, I decided I need to take things a step further. We are back in the coffee shop and she’s explaining some scientific principle that I don’t understand and I don’t want to. To help with the interest, I keep picturing her in just her panties, at the board, teaching and every time she calls on me, I get to do something sexy with her. When I hear her finish, I refocus.  

I look down. “I think I got everything I needed.” I close the notebook and then look up at her. I give her the eyes. The eyes that say, “I’m in awe of you.” She blushes a little and fuck do I want to see that expression while I am eating her pussy. Time for the performance of a lifetime, O’Malley. “But I would love to see you again.”  

Her eyes are wide with surprise. “Really?” 

I chuckled. “Yeah, I do. I love talking with you and you are beautiful. Let me take you to dinner.” 

She swallows and then smiles. “OK.”  

I beam at her, “great. Umm, here,” handing my phone. “Put your number in and I can let you know where. How about tomorrow night?” 

“That sounds great.” She enters the number and then send a text. “So I can have your number too,” she says shyly. She looks at her watch.  “Oh man, I have to go. I have a night lab to teach.”  

“I’ll call you.” We stand and hug. I slip a tracker into her bag.  

As I walk back to my car, I send a message from my regular phone.  

Jack: I need a favor.   Callum: What kind of favor?  Jack: I need to get kidnapped.  

The Italian restaurant I picked has soft lighting and good smells. It’s perfect. I walk in with my hand on YN’s back and pull her chair for her.  She’s wearing a black dress that hugs her curves and gives me wicked ideas. “You look stunning, Professor.”  

“Thanks, but you don’t have to call me Professor.”  

“Ok, then, sweetheart, you look beautiful.”  

She gives me that shy smile again. “You look good too.” She picks up the menu, and she slides her glasses on. Holy fuckballs, she is even cuter with the glasses. I need to stop thinking of all the ways I could bend her body as I fuck her and concentrate to the here and now.  

Our conversation flows and we laugh at stupid stuff. After I pay for dinner, call it a business expense, we take a stroll down the street.  I take her hand, and we walk through a park.  

“This is one of my favorite spaces,” she gushes. “I walk through here when I need to think about a problem or just to clear my mind.”  

“It is peaceful,” I agreed with her. “I could write here.”  

She beamed. “Exactly. That’s what...” she cut off as a black van pulled up right next to us. She grips my jacket. “Jack?” 

Three masked men jumped out of the van and grabbed for me. “YN! Run!” She turned to run but she wasn’t quick enough. “Jack!” She screamed. I struggled against the guys until I felt a pain on my skull and the world went black.  

Ow.  

Fuck, my head hurts. I struggled to open my eyes, the light hurting my eyes. I got a migraine. Fucking Cal. I raised my head slowly, groaning from the pain. That’s when I heard a muffled noise. I cleared my vision enough to see YN seated across from me, tied to a chair, mouth gagged. “YN,” I said.  

The tears kept streaming down her face as she tried to reply. I tested my arms, and they are tied behind me. “Ok, sweetheart, you need to try and calm yourself. I’m going to figure out how to get us out of here. Nod if you understand.” She nods and I work on the knot around my hands. It has a quick release knot but I fake it taking me a long time.  

“And what do you think you are doing?” I look up to see a tall, broad Samoan looking dude glaring at me. He reaches down like he’s untying my hands and then lifts me to my feet. “Now, you must be the scientist’s boyfriend.  My boss needs answers so you and I are going to have a chat.” He yanked me from the room while YN’s muffled screams rang in my ear and the door slams. 

“Oh, fuck you Callum,” I told my partner as I rubbed my wrists.  “Did you have to knock me out?” 

“Wasn’t me but I found your kidnapping quite peaceful with your trap shut.” He gives me a big smile.  

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what’s the plan?” 

“We’re gonna fake you being beaten up. Gather sympathy from the girl. Then I’ll come in and threaten your life if she doesn’t give up the formula.”  

“And if she doesn’t?” He cocked back the gun and fired, causing me to duck and cover for a second. “What the hell?!” 

“Rubber bullets dipshit. They will have a blood bag at the end so get your acting skills in place,” he smirked at me. “Now, let me punch you a few times so this shit is believable.”  

“I really don’t think...” I’m cut off as Cal lands one in my gut, doubling me over, gasping for air.  He punches me in the face and then sweeping my feet, so I hit the ground hard. “Fuck... you...” I wheezed.  

“This was your plan, Jack. I’m just executing it.”  

Cal’s goons drag me back into the room with YN. Her head is tilted down, eyes closed. Cal strides in and moves towards YN. He crouches in front of her and moves a piece of hair out of her face. “Wake up, Professor.” Her eyes fluttered open and when she focuses on Cal, she tries to jump back.  “Whoa, hey, take it easy. We brought your boyfriend back.”  

She looks at me. Cal removed the gag and she cries out, “Jack!”  

“YN! It’s ok, everything will be ok.” I groan in pain as one of the goons slaps me across the face.  

“Very touching.” Cal sneers. “Professor, you have something I want.” She shakes her head. “Yes, you do. My client is very interested in your equation. So, this is what we are going to do: either you give me the formula, or I put a bullet into your boyfriend’s head.” Cal points his gun to my temple. 

No matter if its random or planned, having a gun pointed at your head will make you sweat. “YN, sweetheart, don’t give him anything. It’s ok, I promise.”  

“Jack, no, I...” 

“Don’t.”  

“Ok,” Cal says as he loads a bullet into the chamber. “1, 2...” 

“I’ll do it!” YN screams. “I’ll give it to you but there is a problem.”  

“What problem?” 

“It’s not complete. I haven’t completed it.” YN breathes hard. I can see her pulse jumping from the vein in her neck. “I need to finish it.”  

“How long?” Cal asked.  

“A couple of hours.”  

“Fine.” Cal lowers his weapon, and I let out the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.  “Two hours. But your boyfriend comes with me.”  

“No! I need him here,” she cries. “If you take him, the deal is off. And I’ll burn everything.”  

Cal looks at me. I give the subtlest of nods. “Fine.” He cuts her loose then me, “get started Professor.”  

As soon as the goons and Cal leave the room with a slam of the door, YN jumps up and runs into my arms. Knocking us to the floor. I groaned in pain but wrapped my arms around her. “You’re so stupid, YN. I’m not worth it.”  

She pulled back and cupped my face. She inspected the bruise on my jaw before looking me in the eye. “Yes, you are,” she whispers before she kisses me.   

My body exploded in heat just from the touch of her lips. I deepened the kiss, tasting her. She was sweet, like honey and strawberries. She’s addicting. I pull her to have her straddle me, and I can feel how hot she is; my cock reacting to the warmth of her center. I pull her back. “Baby, fuck, I want to keep going but he’s going to be back and expecting a formula.”  

She’s breathing hard but smiles. “I have the answer. I just need to put the cards in order.” She kisses me again and this time, I lose myself in her kiss.  

I want to keep her.  

I stand up with her in my arms, wrapping her legs around me. Cal set up this room with a computer, chairs and a bed. I lay her down and hold myself over her. Her eyes are wide, nervous. “YN, are you sure? Because we barely know each other and...” 

“We might die today,” she finishes. “I don’t want to die with regret. Please Jack, fuck me to forget.”  

I didn’t expect this part. I figured she would cling to me, maybe kiss me. But not this.  

I snort in my head. Ok, I might have been aiming for this. 

I grind down into her and she gasped. I use that to kiss her again.  I haven’t dry humped since I was in high school. I move over to neck, nipping and sucking on that spot behind her ear. I know I have gotten it right when a low moan escapes her. I run one hand into her hair and use it to tilt her head more. I kiss down her neck to the top of her dress.  

“Jack,” she whines. Fuck do I love the sound of her voice. “Jack, please.”  

Fuck it.  I yank down the top of her dress, popping off the straps. I push the cup of her bra underneath her tits to push them up. Her breath is heaving, and I just need my fill. I take one of her hard nipples in my mouth and suck. She cries out as I bite the sensitive flesh. Her moans are in my ear, her body withering underneath me. I switch to the other nipple and work my hand under her dress. Her panties are damp with arousal. I smile around the bud before lifting the skirt to her waist. “Can I taste you, sweetheart?” 

She nods but that just won’t do. “Use your words like a good girl, YNN.”  

Her eyes brightened at the praise. I file that away and watch her again. She swallows. “Yes.”  

I smile. “Good girl.” I kiss her swiftly before making my way down to her pussy. I saw the wet patch on the cotton and pressed my nose to it. “God, you smell divine, sweetheart.” I licked the cotton, her arousal coating my tongue. “Hmm... you taste even better.” Without ceremony, I ripped off the panties and shoved them in my pocket. She squeaked and I laughed. I flatten my tongue and lick her from hole to clit. She squeals at the sensation.  

I suck and lick until I can feel her body start to shake and quiver.  Her cries start to get louder, and I reach up to cover her mouth. “Shh... baby you are going to get us caught.”  

“I don’t care.” She pulls my mouth to hers and licks at her taste still on my lips. God, it’s so fucking hot. I pull my mouth away and unbuckle my pants. She helps push my jeans and boxers over my hips. I grabbed for my wallet and pulled the condom. She took it from me and put it on. Slowly. Torturally slow.  

“Can’t wait anymore,” I pant as I spread her legs and rubbed my cock head onto her slit, making sure I hit her clit.  

“Jack, please, ahh!” She screamed as I bottomed out into her, her pussy gripping tight around me.  

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. I gave her a moment before I started to move in her. Her nails dig into my back as I moved faster and faster. Her noises got louder and louder until I felt her pulse around me, eyes rolling back. “Give it to me. Give me your pleasure. Soak my cock with your delicious cream, baby.”  

“Jack!” She detonated around me, and it sends me over the edge, filling the condom. I collapse on her, shifting enough not to crush her, breathing hard. I kiss her forehead, damp with sweat.  

“Can I keep you?” I whisper. She smiles against my shoulder, and I know that I now have the money and the girl.  

After we clean up, she gets to work and solves her equation. “I got it,” she whispered. “What will the world think that I gave this away?” 

“That you had to protect yourself.” I brush some hair off of her face. “Once they know about the kidnapping, they will understand. Plus, you can still give it to world once we get out of here.”  

The door slams open and Cal walks back in. I stand and pull her behind me. “Do you have it?” 

I hand it over to him. He takes it and smiles. “We’ll test it first.” He walks out and I can feel her crying behind me.  

“It’s ok, sweetheart. We’re gonna be just fine.”  

Unknown POV 

I watch the news spreading about the formula. Free energy for all. I need a message.  

Unknown: Thank you. Transfer sent.   Oracle: A pleasure doing business  Unknown: This can never be confirmed.   Oracle: Of course.  

I smile as I look at the board. Picture after picture of the target, walking around, in the apartment. This is over, I tell myself. I take down everything and burn it. I can get new pictures. I always get what I want because I’m a genius.  

“Babe, I’m back!” 

So what if I had to spend my own money to make it happen.  I smile at the last picture. He’ll never know.  

I shut the door to my private office and lock it. Jack rounds the corner and smiles. “There you are. Whatcha doing?” He pops his lollipop into his mouth.  

“Nothing much, just cleaning up my notes. I will have to give lots of presentations in the future.”  

“Oh, Professor YLN is coming out.” He pins me to the wall. “I can’t wait to see you in a suit, sweetheart. I bet its sexy.”  

“You’ll have to tell me.”  

He walks me backwards towards my bedroom and I drop the last picture. Of the day we official met.  

I take what I want.  

And what I wanted was Jack O’Malley.  

Who cares that I used his services to get him to me.  

Worked like a charm.

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Holidays are revered for the Evans clan.  They are always together for every holiday.  Adding spouses and in-laws, boyfriends and girlfriends, strays who needed a place.  Everyone was always welcomed into the Evans home.  It was what you were looking for when you were dating Chris.  Ten years later, the tradition continued.  The little families would do Christmas Eve on their own, but Christmas night belonged to the Evans.  Lisa would cook up a storm, Scott would mix the drinks, Chris would play with Shanna and Carly singing along, his dad, Robert, helping the grandkids decorating.  

It’s the perfect holiday.  At least until a few years ago.  

Chris was at his piano, playing Silver Bells, trying not to be upset on Christmas Eve.  He played it slowly, knowing it was your favorite. Not that you could hear it or anything.  But he still played it. Because it was tradition.  His mind drifted to the call a few hours ago.  

“Chris I’m so sorry.  But I’m stuck in New York.”  

“Baby, its Christmas.  You promised.”  

“I know but I need to finish this so I can take the rest of the week with you.”  

Chris was frustrated.  Even though he could support your family, you insisted on keeping your job as an assistant for a financial firm.  You wanted to be independent, trying to save the money to do what you had dreamed and open a bakery.  And normally Chris was supportive of that. Except when this “temporary job” took you away from your family.  

“YN, this trip was supposed to be done two days ago. This job shouldn’t be this important.  It’s a job, not your life.  This is the fourth Christmas in five years that it’s been like this.”  

“I know.  I’m sorry Chris. Please don’t be angry.  I love…” and the phone cuts out.  

“YN?  Hello?” Chris hangs up and throws his phone on the bed.  “Fuck!” 

He continues to play as Ben, his four-year-old, plays with the train he opened as his one gift.  Lily, his twin sister, climbs up onto the bench with the dolly she had opened. “Daddy?” 

“Yes, princess?”  

“Why are you sad?” 

“I’m not sad princess.”  

“Yes, you are. You’re playing sad.” Her little lip juts out a bit.  “You said lying is bad.”  

Chris sighs.  Lily takes after her mother, reading him like a book.  Ben is more like him, keeps quiet when stressed.  “Ok, Lily-bear.  You’re right.  I am sad.”  

“Why?” 

“Because I’m missing mommy.  Her work trip is lasting longer than she thought.”  

“Oh.  But she promised to be here for Christmas.”  

“I know princess.  She tried. But things happened.” Chris tried to pull his emotions in, not wanting to ruin the holiday for his children.   “You wanna sing some Christmas songs before bed?” 

Ben jumped up at the question.  “Can we sing Rudolph?”  

Course buddy.  Hop up.  Ben took a seat on his other side of the bench, Dodger sitting at Lily’s feet  and Chris started to play.  

Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very shiny nose…. 

Several songs later, the kids lean up against him, exhausted from singing.  And Chris plays softly,  

Have yourself a merry little Christmas 

Let your hearts be light 

From now on  

Your troubles will be out of sight… 

He carried the twins to their room, grateful that he still can, enjoying it before they are too big to do this.  He tucked them in and Ben wakes.  

“Dad?” 

“Yeah buddy?” 

“Is Santa not real?” 

Chris hearts stops.  Why this question on Christmas?  He wanted the magic to stay for just a bit longer.  “Why do you ask?” 

“Because I asked Santa to bring mommy home for Christmas and she’s not here. So Santa can’t be real.”  

He can’t fault his logic.  To his four-year-old, it makes sense.  You ask for a wish because they tell you Santa will make all of your wishes come true. Chris takes a steadying breath before answering. “Of course, he’s real, Ben. Santa asked Mommy’s boss, but they really needed her. Besides, it’s not Christmas until tomorrow and he can’t make your wishes come true if you’re still awake.”  

“Ok, I guess you’re right.  Love you dad.”  

“Love you too buddy.” He kisses his son’s head and then his daughter’s, makes sure their night light is on and closes the door.  He stands outside for a moment.  He shouldn’t have lied.  It would make the heartbreak in the morning that much worse. Their mother won’t be there in the morning, and it will break them.  

Chris heads downstairs and turns off the lights, closing up the house.  He pulls the Santa presents from the closet and places them around the tree. You had wrapped them all before leaving, not wanting to leave it to chance.  He tries to call you again, but the phone goes straight to voicemail. He wished he hadn’t yelled.  You were already heartbroken at having to make the call in the first place but him adding on, reminding you of how you had failed as a mother on Christmas could not have made things better but so much worse.  

Chris grabs a beer and sits outside in the backyard, letting Dodger out before he heads to bed.  Christmas was always a big deal to him.   

He thinks back on all the memories.  

Its was under the Christmas tree, sitting with his family in matching pajamas.  He held you tight as you watched everyone open gifts.  It was a whisper.  

“Marry me?” 

You weren’t even sure you heard him until you turned around and he had that ring in his hand. 

“Hey guys we have a questions to ask,” Chris said out loud.  

It was at the dinner table for Christmas. Your parents had made the trip from California to spend a white Christmas with you and your new husband.   

When everyone stopped to look at you and Chris, he couldn’t contain himself on being cheesy. “YN and I wanted to know if Ma would like a bigger table for next year’s dinner?” 

“Why would I need a bigger…” Lisa stops as it hits her.  Your mom covers her mouth in realization.  Everyone else is a little confused.  

You giggle.  “For at least two more people.”  

Scott has a piece of bread fall out of his mouth.  “You’re pregnant?” 

But its Miles who says, “you have two babies?” 

Chris lovingly places his hand on your belly.  “Baby Evans One and Baby Evans Two Coming in May.”  

You watched as your twins kicked on their tummies with Dodger guarding them as they played with their Christmas toys under the tree.  When went to pick them up, Dodge would follow, never letting them out of his sight, Christmas treats be dammed.  

He had proposed at Christmas, announced your pregnancy to the family then.  You were there for the twin’s first Christmas, but you barely made it for Christmas Eve the following years.  This was the first time in 10 years you would miss it completely.  

The sky was unusually clear tonight, as if Santa made it so he could see his way around.  Chris texted his mom and let her know the update.  He took a large swallow of his beer and then leaned his head back. He looked at the stars, so bright in the sky.  And he sees it.  A swoosh in the sky, a falling star. He closed his eyes.  

I wish she was here with me.  

He opens them and sees nothing different.  He sighs.  “C’mon Dodge, time for bed.”  Dodger follows him in as he leaves the porch light on, an old habit they have whenever one of them is away.  He goes up stairs, calls Dodger to the bed and falls asleep, clutching your pillow, still wishing you were there.  

Morning comes, the light filtering from a break in the curtains.  Chris slowly opens his eyes; Dodger having already vacated his spot.  And then it hits him, the smell of cinnamon in the air.  He looks at his phone but there are no new messages from you.  He wants to cry but has to be strong for his twins.  He throws on the robe and slippers.  He thinks, Ma must be here to help me with Christmas morning.  He yawns and head to the in-suite.  

After splashing some water on his face and brushing his teeth, he checks on the twins.  They are still fast asleep, the obvious scents in the air not disturbing them.  He makes his way downstairs to help his Ma. He turns the corner.  

“Morning, Ma… YN?” 

You turn in the Christmas apron you kept in the cupboard as you pull the cinnamon rolls you had been making.  You smile a teary smile.  “Hi baby.”  

Chris rushes over and sweeps you into a hug, spinning you around.  When he stops, he kisses you long and deep, needing to taste you again.  He finally pulls away.  “How? What?” 

You giggle as you silence him with another kiss.  “I’ve missed you so much.”  

“Babe, what are you doing here?  You said…” 

“I know.  And you’re right.  That job is not more important at than you or the twins.  So I quit.”  

“You quit?”  

“Yep.  I’ll figure out the bakery another way.” You shrug as if its no big deal.  “My heart is here with you. And Christmas always means that I’m with you.  I love you so much.” 

“I love you too sweetheart.”  He pulls you in for another kiss.  “It’s a fucking Christmas miracle,” he whispers against your lips.  

“Miracle?” You questioned? 

“Ben asked if Santa was real because you hadn’t made it home.  And there was a shooting star and I wished you could be home.” You could see the tears forming in his eyes.   

“Oh, Chris.” You pull him and hold him as close as you can.  “I’m so sorry.  I promise, never again ok?”  

“Ok.  You wanna wake the kids up?” 

“Not yet.  I’m still enjoying my Christmas wish.”  You hug him tighter. And you stay together for a bit, until you turn to wipe your eyes and pour the frosting onto the rolls.  

“I didn’t’ think we’d get this, this year.”  

“Me either.  But after the call dropped, I just couldn’t imagine missing Christmas.  So I went to Dave and quit, got in the car and started to drive.  I got here around 2 AM but I didn’t want to wake you.”  

“Sweetheart, that was dangerous.”  

“I know but I had to.  I had to see Lily and Ben and you.” 

That’s amazing.  I guess I need to give you this now.” He opens a drawer and he hands you a big manila envelope. 

“What is this?” You open it and see the deed to a building. 

“I talked to Ma and your folks.  We took out the lease for your bakery.  The money you saved can go to the equipment and stuff.” You look at him with your mouth open. “We want you home, baby.  And I know you wanted to do it on your own, but we’re family. You’ll never have to do anything on your own.” 

You start to cry and hug him again. “My own bakery. We finally have our own bakery. Thank you, Chris.” You kiss him again as you hear little footsteps on the ceiling above.  “Guess it’s time for another Christmas miracle.”  

“Oh yeah, they will be believing in Santa for the rest of their lives.”  

“Hope so.  C’mon love.”  

“Wait,” he grabs and stops you.  “One more for just us.”  And he kisses you slow. “Merry Christmas my love.” 

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Bucky 

I never thought I would be here.  

I never thought I would lose her. 

Madeline was everything I never knew I wanted. I didn’t know that I wanted to be a husband and hopefully a father. But when I met her, I saw a future that could be amazing and I didn’t hate it.  

Then my dick got in the way.  

I won’t apologize for liking sex. My mistake was having sex with someone who was not my wife. If I had known that Maddie would have experimented with me, I wouldn't have been here.  

Now, I am watching my wife fall in love with someone else.  

That thought boiled my blood. I knew Andy had spotted Maddie first, but I made the first move. Not my fault that he was too slow. But fate is a cruel joke. Somehow, Maddie ended up in his bar. I don’t even think she realizes it is the same bar that we met at. The name had changed after I left, and Maddie loved other places that had our memories.  

I just want her back.  

I’m sitting here, listening to my friends bitch and moan about whatever. These were the friends that were left after I left the club. They were outcasts, for one reason or another, and they had always had my back.  

Robert had been an enforcer for the club, a man of few words but still made a huge impact. He took care of “problems” the club had, and he was good at it. Except that he had a few methods that made me squeamish. Apparently, the club didn’t like his methods either, especially after he threatened to kill Atlas. So, he was discarded and stripped of his membership.  

Lloyd, well Lloyd is a funny one. He helped Tekkie a lot with surveillance and intelligence. Man was originally trained to be a CIA operative, but his temperament didn’t allow him to get more than six months of training. When he left Langley, he took odd contractor jobs until he met Atlas. He did one job for the club and stayed. It was great, until it wasn’t. Until Lloyd went off script and killed an innocent man.  

I’ve never seen Atlas that pissed.  

How did I let myself get here? I take another swallow of beer and sigh. I need to get an update on Maddie. I walk to the back yard and pulled out my phone. 

Bucky: how is she? 

Sid: she’s been coming in with a guard. Barber or Rogers has been hanging at the coffee shop on the corner keeping watch.  

Bucky: Anything else? 

Sid: dunno, something about her is off. Like she’s protecting something.  

Bucky: She carrying anything? 

Sid: just her bag.  

I frown at this news. What is Maddie hiding? I can feel it in my soul that she is hiding something.  

Lucas: Boss, Maddie is heading back to the bar. She threw up before she got into her car.  

Bucky: I didn’t need to know that 

Lucas: probably but she is looking a little puffy but pale 

Bucky: puffy how? 

Lucas: like she’s gained a little weight 

I put my phone down and the wheels are turning. A guard, throwing up, pale, weight gain. My mind flashes back to before, just a few days before life went to hell. 

“When are we going to start a family, baby?” I asked her 

“Whenever you want,” she replied shyly. 

Fuck.  

I walked back to where Lloyd and Robert were, playing hold em with a couple other soldiers. “We need a real plan now,” I tell them.  

“For what?” Lloyd asks without looking up from his cards.  

“To get my wife back.”  

Another soldier, Charles or Chuck as I like to call him, looks at me. “Sir, you were told by council...” 

I held up my hand. “I don’t need your preppy 1950’s attitude right now, Chuck. I need a viable plan on how to get Maddie back with me and for good.”  

Robert studies me. “You figured out why she’s being odd, didn’t you?” 

I smile but I can feel it's not really a happy one. “I think she’s pregnant. I think it might be mine. And I think she thinks that too. She’s getting sick, and Lucas says it looks like she’s gained some weight. Barber must know. There is no other reason for him to stand guard like he is.” I show them my messages with Lucas and Sid.  “I’m not allowing that son of a bitch Barber raise my baby.”  

Robert sighs. “The baby could be his.”  

“Even if it is his, I’m supposed to start the family with Maddie, not that asshole.”  

“If they are guarding her the way they describe,” Lloyd starts, “it's going to be 10 times harder to get her.” He sucks on his damn lollipop and then smiles. “I like a challenge.”  

Robert gives a rare smile, sadistic in nature. “Let’s get to work.”  

Andy 

The last couple of months have been the happiest I have ever been. Maddie is my dream girl. She’s sweet and honest and feisty as hell. Even with her pregnancy, she doesn’t have a problem putting anyone in their place. The guys love her and the girls folded her into the group.  

The only dark clouds hanging over us are Bucky and her father. Not who she considers to be her father but her biological one.  

After the pregnancy bombshell, Dad wanted to tell her, but her mother thought it would be best to wait. She was already emotional from the ‘who’s the daddy’ issue and adding  that her father is actually in a motorcycle gangcould make it worse. It’s kinda weird that my dad is actually her dad but if you didn’t squint, no one really picks up on that.  

“Mr. And Mrs. Barber?” A voice at the door made me look up at the door. A technician came in with a smile. “I’m Amanda and I’ll be doing the ultrasound. I’ll forward the results to the doctor, and they can let you know the results.”  

“Ok,” Maddie’s voice shook a little. I looked at her tiny hand in mine and kissed her palm. I smiled and she relaxed.  

“Ok, just push your shirt under your breast and lower your pants.” Maddie moved the clothing and then jumped at the cold gel. “Sorry, the warmer isn’t working.” Amanda put the wand onto Maddie’s stomach and moved around.  

“Think baby will let us see if they are a boy or girl?” I bound on my heels, excited for this appointment.  

“Depends.” Maddie smiles up at me from her exam seat, shirt around her ample breast. The technician moving the ultrasound wand over her beautifully expanding belly.  

“On what?” 

“If I bribe them.” She gives me a cheeky wink.  

“Brat,” I mumble under my breath. She giggles and my heart just glows. 

Suddenly the monitor shifted from the gray tone to a dark sack and our baby’s head came into focus. “There they are,” Amanda said with a smile. “Hey baby, say hi to mommy and daddy.”  

Daddy. The title was something I didn’t think I needed. Something that I thought I would never have. But I look over to the woman who is giving me this title, and my eyes begin to feel hot in the back of them. I kiss Maddie’s forehead and she smiles at me. The smile that I will pray to whatever deity that will allow me to keep it.  

Amanda starts clicking around and making notes. I look over at her with concern. She smiles. “Just measurements. Making sure baby is growing the way they should.”  

“Can you tell the sex?” Maddie asks.  

“Not yet. You’re only 18 weeks and sometimes Baby will give an obvious sign but we would get a clearer picture at 20 weeks. Have you felt them move?” 

“No, not really.” Maddie frowns. “Should I?” 

“Not necessarily. Some moms say they feel flutters, others say bubbles. But for a first-time mom, most don’t feel anything until about 22 weeks. Dad would be able to feel them around the same time.”  

The rest of the appointment is easy until the doctor looks over Maddie’s numbers. Dr. Robinavitch is a professional with kind eyes. But he has a no-nonsense voice right now. “I’m concerned, Maddie. These blood pressure numbers are on the rise.”  

“Could it hurt the baby?” I ask. I take Maddie’s hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.  

“Not at this stage but if they continue, it could lead to complications. Preeclampsia, and hypertension are all things we want to try and avoid. I would recommend lowering your hours at work, resting more, less stress.”  

“Ok.” Maddie’s voice is shaky. “Anything else?” 

“If this trend continues, I am going to order bed rest. Get a blood pressure monitor. If you feel your heart rate increase or have a harder time breathing, measure. I’ll have Amanda give you a pamphlet on what numbers to look for. If they are higher than where they should be, come to the emergency room.”  

“You got it, Doc,” I said. “I’ll take care of her.”  

She gives us a soft smile. “Good. Other than that, I would like to see you every two weeks now to monitor your progress.”  

I shake the doctor's hand and turn to look at my girl. “I am your servant, Madam,” I say while taking a deep bow.  

“Shut up Andrew.” But there is no heat in her words. She smiles but I can see the worry in her eyes.  

“Hey, everything is going to be ok.” I kiss her hands. “I’ll talk to your brother about the mediation and see how much we can have him work without you there. You don’t need that.”  

She chewed her lips. “I don’t want to lose my baby,” Maddie’s voice small.  

My heart broke. I didn’t want this for her, for us. This baby is a miracle I never thought I have. After Laurie and Jacob, I assumed I would be in this life alone. I would have to choose from one of my men’s children to take over or lead us out of the darkness of the club. But now, now I have the chance to lead the club and know that however we move forward, my family would be by my side. This wouldn’t be the only one we have. But first, we needed to make it through this darkness and bring my girl and my child to the light. I took a deep breath and steady my resolve.  

“And you won’t Angel. I promise.”  

The drive home was quiet. My Angel is lost in her head, staring out the window. I don’t blame her. If I didn’t need to drive, I would be in the same place.  I can’t let anything happen to her or the baby. Our baby.  

It never mattered to me that they could belong to another man. The moment Maddie told me she was pregnant, I was on cloud nine. Even if Barnes is the father, I won’t let him take them away from me. This is our future.  

After we got home, the girls decided to take a trip to the store for some new clothes. Maddie had been complaining about nothing fitting anymore. She didn’t like my suggestion of just staying naked, in our bed, all day. She did blush so maybe she considered it for a moment, but she still wanted to be in public. That’s a bummer, but I did want her to show off that cute little bump that was starting to make its presence known.  

I had work to do so I sat with Steve in my office for a couple of hours. As we were finalizing a shipment, Jensen comes running in. “Prez, we gotta go.”  

I looked at him and I could see the panic all over his face. “Tek, what’s wrong?” 

“Andie called. An ambulance is on the way to the hospital with Maddie and Ang.”  

Steve and I jump up. “What?” I roared. “What happened?” 

“Maddie collapsed in the dressing room. When she didn’t come out, Ang and Belle went to check on her and then called 9-1-1. Andie said she saw a man leave out the back door before she went to help with Maddie. Said he looked familiar but wasn’t sure who it was.”  

“Fuck!” I ran my hands through my hair. “Ok, Tek, tell Curtis and Ari. Steve, get Doc and drive to the hospital.” I ran out of the door and climbed onto my bike.  

Please God, let them be ok.  

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Steve 

"I’m going to fucking kill those mother-fucking assholes!" 

I watch as our president stalks into the clubhouse, rage radiating from him. I can only imagine what he is going through. I was terrified when Ang was pregnant with our babies. The thought of something happening to them, something out of my control, would make me feral as well. I shudder at thought. I can't think or voice something like that. I would make Andy even angier than he is now.  And an angry Andy is a dangerous one.  

"Son," Atlas approaches, "what happened. How is my baby girl? Is it the bambino? Is there a problem?" 

Andy paces around. "No, they are fine, thank-fuck. Lloyd Hansen, that deranged asshole, went into the dressing room with my Angel and threatened her. I’m going to kill him." He stalks to the gun cage.  

I grab him before he takes two steps and hold him back. "Easy, Ghost. We can’t just storm in."  

"The fuck I can’t!" He fights my hold until Ari and Curtis stand in front of him. "Move, that’s an order," he growls out.  

Atlas grabs Andy by the shoulders. "Prez, we get it, but you have to think about Maddie and the baby. Who is with her now?"  

"Couple of prospects, Doc," he says, chest heaving. "I wanted to get some stuff for her and me so I can sleep there."   

"I’m going to head over then," Atlas says grabbing his jacket. "I can call her mother if you want."  

"Yeah Pop, I haven’t had the chance yet." I feel him relax and let go of my hold as Atlas embraces Andy.  "I've got her, son, Atlas says quietly. Andy nods and Atlas pats his shoulder before waving at us and he's out the door.  

I turn and look at Andy. "What are your orders Prez?" I asked him. The rest of the officers stand and wait for Andy to speak.  

Andy 

I look at my brothers, men who are ready to lay down their lives for me and my family. I put my hands on my hips and bow my head, trying to think. "We have to be smart about this," I say out loud. "We have to bring Maddie home and she cannot be stressed."  

"I can watch over her when you are gone, Ghost," Curtis offers. "She can hang out with me in the kitchen in a chair."  

I look at Steve. Besides Doc, he would know if it would be safe for her. He nods. "Ok, we can do that. I’m going to purchase a new chair for her so she can be comfortable. Fuck," I rub my face. "I don’t know what else to do."  

"We’ll take care of her, Prez," Steve says, hand on my shoulder. "The girls won’t have a problem helping out."  

"We can also move your room to the one downstairs in the back," Jake offers. "You know, Atlas’s old room. We can get it cleaned up for you and Queenie. Then we don't have to worry about stairs."  

"I’ve already looked into security," Ari starts. "We’re adding cameras to the back door and garage and Tek and I have upgraded the system. I would like to give Maddie a panic button. Something she can wear around her neck, in case she falls or an intruder.  I can sync it to all of our phones."  

"Yeah," I breathed. My men had really thought through everything. All the things I didn't. "Thank you. Let’s do all of that. I need to get some stuff for her and me while I stay in the hospital for her. Whatever the cost, it’s approved," I tell Steve. He nods, understanding that I am leaving him in charge of the club.  

I walked out and went up to our room. Sitting on our bed, I looked around. She’s only been here for a few months, but the space has changed.  It wasn’t just a bed where I could fuck around. No, it was more than that. The picture of us on the nightstand. Her sweater hangs off the back of the door. I get up to touch the softness. Her perfume is in the air. My Angel made this space our little home.  

My chest started to hurt and I stumbled back to the bed. My knees hit the side, but I didn’t sit. I just slide down to the floor. The pain in my chest overwhelmed me and I started to sob. I had everything on my mind. My woman, my baby, the secret about Maddie’s parents, Bucky and whatever the fuck he thinks he is going to get away with. Tear after tear rolls down my cheeks.  I haven’t cried in a long time. I’m the head of this motorcycle club. The head of this family.  I’m supposed to be strong. 

I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life.  

Lloyd 

I whistled as I walked into my house, punching the code to turn off the alarm. Today was a good day. I sat in my chair and looked at the bank of monitors. I smirked at the one that was pointed right at the beautiful woman in bed. Paying off the nurse to plant a camera was genius. Of course, it was. It was my idea.  

She slept so peacefully in the hospital bed, her bump more pronounced than before. I understand the pull that Ghost and Phantom felt with this girl.  This little Angel is in the middle of hell and she has no idea that she is in so deep.  A sigh slipped past her lips, and she turned to her side, her long hair disheveled around her, covering her face a little. But now, I could see her ass and tits better. I groaned at the sight.  

The kiss had been too quick, but it was delicious.  I wanted to keep her taste in my mouth forever. I can feel myself hardening in my pants. That is a problem. Wish that she could take care of it for me.  I see a slight smile cross her face and I can’t stop. I unbutton my slacks and drop the fly down, allowing my hard cock to jump out.  The first stroke makes me bite back a moan. I’m rock hard, painfully so.  

I let my mind drift to the little Angel. Her soft curves, beautiful eyes, and lush hair. Goddamn, I wanted her. I could feel the heat building in my spine. I was close., oh, so close. I remembered her little moan and I stroked once more. My cum covered my hand and dripped onto the floor. I sucked in air to try and calm my heart. Fuck, I need to have her. I need to breed her. I want to raise her baby as my own.  

Make her completely mine.  

Atlas 

As I walk down the corridor of the hospital, I think back on my time with Lia. She had bad flu once and was hospitalized. I remember being terrified, sitting in the chair next to her, watching her breathe as she slept. My heart started to race, thinking of my daughter, lying in the hospital, scared and worried about her baby.  

Her baby.  

I felt the smile grow. My little girl was going to be a mom. She and Andy were already growing their family. The love that they had was fast but so was mine and Lia's. What I saw told me that it was real, true love.  

I thought about the times when I'll hold my grand baby, when I get to take them to play. Work on a bike. I was going to be a grandfather and I couldn't wait. 

I was going to be a grandfather. Technically twice.  

Well, that’s gross  

I shook the thought away as I approached Maddie’s room. A nurse walked out and closed the door. "Is Maddie ok?" 

She smiles. "Are you family?" 

"I'm her father."  

The nurse nods. "She’s asleep, I just checked her vitals."  

"But, she’s ok?" 

"Yes, she’s doing ok.  Baby is doing great. Growing exactly like we want them to. You can go in and sit with her. She’s been drifting in and out. I know she’s been anxious."  

"Thanks," I looked at her name tag, "Lydia."  

"No problem." With a smile, she walked away. I nodded at the prospects sitting by the door.  

"Has Doc been by?" 

The blonde one, Johnny, if I remember correctly, nods his head. "He was here when Prez was here but hasn’t been back. Said he would be here closer to seven."  

I looked at my watch. He was due in half an hour. "Alright, let him know I'm here."  

"Yes, sir."  

Right as I was going to walk into the room, I felt my phone buzz. I looked and saw that Lia was calling me.  I had left her a message to call me. "Hi Lia."  

"Atlas. What’s wrong?"  

"Nothing, we just had a situation here." I didn’t know how to tell her this. "Everything is ok, but..." 

She cut me off. "Everything is not ok if there is a but, Atlas Montgomery." She had me there. "Tell me what is going on."  

I clear my throat. "I need you to come down to King Family Medical Center."  

"What? Why?" 

"Maddie was admitted with high blood pressure. She passed out and they are keeping her overnight for observation."  

Lia’s voice make as choked sound as she asked, "The baby?" 

"The baby is ok. At least, that’s what the nurse said. I’m waiting for Doc to come by with an update. Andy should be back by then with Maddie’s things to stay the night. He’s really upset about this."  

"Ok, I’ll be there in about an hour." She pauses. "I’ll let David and Daniel know."  

It’s silent for a moment. "Have you told him about me yet?" 

She sighs. "Yes. He’s not upset because it happened so long ago. I explained what I did and the misunderstanding that we had. But he doesn’t want us to tell her yet."  

"The fuck? What gives him the right to make decisions about my daughter?"  

"He is her father as well. He’s the only father that she has ever known."  

I snort, "Yeah, thanks for that." 

A sob comes through the phone. "Don’t be cruel, Atlas. I said I was sorry."  

"Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I lost the opportunity to be a father to my daughter for 27 years. Sorry doesn’t change that another man raised her. It doesn't stop the fact that I want to be a part of her life. She is my daughter, Cecilia."  

"I know that." Lia’s voice is small. "Maybe if you and David met, you can see that he’s a good man and he loves Maddie so much."  

"I’m happy she had a dad. But I want her to know that she was wanted by me too. That I wanted to be her father and marry her mother a lifetime ago."  

"I know you do. But I have to think about my family."  

"And I am thinking of mine. She is mine. We have to tell Maddie."  

"Tell me what?"   

I spin and look at Maddie in the doorway, hand on her belly, eyes wide with fear. I hang up on Lia. "Maddie, sweetheart, shouldn’t you be in bed? My grandbaby needs their momma to be strong." I take her hand a guide her back to bed.  

"No," Maddie stands her ground. "what did you need to tell me?" 

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One hour prior... 

Maddie 

This is what I need.  Just some girl time. I love Andy, don’t get me wrong but sometimes there is just too much testosterone in the house. I turn to look at myself. The pretty white dress with blue flowers swishes as I turn. It makes me smile. I walk out and turn around for the girls. “What do you think?” 

“Aww Maddie, its beautiful,” Jenn coos.  

“Rocking that tiny baby bump,” Ang sings.  

That’s the one thing I am eternally grateful for: my new friends. It’s the one thing that I was missing. James always kept me to himself. Sure, I had co-workers I could talk to but outside of the office I had no one. At first, i thought that we were just in that honeymoon bubble. Love birds nesting and all that. Now I can see that it was control.  He wanted to control me; make sure I didn’t find an outlet that would let me see all of his evil intentions.  

I fully believe my soon to be ex-husband is evil.  

What kind of man has to find another woman to satisfy his needs just because his wife was inexperienced? I was willing to learn. I was willing to do anything for him. I would have given the world if I could.  

But then I wouldn’t have Andy.  

I take a deep breath and lean on the frame of the changing room. “Maddie, are you ok?” Andie asks with a frown. 

“Yeah, just need a moment.” I sigh as the clerk from the store brings a chair. “The doctor said my blood pressure is pretty high, and I need to keep calm.” I rub my bump. Andy loves to kiss my bump whenever he can. Says his baby knows and wants a hug and a kiss from the Papa.  

Papa.  

It makes me smile, thinking that I met a man and fell hard in just weeks. Someone who cherishes me, loves me, protects me with everything he has. He has never made me feel less.  

I slip back into the dressing room to try another dress.  I’ve outgrown my pants and just need some loose clothes and leggings.  I want to be lazy.  But I also love getting to know everyone. I like cooking with Curtis, sharing smoothies with Jake, helping Doc with papers, and especially sitting in Andy’s lap while everyone enjoys themselves around us. I don’t feel safer than in his arms.  

As I step out of the dressing room in a yellow dress with daisies, a voice speaks with a quiet yet commandeering voice. “You look delicious, Cupcake.”  

I know that voice.  I’ve heard it before. Before I can turn around, he pushes me back into the room, spins me, and pins me into the wall. Lloyd Hansen gives me a smile, the stick of his lollipop sticking out. He presses his hips into me, holding me in place while he removes the candy from his mouth. “I knew you were pretty, but fuck are you beautiful when you are all glowy and pregnant.”  

“Wh-what do you want?” I can feel my heart starting to race. I try to breathe calmly but it's taking some time.  

“Relax, sweetheart. I am not going to hurt you.” He smiles and caresses my cheek. “I don’t have a death wish.” I whimper and his smiles grow wider. “Shhh. You don’t want to alert anyone about my being here.”  

“Please... please don’t hurt me or my baby.”  

He scoffs. “I would never. That could be my niece or nephew there.”  I gasp and he laughs softly. “So you don’t know who the father is. That’s interesting. Very interesting.”  He tosses the candy and then lowers his hand to the bottom of the dress. His fingers glide gently over my skin as he brings the skirt up. I open my mouth to scream but he covers my mouth. He grips my thigh and pulls it up and over my hip. “Don’t.” He tightens the grip on my leg.  

“Hmm... so warm.” I feel his cock jump against me and I let out a muffled gasp. “I understand now why Barber and Barnes are obsessed with you. I could take you myself and raise that baby as my own. Make you my woman, fuck you whenever I want, put another baby in you.”  

A tear slips. “Oh, princess, don’t worry. Unless those two guys are dead, there is no way for me to get away with that.” He presses his forehead to mine and rubs his nose with mine. His mustache tickles but I don’t even flinch. “But I am warning you. Bucky has figured out that you are with child.” My eyes widen. “And he wants what’s his, that baby and you.”  

No. No, he can’t know. I don’t want him as the father of my baby. I don’t want anything to do with him. I cried out, the sound muffled but made Lloyd harder somehow.  

“You need to keep calm, kitten. Can’t have you having issues with the baby. We’ll be seeing you soon, Princess. And when we bring you back home, our whole family will celebrate. From one bed to the other.” With that, he releases my mouth and kisses me hard before I can get a sound out. He lets me go and I teeter where I stand. He blows me a kiss before running out of the cubicle and out the back door.  

I sway for a moment. He knows.  

That’s the last thing I think before everything goes black.  

Ang 

“She’s taking a long time in there,” I comment.  

“Maybe she’s stuck in the dress?” Andie offers before giggling.  “Remember when you got stuck in your jeans with Dani and Steve had to cut you out of them.”  

“Fuck you.” I look away. That was mortifying but, in the end, satisfied me.  I ended up bouncing on Steve’s massive cock for an hour. I think I set a record in orgasms that day.  

Suddenly, I hear a thump, and I jump up and run into the dressing room.  I see the back of a man wearing a yellow shirt and tight ass pants. But my peripherals see legs on the floor. I throw the curtain open, and Maddie is lying on the floor, unconscious. “Maddie!” I get to and check her pulse.  It's rapid. “Andie! Call 9-1-1!” 

Andy 

“I should have gone with her,” I said, pacing in the waiting room.  

“All it would have done is hurt someone in the crossfire, Prez”. Steve said as he held Ang. Ang is not a crier, but she was in tears when we came tearing into the emergency room. Steve cupped his wife’s face to get her to focus.  “Ang, baby, what happened?” 

“I don’t know. We were in the store, trying on stuff and Maddie wanted to get a couple of dresses. She was changing but taking a while. I thought she was stuck or something. Then I heard a thump and I ran in and some guy was going out the back door.”  

“What did he look like?” I demanded. 

“Tall, dark hair, yellow shirt. I didn’t see his face.” She shook her head. “Anyway, I saw something in my peripherals and Maddie was on the floor. Andie called for an ambulance, and I made sure she was breathing.”  

“Fuck!” I start to pace. I look at Ari and Jake. “Go,” I ordered. They kissed their women and headed back to the store. They knew what I needed. The security footage. We needed to know who had been in the room with her.  

“Andy,” Ang grabbed my arm. “She was bleeding. I don’t know if she cut herself in the fall but the paramedics were with her within three minutes. They just happened to be around the corner when we called.”  

I froze. Not our baby. Not her. I can’t lose them. I pace back and forth for what felt like hours. Jenn brought some coffee for us, and they talked quietly with everyone, but they left me alone.  

The door opens and Doc walks in. I stand in front of him and grab his arms. “Chris, tell me she’s ok. That they are ok.”  

“Prez, they are stable. Alive and stable. But they are not out of the woods yet.” He grabs my shoulders as I sag. “Maddie’s blood pressure skyrocketed. She passed out from shock.”  

“The bleeding?” 

“She cut her hip on something when she went down. The baby is good for now. They were able to stabilize the uterus and avoid preeclampsia. However, Maddie is now at a much higher risk than before. The ER doctor, Dr. Hunt, has her sedated to allow her body to relax and heal. But more than likely, she will be on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy. She can walk to the restroom or sit on the couch, but no strenuous activities.”  

My mind was spiraling. I tried to focus on the one thing: they are going to be ok.  I held on to that thought and breathed through my panic. “When can I see her?” 

“They are moving her up to maternity now. We can see her in about half hour.”  

“Thank you Doc.”  

“Of course. Maddie is a fighter but she will need help with this adjustment.”  

“We’ll be there for her,” Jenn replies.  

True to his word, half an hour later, I am walking into the hospital room and seeing Maddie for the first time since she was brought in. She is asleep, peacefully, oblivious to the rage I was feeling under my skin. Her hands seem to have naturally landed on her bump, as if she is protecting our baby. My heart breaks. I should have been there. I underestimated the danger.  

I pulled a seat next to her and took her hand. I kissed it and pressed it on my cheek. It was warm and that made my heart calm down. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”  

I hear the door creak and I stand. A man in scrubs walks in, look at a tablet. “Mr. Barber?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m Doctor Hunt.” We shake hands. “I understand that Dr. Beck got you up to speed with Maddie’s condition. Her labs have come back, and everything is looking normal.” I sighed in relief.  “She will need more careful monitoring.  I have reached out to Dr. Robinavitch. He’s going to come by tomorrow and make official recommendations for her pregnancy.  She is very lucky that someone was there to get her to the hospital.” 

“When will she wake up?” 

“I’ve ordered for the sedative to be reduced.  I’d say by morning.” 

“Thank you, Doc. I appreciate you looking out for them.” I shake his hand and then sit back down.  

I feel pressure in my hand and I startle awake.  I look at my watch. Five thirty AM. I passed out.  Then I feel the pressure on my other hand and look down to see the most beautiful eyes in the world. “Angel,” I breathe.  

“Hi Andy.” She gives me a small smile as tears roll down her cheek.  

I adjust so I can reach with my other hand to wipe away her tears. “Don’t cry, Angel.”  

“I’m sorry,” her voice wobbles as she starts to hyperventilate. Her heart monitors start to beep rapidly.  

I scramble and climb into her bed, watching out for all the wires she’s connected to, and pulling her into my arms. “Shh… love, please relax. I’m here and you’re okay. You and the baby are ok.” I kissed the top of her head and started to run my fingers through her hair.  

“I’m… I’m…” she stuttered as she sobbed.  

“Baby, relax for me. Everything is ok. My sweet Angel, please. The baby needs you to relax. Breathe with me.” I breathed in and felt her follow the movement of my chest. A nurse opened the door slightly and I shook my head at her. She smiled and nodded before leaving us alone.  After a few minutes, I can feel her body relax and her breathing calmed.  

“There you go, Angel. You did so good for me.” I kiss her forehead. “Tell me what happened.”  

“You’ll be angry with me.”  

“Baby, I would only be angry if you did something to me on purpose.  Did you let this happen on purpose?” She shook her head.  “Then, tell me.”  

She searched my eyes, looking for something to tell her that I’m not mad. She swallows and says, “Andy, it was Lloyd.  He was in the dressing room.” She trembled as she told me.  “He pinned me and told me that Bucky knows. He knows about the baby and that he’s coming for me. The he kissed me and left.” 

All I see is red.  

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Johnny POV

I’m in love with my best friend.  Problem is, she doesn’t know that.  

Three years ago, I started working on the YLN Rainbow Ranch for her father, Mr. YLN. First day on the job, I was told not to harass his daughter.  For weeks, I never met the girl in question. Then one day, a girl was in the stable, stroking the nose of one of the horses, Daisy.  

“Hey Miss? You’re not supposed to be here,” I called out.  It was close to dusk, and I was closing for the night. I walked over to the girl and tapped her shoulder. She jumped back, tripping on me. I caught her before she hit the ground. She popped a headphone out of her ear.   

“You scared me!” She looked at me with bright, wide eyes, her skin flawless, her hair in curly pigtails. She’s beautiful and I’m stunned. “Hey, let me go.” That’s when I realized that I’ve caught her in a dip and she’s looking up at me.  

I move quickly to get her on her feet, and I pull my cap off and run a nervous hand through my hair.  “Sorry, miss. The stables are closing.”  

“Its ok, I live here.  YN,” she offers her hand.  

“Johnny, I’m one of the ranch hands.”  

“Oh, cool. Sorry I’ve been away and only just got back from camp.”  

“That’s nice,” I tell her, trying not to stare.  

She looked at me curiously. “How old are you?” 

“Eighteen. You?” 

She looked shocked. “A gentleman should never ask a lady her age.”  

I chuckled. “Something tells me you ain’t no lady.”  

She giggled. “I’m fifteen.”  

Fuck, she’s jailbait. “Well, did you need someone to walk you back to the house?” 

She saw that it was getting dark, and she smiled.  “I would like that.”  

I knew I was risking my hide and my job if her father thought I was doing anything inappropriate. So I keep enough room between us as we walked.  “So, camp? How was that?” 

“Long but fun. I’m considered a counselor now so I get to be in charge but the kids are great, so it was just a fun sleepover.” She shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll do it again. I’d rather ride my horse all summer.”  

“Let me guess. Your horse is Daisy?” 

“Good guess. I’ve had her since I started riding at four. She’s my best friend. She listens to me and doesn’t judge me. Kinda like you,” she tells me. “You don’t talk a lot.”  

“Not really. My mouth usually gets me in trouble.” I smirk. “My twin sister says that my mouth can get me in and out of trouble.”  

“I can see that.” She gives me her own smirk. We get to her door. “Thanks for walking me back.”  

“Any time, Cowgirl.”  

“See ya, Cowboy.”  

It’s been that way for three years. Every day I worked hard and at night, YN would visit me in the barn as I finished for the day. I’d walk her home and say good night. When she was having a hard day, I would climb to her window and whisper with her, never going inside for fear of her father finding me.  

Until one day, she stopped coming to the barn.  

Three years later… 

I was closing up the barn, waiting for YN, when I saw another car pull up to the house. I saw a guy get out and knock on the door. I watched as my YN came out with a smile and a pretty dress and took the hand of the guy that wasn’t me. She climbed into the car, and they drove off.  

She took my heart with her. 

It was her senior year. She is eighteen now. And I wanted to ask her out but I was too late. I finished my duties, headed to my own truck and went to the bar, to drown my sorrows.  

The next morning was brutal. I barely made it to work on time with the hangover of the century.  

Time went on and I did my job, caring for the horses, getting them out to the yard for exercise or grooming. It had been about three months since YN had started dating Ransom. What the hell kinda name was Ransom anyway? I kept my thoughts to myself. YN would still visit me on occasion, gushing about her new beau and how perfect he was. I tried to be as supportive has possible as her best friend but it killed me inside,  

One March afternoon, I went to take the horses out to their yard. We had another month before we started moving cattle so I got them to roam and exercise as best I could. I went to Daisy’s stall, but she wasn’t herself. She whines and stamps; she was in distress. I ran for YN’s father.  “Mr. YLN! You gotta call the vet! Something is wrong with Daisy!” He pulled out his phone as I ran back to the horse.  

“It's ok girl, we’ll get you all fixed up, you’ll see.” I stoked her neck and nose, trying to calm her. Fifteen minutes later, Doc Brown, the vet, came in and did a check.  I tried to keep her calm as he checked on her.  

After a few minutes, Doc removed his glasses. “I’m sorry Mr. YLN. Daisy has twisted gut. Normally I would say surgery but given her age, I don’t think that’s wise. It would just cause more pain.”  

“Shit.” Her father looked up to blink back tears. “I need to call YNN.”  

“I can do it, Mr. YLN,” I offered. He nodded as he discussed logistics with Doc. I reached for my phone and called, taking a deep breath as it rang. 

“Hey Cowboy!” 

“Hey Cowgirl. Where are you?” 

“I’m having lunch with Mama. Why?” 

I tried to keep my voice steady. “YN, I need you to come to the horse barn right now.”  

“Is everything ok?” 

“No. It’s Daisy.”  

“Daisy? Mama, we have to go. I’ll be right there, Johnny.” She hung up and I turned to Doc and Mr. YLN. “YN and Mrs. YLN are on the way.”  

“Thanks Johnny. Can you stick around?”  

“Sure.” I hung back as they moved Daisy to a bigger stall so she would have more room. I’ve seen animals put down before but not one that was considered more family than anything else. Twenty minutes later, YN came running in. “Daddy! Johnny! What’s going on? Why is Diasy in there?” 

Her father puts his hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, Daisy has twisted gut. Doc tried to fix it but the only way to do that is with surgery.”  

“Ok. Are they getting ready for that?” She asks with hope.  

Mr. YLN sighs. “No baby. She’s too old for that. We have to…” 

“No,” she backs away. “No, she’s my Daisy! You can’t…” She runs into the pen with Daisy and hangs onto her neck, sobbing uncontrollably. We all give her some time as I help Doc get everything ready.  

“It’s time, YNN,” her dad calls.  

“Daddy, please, don’t let them do this. Let’s fix her, please!”she cries.  

“If I thought it would be the best thing for her, if Doc thought she would survive, I would. But she’s an old girl and its time. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He tries to hug his daughter, but she wiggles free and runs right into my arms. I hold her tight, feeling her tears run through her body. I look at my boss and his heart his broken for his little girl.  

“Do you want to stay, YN? We can wait outside if…” 

“No,” she cuts me off, “I want to stay with her.”  

“Ok, we can stay. I’ll hold your hand if you want.” 

She turned away from me but kept my hand in hers. “I’m r-ready, Doc.”  

“Ok, I’ll inject a sedative to put her to sleep and then administer the narcotic. She won’t feel anything, YN.”  

She nods but goes to Daisy one more time. “I love you, Daisy. Thank you for being my best friend.” She kisses her nose one more time before she comes back to me. She grips my hand hard. I see her father eyeing me warily. But I stand tall.  

Once the doc administered the last dose, YN wailed and turned into me again. I held her to me, letting her cry. She needed this, to just cry for the loss of her best friend. As she starts to hiccup, I whisper to her, “Let’s get you home, ok?” She nods and I guide her out.  

She continues to cry as I walk her to the house. Her cell phone rings and she answers, trying to calm her voice. “Ransom? Are you on your way? We stop walking as she talks to that entitled prick. But I need you… Daisy died and… no I understand… am I going to… ok, bye.” She turned to me and blushed. “His grandfather needs him,” waving the phone.Her smile came out watery. “He’ll come by later.”  

One more tear fell from her eye. I cupped her cheek and thumbed her cheek to clear the tear. “I’m here, Cowgirl.” I pull her to me and rest my chin on her head as she sobbed. I walked her to the porch steps, and I sat us down. It took a while but she finally got to sniffle. “You doing, ok?” 

“Yeah.” She looked at me with your beautiful eyes, red rimmed, puffy lips, tear-stained cheeks. “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”  

“I know.”  

“But I’m thankful I have you.” She smiles. “Will you come see me tonight?” 

“Cowgirl, that is not…” 

“Please, Johnny. I just want to talk and get out of my head. “She gave me her puppy eyes and I fucking cave.  Because I always cave.  

I’d do anything for her.  

“Sure, Cowgirl. I’ll be by around midnight.”  

“Thank you, Cowboy.”  

At midnight, I came on my bike and parked behind the barn, so I didn’t wake her parents. There’s an old tree right next to her window that I always scale. Thankfully, her parent’s room is on the other side of the house. There is a faint light in the window. The night light she’s had since five, was still on. It was the shape and color of Daisy and I knew she had it in because she was missing her friend. Once I got onto the roof, I gently tapped the window so YN knew I was there. She opened the curtain and smiled at me in the window. She opened it gently. “Hi Cowboy.”  

“Hey Cowgirl.” I sat next to the window. “How are you feeling?” 

She gave me a sad smile. “I’m ok. Ransom didn’t come by. He said he was too busy.” She sighed and looked at her lamp. “I miss her.”  

“I know you do, Cowgirl. But after a while, we’ll find you a new horse to raise because that’s what Daisy would want.”  

“You think?” 

“Well, if something happened to me, I would want you to find a new best friend because I never want you to be alone. I feel like Daisy and I are kindred spirits like that.  We both love you.”  

I didn’t realize the implication of my words. They were the truth, that’s all I know. I looked out at the moon and sighed. Every day I wished she knew that she belonged with me. That she would wake and see me and knew what she that I was the one she was looking for. But I can’t force her. I’d still be there for her no matter what.  

“You mean that, Johnny?” I turned to face her, and she was closer to me.  

A tendril of hair had escaped her messy bun and I gently pushed in behind her ear. Yeah, YN, I mean it.  

She studied me with those beautiful eyes before she leaned forward and pressed her soft lips to mine. I was stunned for half a second before I gave myself into it. I put my hand on her neck to hold her close to me and deepened it. I would have been a big fat fucking liar if I didn’t say that it was the best kiss of my life. I finally pulled back to let us breathe but kept our foreheads together. “Cowgirl…” 

“Yes, Cowboy?” 

“That was… amazing.”  

“Yeah, it was.” She pulled back smiling before her face started to fall. “Oh my… Johnny, I’m…” 

I stop her. “Don’t say your sorry. Please. I don’t regret any of that. But I understand. You have a boyfriend. I respect that. But I’m always here for you, Cowgirl.” I look at my watch. “I should go. I have to be back here in five hours.”  

She frowned but when I turned to leave, she grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Are you riding Torch tomorrow?” 

Torch was one of the wild horses we had caught.  I had been trying to tame him but he was still pretty wild.  The only people he seems to like was YN and me. But I’d be dammed if she got on him.  “Yes, but you need to stay out of the pen, Cowgirl. You can help me when he’s tied to the fence. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and took off.  

I relived that kiss in my head the entire night and in the shower the next morning.  

I was in the yard a couple of weeks later, trying to work with Torch. “C’mon boy, work with me here,” I gritted out. The horse neighed and I looked to see YN and Ransom watching. “C’mon Torch, let’s show our girl what we can do.”  I manage to get the saddle on him and climbed on. “Ok, Torch, let’s walk.” I walked around the yard a couple of times. Then I got him into a canter.  

“Looking good, Cowboy!” I smiled over my shoulder to YN but frowned when Ransom wrapped his arm around her waist. I kept working, trying to keep the jealousy off my face. He has his hands on my girl. I unfocus for just a second and Torch bucks. I get unseated and hit the ground, knocking the wind out of me.  “Johnny!” 

I hear it far away as I try to unblur my vision and get oxygen back in me. I turn over as I see YN climb the fence, her hat being blown off and Torch is headed right for her. I suck in a breath.  

“YN! No!” I scramble and leap for the reigns. I catch them by the tips of my fingers and pull Torch away from her. I hang on as he pulls until one of the other ranch hands grabs the leather and I can let go. I lay on the ground, breathing hard, trying to get the image of YN’s face of terror out of my eyes.  

“Johnny!” She skids to a stop next to me, kneeling over. “Are you ok?” 

I shake my head as I keep trying to breathe. “YN, you can’t just jump in the ring. Cowgirl, I was terrified you were going to get hurt.”  

“I don’t care.” She cups my cheek. “I was so scared you hit your head.”  

“YN!” I hear Ransom bark at her. “You’re getting dirty and we have to meet my parents! Get off the dirt and go change!” 

I got up and dusted myself off. I helped YN off the dirty and squeezed her hand. “I’m fine YN. I’ll be bruised but ok.” I pick up her hat and dust it off. I put it back on her head. “Thank you for checking on me.”  

“Anytime Cowboy.” I open the gate for her to get her out and close it.  Ransom takes YN’s hand and pulls her to the house, yelling about how she was going to make them late. I shake my head, knowing I can’t really do anything if I want to keep my job.  

Somehow, Mrs. YLN finds out about the incident and comes out to check on me. “Johnny Storm, front and center!” I hear her call out.  I smile because Mrs. YLN is the sweetest and loves all the guys on the ranch, but she has a particular sweet stop for me. I walk up to her, and she can see the bruise on my arm, but I guess I have a cut on my face. “Johnny! Go to the house and wash your face. I’ll be right there and I have apple pie for you.”  

“Yes ma’am.” I walked over to the house and went upstairs to the guest bathroom.  It’s where she kept the first aid. As I was washing, I heard loud voices coming from down the hall. I walked slowly and saw YN and Ransom arguing through the crack of her door.  

“I don’t know why you still hang out with that horse smelling farm hand?!” Ransom yelled.  

“He is a rancher and he’s my best friends. Johnny is a good guy.”  

“He’s some poor asshole…” 

“Stop it Ransom! He is my friend and you need to respect our friendship!” 

He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her next to him. “He wants what’s mine,” he growled at her. She turned away and gripped her chin to keep her eyes on him. “You’re going to tell him to leave you alone.”  

She sticks her chin up. “And if I don’t?” 

“You will regret it.”  He shoves her back and she hits her nightstand. I watch as her night light topples and breaks.  

I storm into the room. “Hey!” I push Ransom out of the way to reach YN. “YN, are you alright?” 

I can see the tears forming in her eyes. But they weren’t on me. They were on her lamp. “Johnny…” her voice quivers. She looks at me as one solitary tear fall from her eye. I can feel the rage building in me. I turn back to Ransom.  

“You son of a bitch! You hurt her.” I shoved him and he stumbled towards the door.  

“Fuck you asshole!” He took a swing at me but I managed to dodge it and get it a hit in his gut. It drops him, gasping for air.  

I grab YN’s hand and pull her from the room.  “C’mon YN!” I race down the stairs and out the back door. I run towards my bike and get the helmets. “Put this on, Cowgirl.”  

“Johnny, you know my father will be pissed!” 

“I don’t care. I can’t leave you with that monster.”  I turn to look at her as she plays with the straps of the helmet. “Do you want to stay with him?” She shakes her head. “Do you want to be with me, Cowgirl?” She looks at me, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks. I tuck a lock of hair. “Tell me.”  

“You’re my best friend.” The statement makes my heart sink and I drop my gaze. “But I’ve always wanted a chance with you.” I snap back up and she smiles.  She leans in and kisses me. Not like the first time, where it started soft and sweet.  This one urgent, lustful. I cup the back of her head to pin her to me. I lick the seam of her lips, asking her to let me in. She let me deepen the kiss and I was in heaven.  

When I heard yells coming from the house, I broke it and turned my head. “Baby, we have to go.” I shoved my helmet on and then helped YN, jumped on the bike, helped her up and gunned it out of the yard.  

I made it out to the lake and the boathouse on the other side of the county. YN’s family think she would go to my place or my family’s but I’m not an idiot. I pull into the yard and stopped, taking my first deep breath since she kissed me. I held out my hand to help YN off the bike.  She stood, watching down the dirt road. “Are we safe here Cowboy?” 

“We should be, Cowgirl. C’mon.” I opened the big dock door to hide my bike and walked us in. It was dusty and dark, but it was a safe place. I had my lighter and was able to light a couple of candles to see where we were going.  But not soon enough as I walked into a giant cobweb. “Fuck! Shit!” I yelled as I batted away the sticky strings.  

YN giggles as she watches before she screeches and runs towards me. “Johnny!” 

“Baby, what…” 

“I think I felt a snake!” 

I tried to hold my laugh. “Baby, there are no snakes by the water.”  I finally found the light switch and the room was illuminated with a soft golden glow.  I went to where she stood before and then let out a laugh.  “Was this your great snake?” I held up an old fishing rod with a feather lure at the end.  

“Shut up Johnny, it scared me!” She crossed her arms and pouted at me.  

I came up to her and caressed her face. “My beautiful girl. I’m sorry.” I kiss her forehead. “Want to sit on the dock?”  She nodded and I took her hand. 

The sun was setting across the water. YN sat at the edge of the dock and let her legs dangle over the water. I sat right behind her and wrapped her in my arms. We were quiet for a while, listening to the crickets and cicadas harmonize in the twilight. I kissed her cheek and then down to her neck and she leaned to give me access. “Do you know how long I wanted to hold you and kiss you like this?” I whispered to her.  

“Not as long as I have.” She turned to me and smiled.  “I wish I had the courage to spend more time with you when I was 15.”  

“Sweetheart, your father forbade all of us to try and be with his daughter. I was a scared 18-year-old and not in the right place to give you what you deserved.” I kissed her nose before I kissed her properly. We went back to watching the sky turn from blue to yellow to orange to pink and then purple. “Why were you dating that guy? What did he have?” 

“I don’t know. Daddy introduced us and he took an interest.” She looks down at the water. “It was the day after I saw you in town with Sharon Carter. I thought,” she shook her head, “I thought that you really didn’t like me and then I just wanted to move on.”  

I know what day she is talking about.  It was the day Susie had set me up on a blind date. We met for a coffee in town, but Sharon told me from the beginning that she had feelings for someone else. We chatted about her horse, and she asked I could come train him. I explained this to YN. “I declined because I had just started working on Torch.” I caressed her cheek. “I didn’t want to take away my time from you.” 

She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes studying me. I could get lost in them. She turned and straddled my lap, her sundress riding up. Fuck, why had she already changed before her confrontation with Ransom. Did that dick get to see her naked? I shook the thoughts from my mind as I gripped her hips as she settled into my lap, making sure that she doesn’t tip back into the lake. Her arms are looped around my neck. She doesn’t say anything, not a single word or noise.  She just keeps those eyes on me, staring at me like a painting. Finally, she leans down and kisses me. I follow her lead, just like I would follow her anywhere if she asked me. Her fingers tangle into my hair as my hands splayed across her back and neck.  

I can feel her warmth right over my cock. I can feel myself growing harder under her as she begins to move over me. She’s grinding that pussy into me and I know I will lose it if I don’t stop it.  I try to still her but she keeps moving.  She lets go of my mouth to start kissing my neck and working the buttons of my shirt. “Baby, baby, stop,” I finally say. She pulls back, a look of hurt crossing her face. “No, baby, I just don’t want to do this here. I don’t want anyone to see you in pleasure besides me.” I grip under her ass as I move to lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom in the boathouse.  

You would think the room would be dusty and dirty, but it wasn’t.  I had been hiding out here on and off for the last few years. My father wasn’t a good man and I didn’t stick around when he started drinking.  My mom had left a few years before and Suzy lived with Reed so I was on my own. But I made the best of it. The bed had a clean quilt and everything was dusted and swept.  I even cleaned the bathroom.  

I laid my girl on the bed, slotting my hips in between her legs. I kissed her hard, fuck, I wanted her so bad. But I didn’t want her to think that this was all I wanted.  I slowed our kisses. “Johnny?” 

“I don’t want you to think that I just want this, Cowgirl. I’m in love with your fire, your spirit, your compassion, well, just you. Everything you.” I swallowed. “If you don’t want to do this, I understand, and we’ll wait.” I looked away for just a second before she used a finger to push me back into her eyesight.  

“Johnny Storm, I have been waiting for you for three years.”  

My eyes widen. “Are you...” She nods and looks away. I pull her gaze back. “Baby, are you sure?” 

“You belong to me Johnny, just like I belong to you.”  

I swallow. “We’ll go slow, ok? If I hurt you, just let me know and we’ll stop.” She nods and kisses me. I pull back. “I need your words, YN.”  

“I trust you Johnny.”  

I got up to my knees, still in between her legs and I started to unbutton my shirt. She watched me with big eyes, still unsure but never letting go. When I pulled it off, a soft gasp came from her mouth. That made me smirk. I pulled her up to me, sitting her. I tugged at the bottom of her pretty little sundress and pulled it over her head. I groaned at the site of her in just pink lace. I guided her back down to the bed and started to kiss every inch of skin I could find.  

YN sighed. I slid the pink strap of her bra down her shoulders and arms, kissing her skin as I went. I kissed the tops of her breasts and then pulled a cup down to take the peaked nipple in my mouth.  I nibbled and sucked as YN arched her back at the sensation.  “Johnny,” she moaned. Fuck, listening to my name come from her lips almost sent me over the edge. I moved to the other one while a pinched and twisted the first. I released her and then unclipped the offending fabric.  

I kept moving down, skimming her skin with my fingertips and my lips as she squirmed underneath me. I got to her lace pants and kissed her covered mound, inhaling her scent. “Dammit baby, you smell like heaven. Can I taste you?” 

She was silent and I lifted my head to see tears. “Baby?” 

“I’m scared. What if you don’t like me?” The sound of her uncertainty, her fear, broke my heart.  

“Oh, sweetheart.” I went back to hover over her. “I know that you will be the best taste I’ve ever had. The best partner I could ever ask for.” I let my hands wander as caress over the hem of her panties. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good.”  

She peered up at me and smiled. “Ok.”  

Such a simple little word can bring the heat in my veins. I kiss her softly again as I slide my hand into her panties.  I swallow her cry as tease her slit. “So wet, Cowgirl. For me?” 

She nods. “Is that a good thing?” 

“That’s an amazing thing.” I dip into her tight hole. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” She rolls her hips in time to the thrust of my hand, seeking my touch. “You like that YN?”  She nods again as she lets go of another low moan. My cock is straining behind my Wranglers, desperate to get out and play with the woman underneath me.  I stroke one more time and then bring my finger to my mouth.  She jaw drops at suck her cream from my finger.  “I knew you would taste good.” 

I don’t give her the chance this time.  I pull down her panties off her legs and stuff them in my pocket. “Johnny...” she started but soon she moaned as I licked my way up her slit. I kissed, sucked and teased her clit, finger fucked her until she was withering under me. “Give it to me Cowgirl. Let go.” 

“I can’t,” she cried, “Johnny, I...” 

“Its ok, let go for me, my love.”  

She cried as her orgasm took over, her body shook and her pussy strangled my fingers. I kept it gentle, knowing that this was the first one but certainly not the last. I could she her coming down so I gently pulled my fingers away. I licked my finger clean and then undid my jeans. “Are you ready for me Cowgirl?” I pulled my jeans and boxers off and fished a condom from my wallet.  

Her eyes were big. “Cowboy, that is not going to fit.”  

I gave her a sexy smirk. “We’ll make it fit.” I rolled it on and then slowly climbed back on top of her. I slotted my hips between her legs and kissed her hard and deep.  My cock seeks out the warmth of her pussy and notched at her entrance. “Ready?” 

“Yes. Please be gentle,” she whispered.  

“Always, Cowgirl.” I pushed in softly, groaning at how hot and tight she is. “Oh fuck, baby.” Her nails dug into my back but I didn’t focus on the pain. I pushed until I felt resistance. “I’m sorry baby but this will hurt. I promise it’ll feel good after.” I thrusted hard and she screamed. I held her too me as she thrashed her head, sobbing.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry love.”  

“Johnny!” She cried. It took a few minutes, but she calmed, and I move slightly. She moaned at the feel of my cock in her. “I feel so full,” she moaned.  

“That’s good, love. I’m going to move, ok?” She nodded and I withdrew gently, seeing her wince. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“No, no, I just,” she swallowed. “It's so much.”  

“I know. Just let your body feel.”  I withdrew until the head of my cock was the only piece in her and thrusted back in gently. Her head tossed back with a moan. I did that a few more time until I heard her say, “more.” I sped up my movements, pulling her leg over my hip to open her up a bit more.  

“Oh fuck, Cowboy, right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She buried her head in my neck as I pumped into her.  

“I won’t stop until you give me another Cowgirl.” I moved my hand and used my finger to circle her clit.  She cried out more and I circled a little faster. I started to feel the sensation in my spine and I knew I was close.  “Fuck, tell me you’re close, Cowgirl.” 

“So close,” she moaned. I moved faster. My hips slamming into her, my finger pressing her little button of pleasure faster and harder. Her cry changed and I started to recognize it.  

“Come for me,” I ordered. That’s all it took as she detonated around me, squeezing me, milking me, triggering my own release into her. I slowed, both breathing hard. “Are you ok?” I was scared I hurt her with how hard I had been fucking her.  

“I’m great,” she said with a smile. “I get it now, what all my romance books talked about. It does feel like the best ride.”  

I laughed with her. I pulled out gently, knowing it would hurt. She winced but cupped my cheek to let me know she was ok.  There was a little blood on the condom and blanket but I didn’t make her feel bad. I got another blanket to cover her while I took the other one away. I threw away the condom and took a washcloth to her. She jumped when I touched her, but I knew it was just because of how sensitive she had become. I climbed back into bed with her and hauled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest. “Johnny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you.”  

“I love you, Cowgirl. Get some rest.” I kissed her head and smoothed down her hair. I fell asleep to her rhythmic breaths against me.  

I was sleeping with an angel in heaven.  

Muted sunlight filters in as I lay on my back, stroking my girl’s hair as she sleeps in the early morning. I think about the last three years, pining after the girl in my arms.  She wasn’t ready for me then. But now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.  

She starts to stir and wake. She stretches a little before looking up at me. “Hi.”  

“Hi Cowgirl. How are you feeling?” 

She smiles softly. “A little sore. But happy.” I lean to kiss her. Her eyes flutter as they open again.  “Good morning, Cowboy.”  

“This is the best way to start the day, my beautiful Cowgirl.”  I kiss her again when I hear a beep from somewhere. I reach down for my jeans and fish my phone from the pocket. There was a text message from her father 

Mr. YLN: Please bring my daughter home. 

I sighed and looked at my girl. “It’s time sweetheart.”  

She frowned but nodded. As we dressed, I gave YN a pair of my boxer briefs to wear since I tore her panties. It gave me a boost knowing she was wearing my underwear under her dress.  I cleaned up, feeling like I would be back living here soon since I would probably lose my job. But I had a feeling, I would still have YN.  

The ride back was quiet. I didn’t know what we would be walking into. Would her father try and kill me because I took his daughter and took her innocence? Would he press charges? I knew I would be facing something I just didn’t know what.  

We pulled into the driveway and went right up to the house. I helped YN off and took her helmet. “You know I love you right?”  

She nodded but her face was nervous. “I know. I love you too. We do this together?” I took her hand.  

“Together.”  

We walked up the steps to her house. I knocked and the door immediately opened. Her mother answered. “YN. Johnny.” She looked down at our joined hands and smiled. She waved us into the living room where Mr. YLN and Random were waiting for us.  

“Mr. YLN. Mr. Drysdale.” I hated that I had to greet that fucker. I remembered yesterday and how he had pushed my girl. I remember seeing the bruise on her side. I had kissed the pain away when I worshipped her body but I would never forgive him for marking her.  

“Johnny, YN, I’m happy you came back.” He looked at our hands and then back at his daughter. “What were you thinking YN? You ran away from our home with our ranch hand without explanation. Your mother and I have been worried sick. If I hadn’t checked the cameras…” 

YN gripped my hand tighter and then interrupted her father. “I ran away because I didn’t feel safe in my own home.”  

The look of disbelief crossed her father's face. “What? What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You didn’t look in her room, did you?” I asked.  

“No. Ransom was in the living room and said you ran away with the farm boy after you had assaulted him.”  

I scoffed. “That’s rich. We’re not on a farm jackass,” I directed to Ransom. “We are a ranch. But that’s beside the point. The reason for the assault was because I was protecting YN from him. He was yelling at her, making her cry and then he shoved her into her nightstand and broke her horse lamp.”  

My words had the power to stop time. Ransom’s face turned red from rage as her father's face blanched. I could see what he was thinking. The man she introduced to his daughter was a monster.  

“You have no proof, farm boy!”  

“I’ve seen the bruises you asshole. I held her as she cried for the last reminder of her best friend that she had because you broke it.” 

Action was swift. Mr. YLN grabbed Ransom around the collar. “You put your hands on my daughter?!” Ransom gapped like a fish. “You thought you could lie to me. I know your grandfather and believe you me that he will hear about this. Get out of my house and off my property you worthless piece of shit.” Mr. YLN cocked his arm back and punched Ransom square in the jaw. He fell in a pile to the floor and grabbed his face.  

I helped him up and threw him out the door. “You fucked with the wrong girl Drysdale.”  

“She was mine!” He yelled back. “I will end you!”  

“Guess what? She was never yours. She was always mine. She belongs to me, and I belong to her. And you can just fuck off.”  

I went back inside and faced her father. “She’s yours?” 

“Sir, I have been in love with your daughter since the day I met her. I just wanted to wait until she knew that I was hers. I love her, sir, with everything I have.”  

There is nothing like riding a horse. The freedom, the raw power, there is nothing like it. Especially when you girl is holding onto you as you ride the horse you trained together.  

It was nearing dusk, the sky changing to it’s beautiful pinks and reds and purples. I had ridden out to the lake on the opposite side of the boathouse. When I got to the water’s edge I stopped and helped YN down before I got down. It had been six months since the confrontation with Ransom. And they had been the happiest six months of my life. We walked along the edge, listening to the sounds of the coming eve, Torch neighing. I was nervous.  

“Baby, why are you trembling?” My Cowgirl stopped me and had a look of concern in her eyes.  

“Sorry, I just…” I cleared my throat. “I just have something to ask you. Do you love me?” 

“More every day.”  

“Do I make you happy?” 

“I’m the happiest girl in the world.”  

“Ok good. Because I’ve never been so happy YN and that’s all because of you. And I never want to let go of that happiness. So…” I pulled the box from my pocket and knelt to one knee. “My Cowgirl, will you marry me?” 

I opened the box to show off a modest pear-shaped diamond on a gold band. It had been all I could afford but her father said I could upgrade later since I’d be the ranch manager soon.  

“Johnny,” she gasped. “Yes, she whispered, Cowboy, yes!” 

I put that ring on her finger and lifted her into my arms.  

After all this time, she saw that I was the one who understood her, who got her, who loved her.  

She belonged to me.  

I belonged to her.  

Forever.  

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February 13 

Rain.  

It's always so dreary when it rains.  

I also hate driving in the rain.  

Not so much the water as the people who suddenly don’t know how to drive.  

All I want to do was get home and snuggle with my husband, James. My husband of three years, James hated the cold so tonight would be a great night to start a fire, cuddle on the couch with a glass of wine and maybe James will read to me. I smirked as I knew this would lead to more in the bedroom later.  The thought sent shivers down my spine.  

Happy to have gotten off earlier than expected, I raced to the door with my coat over my head. Didn’t really help as I still gotten drenched in the rain. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice that the lights were already on. But it didn’t distract that there was someone else in the house.  

I glanced at my phone. No messages from my husband indicating he would be home earlier. My mind panics. Grabbing an umbrella from the stand, the one I forget to take with me this morning, I walked slowly towards the bedrooms.  The sounds are muffled, and I wondered if my intruders are wearing masks.  

All of the doors are closed. But I hear another sound coming from the master. They must be going after the jewelry. Closing my eyes, I say a little prayer before turning the knob of the door.  

And walking into a nightmare.  

I can see his face, morphed into pleasure as a blonde bounced on top of him, her breasts moving up and down. My body is frozen as I take in the scene. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be doing this to me. He was fucking someone else on our martial bed.  

I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo. I can’t think why I took it, but I knew I would need it. I’m scared no one would believe me. The quiet snap of my phone camera is basically silent in the sounds of their fucking.  They didn’t even notice. They were so wrapped in each other, they didn’t notice they had an audience. “Bucky,” I whispered, using the nickname his best friend used for him. I couldn’t say his name or even the nickname I used. Because he didn’t deserve that tenderness.  Not anymore.  

My voice is what broke through.  He opened his eyes and saw me. “YN!” That kicked me out of my frozen state, and I ran back to the door, grabbing my purse as I ran. “YN, wait!” 

Nothing was going to get me to stop. I climbed into my car, soaked to the bone and pulled away from the house. The tears mixed with the rain droplet running down from my hair. I didn’t know where I am going but I couldn’t stay there. My phone began to ring, and I looked to see James is calling.  I sent it to voicemail and then turned off the phone.  

The drive was chaotic, trying to stay safe but also going as fast as I could away from my hometown. My body was tired, mind ablaze and I needed to take a break.  It had been four hours since I left home, and I weren’t exactly sure where I am at the moment. I slowed down and saw glowing lights from a bar. I pulled over and took a breath.  Food, maybe a drink and then I could find a hotel for the night.  I would deal with the shitshow of my life tomorrow.  

I looked into the mirror and sighed.  A drowned rat looked better than me with my smeared makeup and red eyes.  I had some wipes in my purse so I cleaned up my face, the least I could do. The rain had mercifully stopped so I climbed out and headed in.  

It was a mistake.  I had stepped into a biker bar. It was loud and smoky, but I could smell the food being made. I should turn around and run away from this place. But hunger won out. As I took a step in, everything got quiet. I could feel every eye on me, but I held my head high and approached the bar. A tall man with glasses came over, wipe a glass. “Can I help you gorgeous?” 

“I .. uh… are you still serving food?” As if on cue, my stomach let out a loud rumble and I flushed in embarrassment.  

“Yeah, gorgeous we have food. Burger and fries ok?” I nodded. “Anything to drink?” 

“A beer,” I whispered.  

“Ok honey, sit right here on the bar. I’ll keep an eye on you.” I smiled in gratitude as the man set a beer in front of me. “My name is Jensen.”  

“YN.” I took a long pull of the beer.  

“Nice to meet you, Miss YN. Let me get your order started.” Jensen walked away and I took the chance to look around. Everyone has gone back to what they were doing with the occasional glance on my direction. James loves his motorcycle. Said it was freeing. His best friend is actually part of a motorcycle club. The thought of James made me sad. I shook it from my head. No need to think about that asshole. 

A few minutes later, Jensen placed a plate of what had to be the most delicious smelling burger and fries. “The Curtis special Miss YN.” He placed another beer next to it. “Enjoy.” I picked up the burger and took that first bite.  The moan I let out as the juiciness of the meat and cheese hit my tastebuds, was borderline porn star. But I really gave zero fucks.  

“You make that burger look so good, kitten.” My eyes snapped up to a man standing next to me. I took in his dark hair, bright blue eyes, pink lips surrounded by what looked like a soft beard. He wore a leather cut, black t-shirt, blue jeans and motorcycle boots. He chuckled as I blatantly checked him out. “Like what you see, kitten?” 

Realizing that my mouth had popped open, I shut my jaw and swallowed the automatic drool I had for the man standing next to me.  “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.  

“Hey, Prez, see you met YN here,” Jensen says as he comes back to check on me.  

“YN, what a beautiful name, kitten. I’m Andy.” He offers his hand. I take it and realize how soft his hand. “What is a woman with a beautiful name as yours doing alone in a motorcycle bar?” 

I really didn’t want to answer that question. “Why did Jensen call you Prez?” I deflected.  

Andy gave me a smirk. “Ok, not wanting to answer my question is fine.  He calls me Prez because I am the president of the club. And you, beautiful, have stumbled into our bar.”  

“Oh,” I flushed again and looked back at my burger.  

“Keep eating, kitten. I’ll keep talking,” Andy said.  “Jen, two whiskeys.”  

“Got it Prez.” 

“So, kitten,” Andy turned back to me, “gonna answer my question yet?” I shook my head and took another bite of my burger. “Ok then.  How’d you find this bar?” 

I swallowed.  “I was driving around, and I saw the sign. I was hungry. It been a few hours since I stopped.” I shoved a fry in my mouth to indicate I was done talking.  

“Ah, well I’m sure Curtis would love to know what you thought of his burger.”  

“It's delicious. Not sure if it's because I’m hungry or if it really is that good.  Will have to try it again.” I gave a soft smile. Jensen dropped the whiskeys in front of Andy. Andy slid one over to me. “I’ve never drank whiskey before.”  

“Well, kitten, like they always say, there’s a first time for everything.” Andy held his glass up and I picked up mine and clinked. “To new friends.”  

I watched as he downed the whiskey in one go. I had always been a beer or mixed drink girl. I used to be a lot of things. A supportive wife, a reliable employee, a good friend, a loving daughter.  But after tonight, was any of that true? I picked up the tumbler and threw it back just like Andy. I sputtered as I swallowed, the burn of the whiskey cutting off my oxygen for a sec. “Whoa! Kitten!” Andy jumped up and patted my back as I tried to breathe through the burn and not retch in front of the most handsome man I had ever met.  

“Jensen, some water man.” Andy rubbed my back as I started to recover.  

“I’m so embarrassed,” I croaked. This was my cue to pay and leave. This night couldn’t get worse. I moved to get my wallet when Andy grabbed my hand. I looked at him. “Please let me go.”  

“Don’t be embarrassed kitten. Not everyone can shoot whiskey.” He cupped my cheek, and the warmth of his hand had me leaning into his warmth. “Come, sit with me YN.” I looked up into his eyes. His blues were clear and open, caring and sympathy coursed through them. All I could do was nod and he took my hand. He guided me to a back corner table, in the shadows, where everyone couldn’t stare.  

“Thank you,” I whispered. I couldn’t remember the last time James has been as caring. Yes, he sat with me, but I had always initiated the intimacy between he and I. He was gentleman in public, in front of family and friends but at home he seemed distant and now me knew why. Andy sat me right next to him, chair turned towards him. “Are you always this nice to strangers, Prez?” I tested the name, and it didn’t feel quite right.  

Andy frowned. “Don’t call me that. You call me Andy, ok? Or daddy, whatever works.” He smirks at me before running a hand up my leg. “Tell me, kitten, why is an happily married woman in a dive bar the day before Valentine’s Day? Did he hurt you?” He scanned my face for signs of abuse.  

“Not physically, no.” My eyes filled with more tears; I’d thought I had run out by now but no. A single tear slipped down my cheek. “I walked in on him and ...” I stopped.  

“Idiot,” Andy mumbled. He reached up and thumbed the tear away. “He is a fucking moron to let a gorgeous creature like you go.” Another tear slips and he catches it with his thumb. He puts it in his mouth and licks it off. I gasp and he grins. “You taste sweet, kitten.”  

“Andy, I...” I wasn’t sure what to say. He made my body feel warm, wanted. I felt the blush return.  

“YN, baby, I don’t know what else he has done to you, but I know that you are diamond among us.” Andy stared into my eyes, never drifting away from them.  He studied them, memorized at the color and emotion in them. “He doesn’t know what he has done. Are you done with him?” 

“Yes,” I whispered.  

“Good.” I felt Andy slip my rings from my finger. He pockets them. “Let me show you how a real man treats a goddess. Would you go upstairs with me, kitten?” 

This is it. I could go home and face reality, deal with the fall out alone. Or I could have my own freeing moment and have a night with the handsome stranger. My marriage was over either way.  

“Can I go to your bed, daddy?” 

February 14th  

Andy 

I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky. I stood up, took the hand of the gorgeous creature in front of me and led her up the stairs. I could feel the tension she was holding but I didn’t say a word. I needed to wait until we were alone.  

I shut the door to my suite and watched as YN took in my room. “It's not glamourous but its clean. I just so happened to have washed my sheets this morning, kitten.”  

“Oh.” She turned to me with big, innocent eyes. “I wasn’t inspecting anything.”  

“I know. Just want to make you comfortable.” I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “We don’t have to do anything, YN. If you just want to sleep off the day, then I’ll just ask to sleep next to you. If...” she cuts me off but pressing a kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. I lick the seam of her lips, asking for permission to deepen and she opens her mouth. I taste her, and God, I haven’t tasted anything so sweet before.  At least, not until I get to taste her pussy.  

I walk us back to my bed and spin us, so I sit, and she straddles me, never letting go of this kiss. My cock hardens underneath her, and she moans as she feels it against her cunt.  

I pulled back from our kiss, panting, watching the desire cloud her beautiful eyes.  “You are so beautiful; I don’t think I want to let you go back out.” She giggled and ran her fingernails in my hair.  I practically purred. “Kitten has claws I see.” 

“I do,” she replies as she gently scratches my head and then trying to go down my back. I yanked my shirt over my head, and I heard her mutter. “Oh fuck, he can’t be real.”  

“As real as I get, kitten. C’mon test those claws on me while I get you naked.” I kneeled before her as I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, leaving the lacy pink panties on her. She sunk her nails into my shoulders as I started kissing on the tops of her thighs and around her hips.  

“Oh, please, Andy, please,” she begged as I skimmed over her panties. I grinned at her wickedly. I kissed up her abdomen, pulling up her silk blouse and over her head.  She had on the matching bra, and I groaned. I kissed the tops of her breast, listening to her keen and moan, her head tilted back, letting her hair tumble down her back.  

I took a step back to admire my girl in her pink lacy underwear. “Fuck, baby, you look like a wet dream walking. I want to eat your pussy until this entire club house knows you’re mine. Then I want to fuck you until you forget that asshole who thought he could take you for granted.” I laid her back on the bed and kissed down her sternum.  

“Please, oh god, please,” she cried out as I got to the apex of her thighs. I inhaled her scent and drooled. I grasped her panties and pulled them down her legs, moving her legs up into the air.  As soon as the sorry excuse of fabric called panties were out of the way, I left her legs up on my shoulders. Her chest was heaving in anticipation. I wedged my shoulders in between her legs and laid down, kissing her navel and then moving down.  

That first lick made my eyes roll into the back of my head.  She tastes better than I thought. I can’t help but latch onto her pussy and start eating her hard.  Her back arched so high that I had to take my arm and pin her back down to the bed. I slurped and nibbled, and she cried out loud. “Andy! Andy!”  

“That’s right kitten, scream my name. Let them know who is making you feel so good.” I pushed two fingers into her, and she screamed. I latched onto her clit and worked her as I felt her clench my fingers. God, she was going to feel so good around my cock. I popped off of her clit. “Come for me, kitten, let me drink that sweet nectar.” I started to suck on her clit again and she detonated, her legs shaking, her body arching as I drank her in. I pumped my fingers slowly, my tongue gently lapping as she came back down to earth.  

I kissed up her body as I laid next to her. Her eyes were glassy and she was flushed a delicious pink. She turned to face me. “Hi kitten.”  

“Hi,” she gave me a sleepy smile.  

“You want me to stop here, get some sleep?” 

She shook her head, “No. Please don’t stop.”  

Jesus, how deprived is she?  Did Barnes not give her any attention? She keeps rubbing her hands on my arms.  She’s touch-starved. That bastard. Well, now I have to give this beautiful angel the best sex of her life. I gave her a smirk. “You don’t have to beg, baby girl.” I laid on top of her, my cock painfully hard in my boxers. “Just tell me I can keep you.”  

She slid her hands down my sides, lightly scratching me. She grasped my boxer briefs and yanked them down over my ass and helped kicked them off. My cock notched itself right on her pussy, causing her to mewl at the feeling.  “Please Andy, make me forget.”  

“Oh, sweetheart,” I cooed as I began to push in. “You won’t remember your own name when I’m done with you.” She was tight but all the attention I had paid on her pussy made her loose enough and I was able to slide in.  She cried out as I bottomed out.  

I gave her a few moments to adjust before slowing moving my hips. Her walls are warm and wet, clenching around me with every thrust. “Christ, YN, your pussy is so fucking tight.  Did he not take care of you?” 

She cries out as I hit a particular spot in her. “No,” she gasped, “he didn’t. He was always working. Oh, fuck,” as I hit that spot again. “Fuck him,” she cried out.  

“That’s right, kitten. It's just me, fucking you the way you’re supposed to be fuck.”  I lifted her leg to wrap around me, letting me get deeper. “You’re supposed to be worshipped, cherished, wanted.” I sucked on her tit before I kept talking. “Fuck, you’re like a drug that I want to hit all the time. I think I want you on my cock all day every day, keeping me warm.” I pulled out to stop myself from cumming and flipped her to her belly.  I grasped her hips and popped her ass in the air. I sank back into her. Christ, she was tighter this way. “It would feel so good to have you sitting on my cock.” 

“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “I want that, Andy, please.”  

“Good girl. I’ll give you the world.” I could feel the bottom of my spine tingle and I knew I was close. “C’mon kitten, give it to me.  Let go. Let go and I’m yours.” I reached to rub her clit, and she howled at how sensitive she was.  But a few circles and she tighten around my cock before pulsing and fluttering with her orgasm.  “Oh, fuck, YN!” I followed right behind her, emptying myself into her.  

I didn’t wear protection.  

I didn’t much care. I wanted this woman to be my wife, the mother of my children, the first lady of this club, my queen, my goddess, my life.  

She is now mine.  

I pulled out as slowly and as gently as I could, turned her back over and stared down at her. I loved the sated smile that she gave me. “Feel good, kitten?” 

“The best,” she replied, reach up to kiss me.  “I want more,” she whispered.  

“Christ kitten, give a man a chance.”  I don’t know how, she grabbed my half hard cock and pushed it back inside of her and she clenched right then. “Ah fuck! Behave kitten.” I nipped at her neck. 

“Don’t wanna,” she replied as she did it again.  And wouldn’t you know it, I started to get hard again. Fuck it, round two, here we go.  

As I watched my sleeping kitten lay beside me, I couldn’t help but smile. She has no idea. She has no idea how long I wanted her. She doesn’t remember who I am. But I know her husband. And I know her.  

YN. The girl from the bar seven years ago.  When she met her husband.  I saw her first. He made the move first.  

She has no idea how obsessed I am with her.  

How lucky am I that her husband, our former sergeant-in-arms, is a dumb cheating scumbag? He left to be with her, taking a “real job,” wanted to start a family.  But once a man-whore, always a man-whore, I guess.  

When I spotted her entering my bar, I texted Steve, our VP, and mentioned that his best friend’s old lady was here.  Steve messaged back 30 minutes later confirming what I had suspected. He had cheated and he was distraught. He has called Steve to help look for her. But his best friend knew the truth about how he treated his wife and was sick and tired of his shit.  He asked me to keep an eye on her while he “helped” look for her.  

I did so much more than that. At least four rounds of it. And forever to go.  

Looking over at my sleeping goddess one more time, I called Steve. “Prez?” 

“I’m going to take her home in the morning to pack. Make sure the paperwork is ready to go. She gets the money, her car and jewelry. Barnes can have the house.”  

“He’s gonna be pissed.”  

“Then he shouldn't have fucked around. He found out what happens when you don’t hold the one person he should have near and dear to his heart.  She is mine now and I won’t be letting go.  She is my queen, my life and the new first lady of this club.  He wants to fuck around and find out, let him. Get it done, Rogers.”  

“Yes, sir.  Should I let him go?” 

I could hear the muffled sounds in the background. “Not until she’s had a chance to pack in peace. I’m letting her sleep right now. She’s emotional exhausted.” As well as physically, but I wasn’t going to say that. Yet.   

“Did you fuck her Prez?” Fucking mind reader.  Steve’s voice was neutral, not a hit of judgment in it.  He knew that his best friend didn’t deserve this beauty. He had been unfaithful from the beginning. He knew I wanted her. The sound of muffled screams put a smile on my face. Barnes heard the question. And I had the answer.  

“Yep,” and I hung up. My VP knew how we handle cheaters.  We may be a motorcycle club, and we play around as a single man but once we had a woman, we were loyal.  

His loss.  

My gain.  

My girl.  

I kissed her forehead and then her sweet pouting lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten.”  

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