Free Reverence: MC Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 3) by Davida Lynn Page A

Anything could happen, and there was no way I was going to chance never seeing Romero again.

    The miles ticked off as I got closer and closer to Davis. I didn't think of it as home, at least not my parents’ house. It was hard to imagine ever stepping foot in that place again. I might have to, if circumstances came down to it, but I wouldn't enjoy it one bit.

    As soon as I left Faith’s house, I called Romero and told him about the plan. He protested like I’d expected him to do. I ignored, like he should have expected. Things could be ended without bloodshed, and I had the power to stop that. I could bring order to the two warring biker gangs that might actually last.

    He tried to change my mind by telling me how dangerous it was. I already knew. I knew that my father could do anything. He tried, but finally Romero agreed to meet me before dawn.  

    I thought about what I wanted to do with my life after the Devil’s Branch. I wasn’t studying anything in particular at U.C., and I was going to have to settle on something soon. The thought came to me that I might have to transfer or start from scratch. I knew that Romero would go with me wherever I wanted. He had mentioned the beach, and that was sounding better with every passing mile. I sighed and looked down at the nav screen. I still had over one hundred miles to go.

    I crept through the streets of Davis. The BMW would allow me to be completely inconspicuous, but I was still nervous as I headed toward the park. I had to see Romero, and it was the only place that I felt safe. I parked along a side street and locked Faith’s car. I walked toward the batting cages.

    Yellow tape surrounded the spot where Ty and Romero had fought. The memory grabbed at my heart, its claws digging in. I turned away, moving to the other side of the batting cages. I didn’t see him around anywhere, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Romero was very good at blending in. I assumed it was part of his military training. He rarely talked about it, and I asked about it even less.

    My phone vibrated.

    Romero: in the dugout.

    I headed on until I saw a faint light ahead of me. I picked up speed, just in case there were strangers’ eyes on me. I knew they weren’t there. It was nothing but my suspicions and nerves getting the better of me. Romero would’ve known if anyone else was in the area.

    Inside the dugout, I threw my arms around him. Feeling his heart beat against my chest was such a relief. “Oh my god, it is so good to see you. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to again.”

    His arms felt so good around me. “Julie, Julie, Julie. When did you turn into Rambo?”

      I kissed his lips, his cheeks, and just above each eye. I felt like I was taking in his body for the first time. Each kiss felt so stolen and fresh. I pulled back briefly. “Romero, no offense, but I don’t want to talk. We’ll have time for that, but right now, what I want doesn’t involve words.”

    There was just a hint of light, but it was enough for me to see the grin on his face. “Oh, what does it involve?”

    I trailed a finger down his chest. The t-shirt clung to his muscles brilliantly. I let out a soft moan as my finger reached the top of his jeans. I undid his buckle, letting the heavy clasp fall to either side. As my finger continued down to his hardness, I smiled up at him. “Something we should have done a long, long time ago. Romero, I’m so ready for you to fuck me.”

    “Is that so?”

    “Jesus, yes.”

    Romero raised his arms as I pulled his shirt over his head. “Well, then I guess we should stop using our mouths.”  

    He tried to pull me toward. his lips, but I pulled away. “Oh no, I’ll be using my mouth.”

    As I sunk downwards, I laid kisses on his warm skin. A moan came from some deep place inside of me. I felt so powerful as I unbuttoned Romero’s jeans. I knew it was going to happen, but I wanted us to have a little bit of fun, first. My mouth watered as