Welcome to the Dark Side: A Forbidden Romance (The Fallen Men Book 2)

Five months later.

“Mrs. Garro, I’m happy to be the one to tell you that you are officially in remission.”

I blinked hard at Dr. Radcliffe but Zeus was already up out of his chair and pulling me into his arms to crush me in a hug.

“Seriously?” I squeaked as Zeus squeezed the breath out of me.

Dr. Radcliffe laughed delightedly. “Seriously, Louise. I’m so happy to be able to give you the good news.”

“Not happier than fuckin’ me,” Zeus practically shouted.

I laughed even as I said, “I think I’m in shock.”

“Why? You’ve been doing really well since the incident in January,” he said, referring to the fire that had so brutalized my lungs. “The chemo worked beautifully on the cancer and we’ll obviously keep an eye on your lungs, but this has been a while coming.”

He was right. I’d been feeling like myself again since April but I hadn’t wanted to get my hopes up too high even though each checkup, I’d received good news about my prognosis.

Zeus’s hopes had been high and stayed high the entire time.

And now, he was so happy he looked like an overgrown kid on Christmas morning.

I watched him as he talked to Dr. Radcliffe about follow-up appointments and what I was and was still not allowed to do.

His hair had grown out in the last six and a half months since he’d shaved it for me and it was a wavy, kinking mass to just below his jaw. The gold was coming out in it again now that summer was here and his perpetual tan had caramelized to an even darker tan. He was even bigger now than he had been at the beginning of the year, so broad and quilted with muscle he was a physical threat just standing there. I’d needed to get back into the swing of exercising after the chemo ended and Zeus had taken it upon himself to work out with me each morning before I went to school and he went to work. Most of the time, especially at first, we’d just ended up fucking on the exercise equipment but the rewards of our new early morning routine were especially obvious in him. I’d mapped the growing muscles like a mountain explorer with my teeth, lips and tongue with wifely delight.

My fascination with him only grew deeper each day I spent by his side.

He turned back to look at me as he spoke to the doctor, reaching for my hand to tug me to his side. Even though I was well, and it’d been months since the incident, Zeus never liked to be in a room I was in without being able to touch me.

“Perfect, thanks, Doc,” Z said, offering his rough hand for the medical man to shake.

Dr. Radcliffe was used to us now, his teenage patient and her nineteen years older biker husband, so he didn’t hesitate to grasp that hand and do it with a smile.

“Congratulations, you two. Take the opportunity to celebrate.”

“Oh, we will,” Zeus said on a grin as he scooped me up in his arms and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“Zeus,” I yelled through my laughter as I beat against his back. “Put me down, you monster.”

“Yeah, your monster,” he agreed, practically running out of the doctor’s office and down the stairs to the parking lot. “Your monster who’s gonna celebrate by fuckin’ you right goddamn now.”

I caught my breath when he dropped me onto my little seat on the back of his bike and swung on. Before I could question his intentions, he revved the engine and shot us out of the parking lot.

I screamed in delight as he gunned the engine and took us zooming out onto the highway. We only drove for ten minutes before hitting The Lotus and pulling to the narrow side alley. I was surprised he would have brought us there for the celebration until he grunted, “Closest place to the hospital.”

I laughed at his impatience as he swung off the bike but when I went to get off too, he shook his head. “Gonna fuck you on my bike.”

Sweet Jesus.

He knelt down to pull off my boots and strip off my tank, jeans and panties then gruffly ordered, “Straddle the seat, ass tipped back and hands on the bars.”

“Zeus,” I said like I was going to protest when I really was not.

“Need to take my girl on my Harley,” he muttered, distracted by my naked body as I arched it just to his liking.

He ran his rough fingers down each notch of my spine then dipped them into the shadowed crease between my ass cheeks.

“Already wet,” he hummed with approval. “You like being played with, don’t you, little girl?”

I threw my head back and panted as he sank three thick fingers inside me and circled his thumb at my ass.

“Yes, Z, I fucking love it when you play with me.”

We’d gone two long months without sex at the height of my illness but since then, we’d been fucking like rabbits. I couldn’t get enough of him even though we were having so much sex, I was perpetually sore and swollen between my thighs.

“Wanna take my cock in this sweet little cunt?” he asked darkly, moving around the back of the bike with his fingers churning inside me so that he could straddle the seat as well and grind his jeans clad cock against my ass.

I ground back on it and moaned shamelessly. The cool air of the breeze in the alley pebbled my nipples and I loved knowing that anyone could walk by and see the huge man fucking his little girl on a great big Harley.

I shuddered and creamed all over his fingers.

“That’s it, get this pussy nice and wet for me,” he praised as I heard the telltale clack and release of his belt buckle and then felt his hot flesh against my ass cheeks.

The hand in my pussy disappeared but I could hear him moan as he spread my juices on his cock and gave it a few long pumps with his fist.

“Use me, not your fist,” I complained, canting my hips higher for him.

He jerked off faster. “What if I want to come all over this sweet ass and watch you touch your cunt until you come all over the leather?”

“God, yes, but please next time. I need to come on your cock,” I begged.

“Right answer, little girl,” he growled then planted a hand on my hip and rooted his big cock balls-deep inside of me.

I threw my head back onto his shoulder and tried to grind down on him, but I was too precariously perched on the handlebars with my feet on the foot pegs.

I didn’t need to work because Zeus lifted my ass higher with one hand then started to fuck up into me ruthlessly, his legs long enough to brace himself on the ground as he fucked me into his bike. My tits swung over the handlebars, the peaks catching on the cold metal and pulling them tight.

I moaned and swore and bucked against him.

The hand not on my hips curled around my torso to cup my throat, his thumb at my pulse. “Love hearing my girl moan for me, love feelin’ you alive and burnin’ against me.”

“Fuck,” I cursed as my womb coiled painfully, ready to spring into orgasm. “Zeus, I’m going to come.”

“Do it. Come all over my cock so hard it christens my fuckin’ bike with your juices,” he growled and squeezed slightly at my throat.

The coil released and I came undone, bones rattling under loose muscles as I fucked down against him and clenched him hard with my cunt.

Zeus roared like a triumphant beast as he came a second later, biting down into the junction of my neck and shoulder the way a wild cat would do to still his mate as he bred her.

A shiver rippled down my spine as I collapsed against the bike and Zeus slid his wet cock out of my sex. He cupped me gently in one hand and leaned down to press a kiss to the back of my neck.

Without words, he carefully peeled me off the leather seat and dressed me, his touches reverent as a worshipper attending Madonna. I pressed my hand to his bearded cheek as he knelt before me in a quiet gesture of love.

“Feel alive, little wife?” he asked me.

“Whenever I’m with you,” I told him.

He beamed. “Glad to fuckin’ hear it. Now, we’re late, which is your fault ’cause you’re so fuckin’ edible but we’ve got to hightail it or we’ll miss our appointment and Axe-Man will be fuckin’ pissed.”

“Our appointment?” I echoed as he swung back onto the bike.

He ignored me as he reversed out of the alley and took us back onto the highway and onto the Main Street of Entrance. We stopped in front of a revamped Street Ink Tattoo Parlor, brand-new without a sign of the Nightstalkers trauma.

Zeus got off the bike then plucked me off and put me down on the pavement.

“You wanted a tat for a while now, this is as good a time as any seein’ as mine’ll take ’bout three hours. Just cleared it with the Doc and you’re good to get one now, if you want one,” he explained.

I blinked at him.

I’d wanted a tattoo since Mute died.

He’d come to me in a dream, as he often did, silently standing off to the side of my adventure packed dreams like a sentry. And one time, he’d shown me what he wanted me to get inked on my skin to remember him by.

But, “What are you getting done?”

He grinned at me and for the first time, I thought he looked like his son in all his boyishness. “You’ll see.”

And I did. Because two hours after Nova finished giving me a Mute symbol on the inside of my left wrist, Zeus appeared bare-chested in the main room of the shop and I got my first look at his tattoo.

It was an angel, one inked right over his heart. Her small, detailed face was mine and her hands were raised to cup the scar of the bullet wound Zeus had taken for me nearly eleven years earlier.

“Z,” I breathed as tears compressed my chest.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me into his right side. “My fallen angel.”

“My guardian monster,” I breathed into his mouth as he lowered it onto mine for a kiss.