Nova (MorningStar MC Novels, New Orleans Chapter #2)

Epilogue

“ Y ou can’t fucking keep doing this.” Sarah covers her body with a blanket as I fix my belt and grab my shirt off her floor.

“I’m not doing anything you don’t want me to.” I’m sick of having this argument with her.

She doesn’t want to be my old lady, and I don’t want anyone but her.

She calls it an impasse. I call it fucking bullshit. The number of times we’ve been in church, and my fingers twitch to pull her onto my lap so everyone at the table knows precisely who she fucking belongs, is getting harder and harder to avoid.

“I’m not ready for more yet,” I sigh and sit on the corner of her bed to lace up my boots.

Heard that a few dozen times as well.

“Freckles, I’m trying to respect your request, but this sneaking around behind everyone’s back is getting fucking old. Sooner or later, someone is going to suspect us or, worse, catch us. Then what? I don’t need to be watching for Wrench over my shoulder, especially when I want to claim you.” I stand and grab my cut off the back of her bedroom vanity chair.

“Keep your voice down,” she hisses, looking at her door.

“Or what?” I shake my head and open the door, and she hops out of bed completely naked to close the door before someone sees me.

She lives with her older brother and his family.

Blaze and Dice have twin girls who are asleep a few doors down. So we aren’t being loud, but our voices will carry down the hall if we keep it up with the door open.

“I love you, Noah, but you need to give me more time.” I look at the ceiling as she molds her body around mine.

The body I spent all night pleasuring. The same one I’ve been taking night after night since we were old enough to know how to fuck. We were each other’s first until I went away to join the military. When I returned, our teenage crush became more. I’ve loved Sarah Hamilton since I was sixteen years old.

“I’m tired of waiting.” I cup her face gently and kiss her lips.

“Soon, I promise.” I shake my head.

The plane crash made me realize that life waits for no man.

“No, Sarah, now. We tell them tomorrow, or this is over for good. Life is too short, baby. If you’re unwilling to live it with me, then there’s no point in hiding anymore. You’re either all in or out.” I turn to the window I’ve been sneaking in most of my life and climb down the porch roof with practiced ease.

I walk around the corner, where I hide my bike from view like always, and glance up at her bedroom window, where she watches me leave. This time, instead of waving goodbye, she shuts the window and turns away.

I guess I have my answer.

How do you live with a broken heart? For the first time in my life, I feel like the road name the club gave me, Jester.

A fucking fool.