A New Day (Knights Disciple Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton

any concern of being heard. She had just enough consciousness to pump her leg as he had to agitate his climax as he exploded within her.
     
    “Oh my God,” he prayed as he convulsed as helplessly as she was. They writhed and wailed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over them. Finally they were still as they enjoyed their pleasure ebb, wonderful to the last pump. He thought to grab the blanket and cover their tangled bodies. They remained entwined. He buried his face in the chaise and stroked her hair blindly. She loved him touching her. She reached for her hand and savored the feel of his warm soft skin against her fingertips.
     
    Fully recovered he now looked her in the eye. “So, what happened yesterday?” he asked softly.
     
    She gathered her thoughts. “I think when we were at the bar, I saw a side of you I hadn’t expected.”
     
    “Did I scare you?” he asked patiently, toying with her hair.
     
    “Yes I think so, maybe, yeah,” she replied.
     
    “I had to defend us,” he answered.
     
    “I get that,” she said. “Were you hard on Lucas?”
     
    “Yes, but not abusive verbally or physically. Lucas is a good kid. He needs some male role models. If he doesn’t get one that he trusts, he is going to look to a gang for direction. I think that was how that happened. He is looking for identity and direction.”
     
    Laura drew back and studied him. “I am the forensic criminology student. ‘Identity and direction’ are words that someone in my line of work my use. So that brings me to another question. Will Shriner, who are you?”
     
    He smiled. “What do you mean, exactly?”
     
    “I mean how is it you don’t have a nine to five like the rest of us?” she asked.
     
    “How long as that one been bothering you and you didn’t ask,” he chastised her.
     
    “I just wonder every once in a while, but then we get caught up again,” she said. “And I love being caught up, by the way.”
     
    “I do, too,” he said, his eyes twinkled. “So, what do I do for a living?”
     
    “Yes,” she answered.
     
    “I am retired. I was a police detective. I was married for ten years and she died during a routine tonsillectomy. She was brain damaged under anesthesiology and put on life support and eventually died. This is my parents’ house. I have no mortgage and I got a major award for my wife’s death. I invest and so I don’t have to work. I spend my time doing community service and riding bikes,” he said matter-of-factly.
     
    “I am sorry I asked. That’s very sad,” she said.
     
    “You should be spanked,” he winked. Laura drew in a deep breath. “I’m teasing, sweetheart. You can ask me anything you like. I know this is a very unusual beginning, but it is a beginning. I like you. A lot.”
     
    “Me too,” she said and kissed him.
     
     
     

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
     
    They dressed and went into the house for pancakes. Laura braced herself to face her younger brother, if he was awake, after Will’s and her boisterous performance. Will and Laura fawned all over each other as they made breakfast together. Something about the light streaming through the window made Laura check the time. It seemed like Lucas should be awake by now since he went to bed at the same time that she did. She broke from Will to check on him.
     
    Laura returned to the kitchen almost immediately, stunned. She felt faint as she felt the blood slowly draining from her face.
     
    Will turned to her. “What the heck?” he asked.
     
    “Lucas isn’t in his bed,” she answered.
     
    On perfect cue, Lucas walked through the front door. “Hello?” he called. Laura rushed to him and was met with a wall of liquor and cigarette fumes. He had snuck out after he pretended to go to bed. He reacted to the disappointment on her face. “What?”
     
    “You are a high school student. It is against the law,” she began.
     
    “Oh come on. A ton of kids party. It’s normal,” he protested.
     
    “Not my kid,”