Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (26 page)

Her
chatter fades as I storm away from his office, my mind swirling with anger and half-formed
plans.

Hans’
shares are gone, already in Edward’s hands, which means my hopes of saving the
company by blocking the sale that way are lost. And Evelyn was right—even with
those shares, there was no guarantee we could save things if Edward did leak
the news of my MC involvement. So I get why she thought that going over to him
was the only option. She was trying to save the company. To save me. I
appreciate the thought, but I’ll let the whole place burn before I let her go
back to that psychopath. There might not be many options left to me, but I’ve
never let that stop me before. I don’t give up, no matter what the odds.

Edward
wants a fight, I’ll give him a fight. I’ll bring it right to his front door,
and I no longer care what it costs me.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN

EVELYN

Even though my bag is
packed and I’ve been staring at it for the last twenty minutes, I’m having a
hard time actually picking it up and leaving. Even if I hadn’t told Edward I
would be there tonight, I have a more important reason not to dawdle. Eventually,
Sebastian is going to find that note and come after me, and I know that if he
finds me, there’s a good chance he can change my mind.

Is
that why I’m stalling? Am I hoping for him to ride in on his motorcycle, like a
knight on a horse, and save me from my own choice?  I can’t let him do that. Deciding
to give in to Edward was the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make, but it was
either that or let him destroy Sebastian’s entire life. In the end, that’s no
choice at all. I could never live with myself if I let that happen.

No,
I can’t let Sebastian change my mind. I have to go now, before he shows up. I’ve
been half-expecting the phone to ring and security to tell me he’s down there. Half-hoping.
But enough is enough. It’s time to go.

I
grab my bag and head to the door, trying to avoid the feeling that I’m a death
row inmate walking to the execution chamber. I have to remind myself that this
isn’t the end. I’ll figure out a way to get out of this eventually. Edward will
likely get bored of me eventually, or maybe Sebastian will be able to
strengthen Piston enough that they can hold off a takeover threat more easily
in the future. Maybe I can figure out a way to get my hands on the evidence
that Edward has about Sebastian’s involvement with the MC. Plenty of things I
can focus on to keep my mind off of my situation.

At
least, until I have to head home with him.

I
can’t help the shudder that runs through my body. That’s definitely not
something I need to think about right now. But how can I not? What if he expects
me to sleep with him tonight? My knees feel suddenly weak and I stop before I
even make it to my front door.

How
can I go through with this? Working for him is one thing, but how can I go back
home with him? How can I go to bed with him?

My
breath seems to be coming in gasps and I reach out, steadying myself on the
wall before I can’t stand anymore. I sink to my knees and feel the sting of
tears as they burn my eyes. Once I let them fall, I begin to sob
uncontrollably.

It
doesn’t feel like I’m at it for too long when I hear my front door burst open
and I lift my head. Sebastian’s blurry silhouette is standing in the doorframe.
By the time I blink away the tears enough to see him clearly, he’s crossed the
hall and is kneeling down next to me, his large and powerful arms pulling me
close and holding tight. He’s the last person I wanted to show up right now,
but it doesn’t stop me from pressing my face into his chest and continuing to
cry, although now some of the tears are of relief. It’s stupid though. He can’t
save me from my decision. We both know it’s the only choice.

Still,
I love that he’s here.

“You’re
not going back to him.”

His
words are soft, but determined. I let them spread out around me, the thought of
what they represent comforting me for a brief moment, even though I know they
aren’t true. I just want to feel like they are for a moment longer. I want to
at least feel like Sebastian is going to save me in the way I’ve been
daydreaming about ever since I called Edward to give up.

We’re
still for a few more minutes until my sobs have stopped and his shirt is
completely soaked from my tears before I push back enough to look up at him. His
dark eyes are intense as he returns my gaze, as usual I can feel them pushing
and probing me, likely watching to see whether or not I’m going to argue with
him.

“We
both know I have to do this,” I finally say. His eyes give nothing away, but
his mouth gets tighter.

“No,
you don’t.”

“Don’t
make this harder than it already is, Sebastian. How did you get up here,
anyway? How do you always manage to get past security? I didn’t order a pizza
this time.”

The
smile he gives me never touches his eyes. “Security would never be able to hold
me back from seeing you. And neither will Edward. I don’t think you realize
this, Eve, but I don’t back down from fights. I never have, and I’m not about
to start now. Not with everything at stake.”

“That’s
just it, Sebastian.
Everything
is at stake. It’s not just you and me,
this time. It’s everything you’ve built before you even met me. The MC, your
company…”

“I
didn’t build the MC, and a lot of those guys would be more than happy to see me
go. I was fighting that problem long before you got here. This shit with
Edward… it might give a bit of fuel to that fire, but if I was going to lose
the MC, it wouldn’t be entirely his doing. As for Piston… yeah, I built it, and
that was important to me. It was the first thing I’d ever really built on my
own, and to see it succeed and be a part of that meant a lot to me. It made me
a lot of money, it gave a lot of people jobs, but in the end, it’s become just
another secret I have to keep. Another thing that keeps me from ever really
letting anyone into my life.

“I
thought I was okay with that. I thought I’d always be okay with that. I’d never
met anyone in my life that has made me question any of that. I’d never felt the
desire to let anyone in on both halves of my life. I never trusted anyone
enough with those secrets. Until you, that is.”

I
reach forward and touch his face, running my palm along the stubble on his
cheek, feeling the sharp angles of the bones underneath his skin. “You didn’t
really have a choice,” I counter. “I stumbled upon those secrets.”

He
nods. “At first, yes. And it’s true, my initial feeling was a fear of being
exposed. But I could have minimized the damage. I could have kept you at arm’s
length, maybe I could have made something up to explain some of it. But I’m a
pretty good judge of character, Eve, and the more I got to know you, the more I
wanted to share with you. The more I felt comfortable in the fact that you
already knew, instead of feeling panicked at the thought that I could be
exposed. Soon I just wanted to tell you everything. Have you share in
everything. Things felt lighter every time I did, and I felt happier. I still
do. Not just at having
someone
know them, but at having
you
know
them.”

Hearing
the words fills me with both joy and sadness.

“Sebastian…”

“No,
I don’t want to hear it,” he says.

“But—”
This time, he stops me by leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine. They’re
hard and soft at the same time, and their warmth makes me melt against him. I
want to argue more, but my thoughts are fuzzy, which I’m sure is his intention.

When
he finally pulls back from me, it takes me a moment to catch my breath. When I
do, my thoughts start to form again. I’m not done arguing.

“I
can’t ask you to give everything up for me. This is my fault, Sebastian. All of
it. I brought Edward’s wrath down on you. I showed up at the bar that day after
you told me not to, and you wouldn’t have had to hit him if I didn’t. Then he
wouldn’t have been provoked enough to have you followed, or investigated… he
would never have figured any of this out. I know the MC are like your family,
and Piston is almost like your child…”

“Stop,”
he says, shaking his head. “Don’t you get it? Having a family, or at least
someone like you to share my life with, that’s something I never even knew I
wanted. Yet I did… deep down. That’s why I was filling that void with
everything else. The MC, Piston, those were all so important to me because I
didn’t have anything else. But with you, I realize how unimportant those things
really are. If I have to trade, I give them all up if it means I get to spend
the rest of my life with you. Happily and without reservation.”

I
can’t stop staring at this man that is so much the opposite of anything I ever
thought I wanted, but the more he speaks the more I realize that I feel the
same way. Sebastian is powerful and smart and sexy as hell, and I’ve never felt
as alive as I do when I spend time with him. I’ve never been as happy.

“Tell
me you don’t feel the same way.”

It’s
a challenge, and I can tell by the way he is looking at me that he asked the
question because he can already see the answer.

“I
can’t.”

“Then
you’re not going back to Edward. We’re going to fight this together, which
means that we can’t actually lose. Because even if he beats us and destroys
everything else, I’ll still have you, and that means I haven’t lost anything at
all.”

I
instantly know it’s true. Whatever Edward is going to do to us, if Sebastian is
ready to meet it head-on, then so am I. As long as he is by my side.

When
his lips brush against mine, I don’t hold back. There’s no reason to. This is
where I’m meant to be, and this is who I’m meant to be with. Edward is a
problem for another time, the only thing I need to think about now is this. Sebastian.

Sebastian
seems almost possessed with desire, as if the thought of me going back to
Edward has turned him into some kind of animal. As soon as I give into his
kiss, his rough hands nearly tear the clothes from my body and we don’t even
make it to the couch. We land somewhere between my TV and coffee table, my bare
back against the roughness of the old throw rug that has followed me since I
moved out of my apartment in Toronto.

I
don’t even need to help him with his own clothes, as they seem to disappear
from his body just as fast. Before I know it, he’s inside of me and both of us
are gasping at the indescribable sensation of melding into one being.

Each
thrust of his body pushes me down against the floor, pinning me under a
mountain of masculinity as my mouth is invaded by his tongue at the same time
his cock invades my core. I dig my nails into the flesh of his back, urging him
forward, demonstrating my own need and desire. His lips move to my neck now,
biting along my skins, his hands squeezing my breasts and nipples, and each
thrust pressing him deeper inside of me. As much as I want this to go on
forever, I also want to feel him come, to have him explode inside of me and
fill me with his scorching heat.

Before
he does, I feel him slip out and his hands grasp my side, rolling me over until
I’m on my stomach. His powerful arm slips around my waist, lifting me up, and
then he slides back into me, this time even deeper than before. “Fuck,” I
whisper as his hand dips between my lips to tease along my swollen clit. My
back arches to meet him with each meeting of our hips, my ass slamming against
his hip bone. My arms move above my head to support myself as I lift my chest
off of the ground. As soon as I do, my swaying breasts are caught by his free
hand, letting him massage them as the blood rushes down to fill my nipples.

I
can feel his chest against my back now, his sweat and muscles lightly brushing
against me as he leans over with each thrust. His breathing is fast, but not
fast enough to catch me. An orgasm wells up from deep inside of my body, drawn
out by his expert fingers and pounding cock, and I don’t care how loud I am or
how thin the walls of my apartment are as I let out a scream of primal desire. I’m
awash with pleasure and emotion, so much so that I almost miss Sebastian’s own
orgasm. It’s not until his hands leave their posts to grasp my hips that I’m
brought back to reality enough to realize he’s stopped moving against me.

Once
I can concentrate though, I can feel him pulsing inside of me, filling me. Marking
me.

I’m
Sebastian’s now, and no matter what Edward tries to do, I always will be
Sebastian’s.

The
only question is, what will be the price we have to pay?