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  He sped up his rhythm, letting the pleasure intensify. Kat tried to pull her wrists free but Jason held fast, keeping her prisoner. And feeling his powerful hold on her only made her pussy clench in desire.

  Kat felt her entire body rising to each of Jason’s thrusts. With every deep plunge of his cock, she felt her body drowning deeper and deeper into the waves of passion. She was standing right on the precipice of release and Jason was standing right behind her.

  “Ahhh!” Kat cried out, arching her back as release shook her entire body. It felt as if a taut rubberband had come undone and she was slowly shriveling into herself as pleasure deflated and exhausted her. Her body twitched and shuddered with the aftershocks of pleasure.

  Jason continued to thrust into her, rough and hard, until he found his own release. He roared with pleasure as he joined Kat in the haze of satisfaction.

  Gathering her up into his arms, he rolled onto his side and held her close. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as they gathered their breaths.

  “From the moment I saw you two years ago, I knew I loved you,” Jason whispered, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. He held her close to him. “I love you.”

  Kat sighed, feeling happier than she thought humanly possible.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Three months later

  “Thank you to those who have loved Doughy Pop’s through all the years! And thank you to those who are falling in love with Doughy Pop’s now. We are so happy to continue filling your bellies and your hearts with our food and love!” Kat smiled.

  The small crowd outside the diner applauded and cheered as Kat cut the ceremonial ribbon. Two photographers snapped photos as Kat cut the ribbon.

  It was just as she had dreamed. Doughy Pop’s had gained traction through online food blogs and critics. This had caught the attention of several newspapers who were enthralled with the idea of a whole town trying to revitalize itself in one movement.

  The journalists had come to Doughy Pop’s grand re-opening to capture the moment and to learn about the new and improved Peytonville.

  Malcolm grinned cheesily in front of the diner, making sure he was right in front of the camera. Kat laughed and gave him a good shove.

  “Hey!” he protested before fixing his hair and glasses and posing again.

  Dillon stood right behind Malcolm. Still thin from his recent recovery but with a bright healthy blush on his cheeks, Dillon watched with excitement as the town seemed to bustle with a kind of activity he hadn’t seen in months.

  Kat looked out on the town. All the shops had had some kind of work done, big or small. The town looked just like it had always looked through her childhood but just a little more polished, a little more updated.

  Her heart burst seeing the pride and joy on all the faces of Peytonville. They had brought their town back to life. They had worked hard to keep their livelihoods, their homes, and their community. She could see them hardly believing the outcome themselves. And it brought tears to her eyes to see them so happy.

  Her hometown.

  And within her hometown, there was her home.

  She turned and searched through the people standing on the small dais with her. Malcolm, Dillon, Janelle, their new waitress Faye, and their new line cook Linus. And behind them all was her home—Jason.

  She smiled at him and watched with a fluttering heart as he smiled back at her.

  He made a clicking motion with his hands, meaning the cameras. Kat whirled around and smiled some more for the photographers before she was whisked away to be interviewed.

  Opening day was hectic from start to finish. She spoke till she was hoarse with every journalist and townsperson about how happy she was about Peytonville’s return.

  Doughy Pop’s overflowed with people all day. Regular customers admired the new baking display with all her pastries and cakes. They complimented the updated menu and some people declared they had new favorites.

  Within the first four hours of opening, they had completely sold out of her banana walnut muffins and blueberry scones. Janelle flittered from table to table, never having experienced a busy Doughy Pop’s. She clearly was loving the excitement and activity.

  Kat knew her uncle would be so happy to know that his diner, his baby, was back to its old former glory. She knew it had been important to him to keep the place alive. And she hoped she had done good by him.

  For the first time in his life, Dillon got to work at Doughy Pop’s. Kat made sure he stayed behind the counter and mostly just refilled drinks but she could tell by his flushed cheeks and bright eyes that he was loving finally being apart of the family business. She watched as he refilled cokes and coffees while chatting animatedly to customers. She would count her life as blessed if forever after, this could be Dillon’s norm.

  And when the time came to close for the night, it was just Kat and Jason left at the diner, leaning against each other as they sighed in exhaustion at the busy day.

  “I have a surprise,” Kat said, getting up and reaching for something from behind the counter.

  She pulled out a plate with one blueberry scone.

  “I thought these were all sold out,” Jason said, grinning.

  “Well, you get VIP access to all Kat Ryans baked goods,” Kat said, eyes shimmering with love and humor as she pushed the plate forward.

  Jason ignored the fork and picked up the treat with his hand, taking a huge bite. He closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction. “Just as good as always, if not better,” he said.

  Kat laughed. “Sweet talker,” she chided.

  “Only for you,” he said, winking rakishly.

  Kat laughed again.

  “I have a surprise for you too,” Jason said.

  “You do?” she asked, completely surprised. She leaned across the counter, curious as to what it could be.

  Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Kat sucked in a breath, pretty sure she knew what she was seeing but too scared to say it out loud.

  Jason flicked the top open and pushed it slowly across the counter towards her.

  Kat stared in shock at the sparkling diamond ring that glittered even in the dim lights of the closed diner.

  “I feel like I’ve had you in my life for years already,” Jason said quietly. “From the day I met you two years ago, I’ve carried you in my heart every day since then. You’ve shown me over and over again how brave it is to love so completely.” He reached for her hand. “By that standard and any other, you’re the bravest woman I know.”

  Kat bit her lip, not wanting to cry. Her chest felt tight with her bursting heart. She looked up at Jason with all the love shining in her eyes.

  “Will you marry me?” he asked.

  Her mystery customer. Her brave soldier. Her contractor. Her hero. Her knight in shining armor. Jason had become all those things and more to her and she couldn’t imagine a day where she didn’t have him by her side.

  Kat gave a little emotional laugh as she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Of course I will.”

  Jason’s face cracked open into a wide grin as he pulled her further over the counter, kissing her fiercely as he held his fiancée tightly in his arms.

  The soldier had finally come home.

  The End.

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  An Motorcycle Club Romance

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  Table of Content

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Jessa

  “‘And when I can make us one, we’ll be complete,’” Agent Harrison finished reading.

  The FBI agent folded up the note and gave me a frown. The man was in about his mid forties with dark hair and only a brush of gray at his temples. From the back, he would’ve looked to have been twenty years younger. But his face was the dead giveaway. With tired eyes and frown lines etched deeply into his cheeks, he looked like a man who was perpetually put upon. And he was putting those frown lines to good use as he looked at me.

  Sitting back in my hotel sofa, I tried my best to swallow my frustrated sigh and to still my eyes before they rolled. I had read the note already. Several times, in fact. I knew what it said.

  I could see from the corner of my eye Agent Todd, sitting across from me on one of the printed wingback chairs, smothering a smile as if he could tell the extreme restraint I was trying to exert over my natural reactions to his more serious partner.

  I looked at the folded note in Agent Harrison’s hand—another threatening and, quite frankly, creepy note from my stalker. This mysterious stalker had been dropping off notes threatening kidnapping and vague torture to various locations that were somehow related to me like my agent’s office, the front desk of the hotel I happened to be staying at that week, and once, inside the windshield wiper of the black SUV that drove me between engagements.

  Although the notes certainly sounded threatening enough, I had lost my fear over such things years ago.

  As one of the biggest actresses in Hollywood, I was known internationally. I had snagged my first major movie role at sixteen and it had launched me into superstardom. I was now twenty seven. In the intervening eleven years, I’d had countless stalkers and crazed fans try and breach my personal space.

  I’d learned quickly that once you became a hot enough commodity, everyone wanted a piece of you. And I mean, everyone. I’ve had make up artists try and sneak a picture of me when I was sitting in their chairs, bare faced, so they could sell it to a tabloid for a pretty penny. I’ve had personal assistants who’ve slipped me their manuscripts within the first five minutes of working together.

  What was one more stalker note?

  But Agent Harrison and Todd seemed to think otherwise, especially Agent Harrison.

  They had contacted my manager several weeks ago after I had received the second note. The FBI and I have had a close relationship over the years because of all the threatening notes I’ve received. Normally, they just simply increased security during my more high profile events like premiers and red carpet events.

  But for some reason, they found this latest series of notes to be highly suspicious.

  And highly dangerous.

  “Well,” I said calmly, reaching to flip my hair off my shoulder in habit only to realize they were still in rollers, “it sounds like he rather likes me.”

  Agent Todd couldn’t help but grin hearing that.

  But Agent Harrison’s brow only creased further, making it look like he had a permanent dent in his forehead. Did the man never smile? I used to have a secret running joke with myself to see how many times I could make him grunt in dissatisfaction in one meeting.

  My record was six.

  “Miss Blair,” Agent Harrison started in his paternal and slightly patronizing voice, “do I need to remind you again how seriously we at the Bureau take this threat? And we take it on your behalf, I might remind you.”

  That quickly sobered me up.

  It was true. The men and women of the FBI have been carefully keeping tabs on all the crazed fans for me over the years. But I think after over a decade in the business, I could recognize a credible threat from a nonsense one.

  Agent Todd, seeming to sense my distress, interjected, “Miss Blair, I know you’re frustrated with how much this can affect your day to day life. But I promise you, we’d like to figure out who this man is as much as you. And the quicker we do it, the quicker we can slink back out to the peripherals of your life.” He smiled gently at me.

  Younger, he had a classic Midwestern boy look to him. Blonde, blue eyed, and tall, he looked clean and wholesome. It was odd to see him paired with such a grumpy curmudgeon like Agent Harrison. I wondered what their conversations must be like in the car.

  I smiled back, recognizing the smooth diplomacy he was trying to inject into the conversation. “I would like this man caught as well,” I agreed. “But it seems this is taking a lot longer than usual.”

  Normally, most stalkers could be caught within a few weeks at most. And if they were really posing a threat, a restraining order would be requested. In the past eleven years, I’ve had to impose thirteen restraining orders. Like I said, this wasn’t new to me.

  Agent Todd nodded in agreement. “You’re right,” he said. “It is taking longer than usual. That’s why we’re a little concerned. It shouldn’t take us this long to find an average Joe Schmo with a starlet crush. It’s odd that we have yet to get one lead on him.”

  Although I resented being called a starlet since I viewed myself as a very old veteran of the business despite my age, I was startled by everything else he said. It was news to me.

  After all, this was the sixth note I’d received from him. They should’ve at least found a few clues on him, if nothing else.

  Raising a brow, I asked, “You don’t have any leads on him?”

  Agent Harrison shook his head. “No. And that is why we would really appreciate your compliance with us.” He emphasized ‘appreciation’ in a way to show that he really didn’t so much appreciate my compliance more than irritatingly expect it.

  A door opened and closed from behind the agents. They immediately turned, their bodies tensed.

  I marveled at their readiness and also their wariness of a hotel penthouse suite surrounded by security. The President would
have a hard time coming in without proper credentials.

  In any case, it wasn’t the leader of the free world. It was Marsha, my make up girl. She gave me a look and then tapped her watch. I was due downstairs for the press conference for my latest film soon. And I needed a touch up, my hair was still in rollers, and I had no shoes. My bare feet were curled under me on the plush sofa.

  Looking at the two men in black suits and me in my designer white dress with red flowers, it looked as if we were having a sophisticated cocktail party instead of discussing a crazed stalker who seemed to have every intention of kidnapping and possibly killing me.