Where We Started (Stone Riders MC, #1)

by Ashley Munoz

I found myself watching to make sure no one else came up, so she’d be safe all night.

“You think I won’t reach in between your tits to grab it?” He stalked closer, a dark glint shining in his eyes. “You must have forgotten how much I enjoyed them, Callie. It would be a fucking pleasure to frisk you.”

“Sometimes rescuing someone can lead to a pretty fun adventure. I bet Peter enjoyed it.” She didn’t ask anything else, and I started to drift off. Right before I fell asleep, I heard her whisper. “I think Wendy loved Peter more.”

“Wesley Ryan.

“Right now, it doesn’t go to anything, but I was thinking maybe one day we can get it made for our house⁠—” Her pink lips parted on a gasp. I shut my eyes and powered on. “You think I want to get rid of you, or throw you back.” I shook my head. “Callie, if you want to use a fishing metaphor, then you’d be the river, not the fish inside it. You cut a path through me, filled it, and now it’s always shifting and moving. I can’t wait to see what our life will look like someday, but for now, I’m happy taking it one day at a time.”

Once you love someone so thoroughly, there’s pieces of you they claim, and whether you work out or not, the tear in your soul can’t be mended.

You clawed me open, Callie Stone, and demanded a position inside as queen of my heart. We can’t be apart. Even in death I’m pretty sure I’d follow you.”

I’d wage war for that girl. I’d go to hell and pick a fight with the devil if I had to. In every scenario, she was on my mind. How to keep her, how to love her, how to make her mine. Nothing would ever change that.

“I never could touch anyone after you. You were my first, and fuck, if you ended up being my only…there would never be another after what we had.”

she’s my entire fucking soul. We’re bound, her and I. In this life, and even in the next. She will haunt me for eternity, and when the devil tries to pry my soul from her grasp, he’ll realize there’s nothing to claim because it’s hers. All I fucking am, and all I ever could be belongs to her.

“You did not lose me, River. You left me.” Stomping past me, she yelled back, “This is impossible. I did lose you. And long before I left. You weren’t coming home, Wes. You were late every night, you seemed to forget that I didn’t want to belong to the club or be forced to go to parties. You forgot that I used to run away from those parties, Wes. I’d run to you, and all the sudden you weren’t there for me. You were the one dragging me into them. You were my safe place, and then everything changed. I did lose you, you’re just too enamored with your new life to see it.”

“Then you’ve got my future, Wes. Either way, I think our story deserves another chapter.”

“I tore it down and rebuilt it here for us, because it’s where we started. It’s our origin story, and if our kids want to play in it one day, then they will.”