Chapter 10

TEN

KYLE

The last timeI slept beside a man, it was against my will. In fact, I can't remember a time when I wasn't sleeping beside a man against my will. I've been running, being dragged back, and running again from Xavier for four years. That's a long time not to be a willing participant in anything like this.

But last night was amazing—beyond amazing. I don't even know if there is a word that could describe the way I felt when I closed my eyes in this man"s arms. But as my eyelids flutter open, I look down at his hand curled around my breast, and I realize that what I felt last night does not compare to the way I am feeling at this moment—waking up in his arms.

"Morning, baby," he murmurs.

I feel his lips touch the shell of my ear. There is a moment of silence before I turn around in his arms. My gaze lifts, finding his, and I miss the weight of his arm around me, his hand on my breast, but there is something infinitely better about looking into his eyes.

"Good morning," I whisper.

He arches a brow. It makes me think that he wants me to say something else. So, I take the chance.

"Rider."

His lips curve up into a grin, and he leans forward, touching his mouth to mine. His hand slides down from my cheek, passing by my throat, down my arm, and then it slides between my legs.

I gasp, and he takes my lips parting as an invitation to slip his tongue inside of my mouth and taste me. I don't protest, although I'm sure my breath isn't that great after a whole shift at work and then sleep.

I'm without a doubt positive that I don't smell that great, either. I usually take a shower right after work, but last night's activities didn't allow for that. But as his fingers begin to move between my legs, all thoughts of showers and morning breath completely vanish.

He breaks the kiss, and his mouth moves down my jaw as his fingers continue to work between my thighs. His thumb presses against my clit, making firm circles. But when his two fingers slip inside of me, he curls them, and I can't stop the moan from escaping my lips.

"Rider," I whisper.

He hums but doesn't stop his ministrations. Lifting my arms between us, I curl my fingers around his shoulders, arching my back. Tilting my head backward, I open my eyes as I look up at the ceiling.

My hips move without me being in control of them.

I'm sensitive, sore, and on the verge of an orgasm.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do next. I am a ball of nervous energy—it consumes me—wholly. I want to beg him for more, but if I do, then it will be over. I want a lot. I want everything all at once. A million times over and over, never ceasing.

When it becomes too much, the pressure, the pain, the need… only then do I beg. "Please." The whisper comes from the tip of my tongue, filling the room, but then again, it almost feels as if I'm screaming it at the same time.

I don't know which way is up, if I'm coming or going… but when his thumb gently flicks my clit, I know that I'm done for.

I come.

Hard.

My entire body trembles.

I can't control myself. It's as if some other person takes control of my body because I push him onto his back. His hand falls from between my legs as I climb on top of him. Straddling him, I, for whatever reason, take control.

I've never taken control of anything in my life, except when I left Xavier, the first, second, even fifth time. So, I guess this is the second instance I've taken control, and I do that by sinking down along Rider's length and taking him inside of me.

My head falls back as I let out a moan.

Rider's fingers grip my waist, holding me down along his length. I dip my chin to look down into his eyes and place my palms on his chest. I try to move, but he doesn't allow me to. He grins up at me, his gaze dancing as he watches me.

"You feel good, baby."

Oh my God.

Baby. He's said it a few times, but this is different. I don't know why, but I love it.

All of it.

The whole sentence.

"Rider," I exhale.

He chuckles, flexing his fingers against my waist as he begins to move me the way he wants. I let him, my control completely given back over to him. It's better when he's in charge anyway.

I keep my hands on his chest, my head falling back between my shoulders, and I let out a heavy breath as he moves my hips the way he wants. My nails dig into his chest. Each roll of my hips causes my breath to hitch. I'm so sensitive that I don't know if I'll even feel comfortable at all.

Then it happens.

Warmth slides throughout my entire body, and I let everything go and accept what he's giving me. All of me. And when I do, when I force my body to relax, only then do I feel a heat glide through every cell.

My hips begin to move, searching for my release. I can't help myself. I have to come again. It becomes almost a need. A want that I can't control. My hips jerk, I buck, I physically beg, and then I straighten my head, lowering it slightly as I look down at him. And that's when I verbally beg.

"Please, Rider. I need to come."

As much as I want to believe that my words come out as a normal statement, by the time they reach my ears, they sound like a whine. I hate that, but I'm too desperate to care. Rider slides his hand from my waist to the center of my back and glides it up until he curls his fingers around the back of my neck.

GNAW

Kyle comes again.

Fucking beautiful.

She falls down against my chest, burying her face in my neck as I lift my hips and fuck her from beneath. She moans, her tongue tasting my throat. Fucking hell, I cannot remember the last time I woke up with a woman and fucked her again instead of kicking her out.

Years. It's been years since I've done that.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close to my chest as I come deep inside of her. I'm sure we should have a birth control talk at some point, considering I came inside her bare twice.

I'm not sure I really fucking care, though. I'm thirty-two, and if my kid comes into this world, I don't think I would be sad about it, even if I don't know Kyle that well. I want kids, I want a woman, I want it all. Maybe this all seems so fucking attainable because I'm finally ready for it.

Kyle lifts her head, and her eyes find mine, but she doesn't have a smile on her face. Instead, she appears almost upset.

Tangling my fingers in her hair, I slightly tug her head backward. "What?" I demand.

"I don't know what you do…" she begins. "For a living, that is. I have no idea what you do for work."

Letting out a laugh, I grip her hair a bit tighter, then roll us over so she's on her back and I'm between her thighs. My cock slides out of her, and as much as I want to mourn the loss, I don't have time to think about it because she is bothered by the fact that she doesn't know what I do for a living.

"I'm in the Dark Horse MC," I state.

She blinks, her brows knitting together almost immediately. "I don't understand. Is that a job?" she asks.

I hum, sliding my hand around the side of her throat. My fingers curl around the column, and I gently squeeze there, looking into her eyes. She's so fucking beautiful and so goddamn clueless at the same time.

Sure, Kyle has seen some shit, she's going through it, too, but she is not part of my world, that much is clear.

"It's my job—well, it's my club, but that's how I make money. Doing jobs for the club."

She nods a couple of times, then lets out a heavy breath. "I just don't understand it," she says. "Can you explain it?" she asks.

If there was anyone I wanted to explain it to, it would be her. But I can't. It's not hers to know. There's only one thing I can do, and that is to introduce her to the two women who could explain it the best.

I would never do that if I didn't think she was old lady material, but she is. Kyle is without a doubt my woman. I didn't know it could happen so fast, but it really has, and I feel like an idiot about the whole thing.

There is no way in fuck that I could have truly fallen for her so quickly, but I have fallen.

"How about I introduce you to some of the other women? They can answer your questions," I offer.

She frowns, then smiles softly. "Okay, I guess."

"You'll like them," I rasp. "They're good girls. One of them owns the fancy bakery downtown. She's just had a baby. The other one works at the bakery with her. She's got a son and a baby on the way."

Kyle's eyes widen. "I walked by that bakery the other day when I was exploring Pineville a little. It's really nice."

"Shawn is great. She's the owner. Ryan is nice, too. I've known her since we were kids."

Kyle's eyes widen. "Since you were kids?" she asks on a whisper.

I hum, touching my mouth to hers again. "Tell me something about you, like that. I've known Ryan since we were little. Shawn is one of the guy's wives. Tell me something."

Her gaze searches my own in the silence that follows, and then she lets out a sigh. "My past isn't something I like to talk about," she whispers.

"But if I don't know fuck all about you, how are we supposed to move forward together?"

Kyle's breath hitches. I'm not sure what I expect, but it's not the frown she gives me. She lets out a heavy sigh as if this is the last conversation she would ever want to have, and I'm forcing it out of her.

"I come from shit parents. I have a shit ex, and now I'm here. There really isn't much to tell."

"He hurt you?" I demand. Her eyes shift to the side, and that's when I know everything I need to know. "He hurt you," I grind out.

"Doesn't matter. He's gone now."

"He dead?"

She gasps. "No, he's not dead."

"Then it matters," I snap. "If he's breathing, it fucking matters."

I'm filled with rage just at the thought of another man even looking at her, let alone touching her. What the actual fuck? Then a thought enters my mind. I think about keeping it to myself and just researching it, but I decide to ask her instead.

"Are you on the run from him?"

Her eyes widen. She sucks in a breath, holding it as she stares at me. Fuck me. She is on the run.

"What the fuck, baby?" I demand, trying not to be completely fucking pissed off but being fucking completely pissed off at the whole situation.

"I never planned on meeting you," she whispers.

Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers. "You met me, Kyle. And I got you."