Chapter 12

TWELVE

KYLE

This man makes me feel,without a doubt, giddy. I have never had these feelings before, not even when I was sixteen years old and met Xavier for the first time. I was an idiot teenager, and yet, I did not have the same sparkling sensations as I do right now with Rider.

I think about jumping on his bike and riding away with him, but I know I need my car for tomorrow. Rider walks me out to my car and stops at the side before he shifts me around. My back is pressed against the door, and I watch as he dips his chin slightly.

Rider's lips touch mine, brush my own, and then he speaks against my mouth. "I'll see you at the motel, yeah?"

They aren't the most romantic words in the world, but I really like them. So, I answer him. "Yeah, I'll be there."

He releases me and takes a step backward, and then another. I watch as he straddles his machine. I open the car door and let out a sigh as I sink down in the front seat. Shoving my key in the ignition, I turn it before the engine roars to life.

Instead of Rider following me tonight, I follow him. I watch as he moves through traffic, and although it appears scary as hell, he has no issues splitting lanes and being an absolute menace.

Pulling up to the motel, I park in my usual spot and turn the engine off. I reach out, wrap my fingers around the handle, and gently tug it open, then unfold from the seat and make my way toward the room and unlock it.

"I'm going to be out of pocket for a little bit," Rider states. "Just a few days, nothing crazy."

We step into the room, and as I lock the door behind us, I can't help but think about him being gone for days, especially after that break-in. I don't want him to be gone at all, let alone for days. My heart slams against my rib cage, threatening to burst out and land on the floor in front of me.

"Where are you going?" I demand.

My voice comes out just as panicked and terrified as I feel. He stares at me. His brows snap together as he watches me in what I can only guess is confusion. We don't know one another at all. He has no clue why I'm panicked, and I can only assume that right now, he's wondering why he's here at all.

But then something in his expression shifts. He takes half a step toward me, then another before he stops. He's standing directly in front of me, his eyes focused on mine, and he dips his chin slightly.

He misreads me, and I'm glad for it. I know it because his next words are… playful. It's not what I expect at all.

"Are you going to miss me already, baby?" he asks, his tone sugary sweet.

"Yes," I exhale.

It's not a lie.

I am going to miss him and all the beautiful things he does to me in bed, but I'm mostly going to miss the security and safety that his presence brings. He lifts his hand, his index finger extending as it touches just beneath my chin.

"It's just a few days, Kyle," he murmurs, shifting his face forward before he touches his lips to mine.

As soon as his tongue slips into my mouth, all thoughts of him leaving vanish. All I can think about is his mouth on mine and his hands everywhere. His body pressed against my own—inside of my own.

I want it all, and I want it right now.

I want everything… immediately.

Nothing else matters.

I close my eyes as he nibbles on my bottom lip to break the kiss. Then my head falls backward as his mouth begins to travel down my body. He slowly sinks to his knees, and I reach for him, gripping his leather vest to try and pull him up, but it doesn't work.

His hands begin to open my pants, tug them down, and free my legs from them. Rider tosses my pants and my underwear somewhere in the room, and then he slides his hand up the back of my thigh, wrapping his fingers around the back of my knee before he picks my leg up and drapes it over his shoulder.

"Rider," I protest on a heavy breath.

I just ran around a bar for hours. There is no way that I smell or taste fresh. I wrinkle my nose just thinking about that, but as his tongue slides through my center, he lets out a moan, and every self-doubt I had vanishes because that felt amazing.

My hips roll against his mouth. I cannot believe we're doing this like this—standing, but we are. I close my eyes, welcoming everything. My fingers curl around his shoulders for stability, and I begin to move. He moans again.

I've never felt so brazen before, but he makes me feel that way and a million other ways. Tipping my chin, I look down at him. His eyes find mine as his mouth and tongue work between my legs, my hips rolling to search for pleasure.

But as our eyes connect, I realize that this is hotter than any other action. Our eyes are on one another as his mouth works my pussy—phenomenal. His tongue doesn't stop moving, and I can't help myself from grinding against his face.

I am so close.

His hands slide up the backs of my thighs, and then I feel them grip my ass. His fingers dig into the flesh, and that's when it happens. My orgasm rolls through me like a car on a Sunday drive.

Slow and steady, just taking its time, consuming all of me and everything around me.

It's perfect.

And I know I want it again. And again. And again.

Rider is everything.

I am going to miss him because I'm falling in love with him, even though that probably makes me the biggest idiot on this whole planet. I don't think I care. Nobody ever said that I was a perfect judge of character.

But I feel like I am better at picking a good person rather than a complete piece of shit.

And boy, oh boy, is Rider good… at everything.

GNAW

Picking her boneless body up,I carry her to the bed, but I don't lay her down on her back. Instead, I set her down on her feet, turn her around, and place my hand on the center of her back. Gently, I apply pressure and bend her over the bed.

She gasps, but I don't stop. Gripping her hips, I align my cock with her center and bury myself deep inside of her. She takes me easily, her body primed and ready for my intrusion. She gasps but otherwise doesn't say anything.

There is a moment of silence. One where I just let myself enjoy the feeling of her warm cunt wrapped around me. Slowly, I begin to move. She's already come, so the pressure of that is off, except I want her to come again.

As I move my hips, I tip my chin down, watching my cock move in and out of her. I'm already drenched with her wetness. I fit perfectly inside of her, as if I was made just for her body. There is nobody else for me but her.

Kyle reaches her arms out, gripping the sheets as she pushes back against me. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck me. I stay where I am, my hips flexed as she does just that. She works herself up, moving harder and faster, slamming her ass against me over and over.

"Play with yourself, Kyle," I grind through my teeth.

I can't even open my mouth. I can't fucking move. If I do, my dick is going to go off like a firecracker. I am ready as fuck to come. But I want this first. I want her to come all over me. She doesn't even hesitate, doesn't pause.

One of her hands disappears between her legs, and I feel her nails gently glide across my balls. Moaning, I can't let her have control for another second.

Gripping her hips, I take over. She moves her fingers between her legs, and I fuck her hard and fast, chasing my orgasm. My balls draw up, my back tingles, and the second Kyle's pussy clamps down around me, I come.

Hard.

I don't move. I can't. She milks me as I tremble in place. I don't think I've ever felt this before. I could crawl inside of her right now, and it wouldn't be enough. The only noises that are heard in this room are our panting breaths.

Eventually, I soften and slip from her body, and only then do I take a step back from her. I take that time to undress completely, considering my jeans are at my ankles, and I'm still wearing my shirt and cut.

As I finish undressing, I watch Kyle shakily walk to the bathroom. She closes the door and does whatever the fuck she needs to do. I crawl into bed, throwing the sheet over my lap, and position the pillows behind my back as I lean against the headboard.

Kyle opens the bathroom door, and my dick twitches at the sight of her. She's got her hair messy from our fuck, her face soft, and she's naked.

Amazing.

She makes her way toward me, climbs onto the bed, and silently slides up beside me, wraps her arm around my waist, and places her head against my chest.

"When do you leave?" she asks, her voice soft and sleepy.

I run my fingers through her hair. She lets out a heavy sigh, then flexes her arm around me. I enjoy running my fingers through her hair, feeling the softness of the strands.

"I gotta head out in a few hours," I murmur.

"No rest for the wicked," she says, lifting her head and resting her chin on my chest. She's wearing a smile, her eyes searching mine for a moment.

I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and grip her gently there. "Yeah. Hopefully, I'll be done with it all soon and right back here."

"Rider?"

I hum, unable to look away from her gaze. She smiles before her face grows almost solemn. Arching a brow, I watch her for a long moment, waiting for her to continue.

Finally, she does. "What are we? I mean, I don't know you well enough to really be anything, but at the same time, what is this?" she asks.

I could tell her that we are whatever I say we are. That there is no defining what we are because we're fucking adults. I don't do boyfriend/girlfriend shit, never have and never will. But something tells me that Kyle is not going to be okay with any of that.

This is a woman who not only needs but also deserves more. I don't want to make any kind of false promises. Though, that also would not be right. So, as I stare at her, as I watch her, I wonder what would be fair or right.

My lips twitch into a small smile as I think about what to tell her, but instead of trying to come up with anything, I just say the truth. The truth is always best anyway, isn't it? It should be.

"I don't know what we are, babe," I begin. "But I want us to be something. I like this, you and me, together."

She doesn't say anything immediately, her eyes searching mine, and then she finally speaks. "I like us, too. I've never done anything like this," she whispers.

"Yeah, I gathered that you're a good girl."

She snorts. "I don't know how good I am."

I already know that she's a good girl. I've been around enough bad ones—I can spot the difference. Shawn and Ryan are both good, and Kyle rivals them wholly. Lifting my arm, I use the back of my hand and slide it down her cheek.

"You're my woman, Kyle. That's all we need right now, yeah?"

She smiles at me, but it doesn't reach her eyes. I'm not sure what is going on in her head, but she clearly is thinking of something that she doesn't like. I start to ask her, but I decide against it. Whatever it is, she'll tell me. I just hope it isn't too late, whatever it is.

"Does that title, your woman, does it come with monogamy?"

I remind myself of that one word—honesty. "I've never had a woman before, never had to be monogamous," I confess the truth. "But I want that with you."

And that is another truth.