Chapter 30

THIRTY

GNAW

When I break the kiss,Kyle's lids are heavy as she looks up at me. Fuck me, she's beautiful, this woman who should run far, far away from me. Her tongue peeks out and slides across her swollen bottom lip.

I slide my hand beneath her shirt and glide it up her body and over her head before I toss it to the floor. She's braless, something I hadn't realized before. "Kyle," I groan, my gaze fixated on her tits. "You didn't wear a bra this whole time?"

She hums, her arms wrapping around my shoulders before I feel her nails drag up the flesh of my back. "If you're not wearing panties, I might fucking come in my pants, baby."

She laughs softly, her tits moving as she does, and my balls ache at the sight. Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to her nipple, opening my mouth before I suck her flesh in deeply. My tongue swirls, then I flick her hardened nipple before I release her with a pop.

I move my lips down her body, licking, sucking, and tasting all of her until I reach the top of her sweats. Her stomach trembles before she sucks it in as I slide my tongue along her lower belly. I'm just inches away from her sweet spot, and I want it. I can smell her and practically taste her arousal.

"Please," she whimpers, her hands sliding through my hair and holding on to the strands as she tries to push my face down another inch.

Gripping the sweats, I tug them down past her ass and to her knees. She kicks them off the rest of the way, showing me that, indeed, she is not wearing panties. Fuck me. Fuck me completely.

I don't do as promised and come, but I'm really goddamn close.

Groaning, I grip the backs of her thighs and spread her legs, holding them open as far as possible. I can hear her panting breaths above me, her stomach trembling along with the rest of her body.

Leaning forward, I open my mouth, flatten my tongue, and I taste her entire pussy.

"Rider," she moans.

Fuck.

Yes.

Burying my face in her pussy, I eat her. Her fingers flex in my hair, holding me tightly against her cunt. I watch as she rises on her elbows, her gaze fixed on mine. She watches me eat her, and I swear to fucking God, it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

I release my grip on her thigh long enough to grab ahold of her wrist, then guide her hand to her clit. She doesn't hesitate. Kyle lifts her hips as her fingers move against her clit. My tongue joins, and as soon as it does, her entire body jolts.

Fuck. Yes. Again.

Her hips roll and buck against my mouth and her fingers. It's sexy as fuck, and as much as I want to flip her over and fuck her hard from behind right now, I'm going to ensure she comes on my tongue first.

She can come on my cock in a few minutes.

I hum against her clit, and my tongue begins to flick and move faster as she climbs closer and closer to her climax. When it hits her, she gasps, almost as if it comes by surprise. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted, and every muscle in her body freezes, including her hand against her clit.

I don't stop, though. I continue to lick her, tasting her release until there is nothing left. Reaching between us, I unbuckle, unzip, and shove my jeans down past my ass, just enough to release myself.

"Rider," she breathes.

My eyes slide closed at the way she says my name. Fuck me. It hits me right in the dick. I shift up her body and align myself with her center, then slowly slide inside of her. She adjusts to my invasion, her still-spaced thighs lifting upward as her legs wrap around my waist, and those beautiful thighs then squeeze me.

My gaze finds hers. Those eyelids are still lowered, and she looks fucking gorgeous. Placing my hands on either side of her face, I roll my hips, my pelvis grinding against her clit. She gasps, no doubt her clit still sensitive.

I'm not going to stop.

This is fucking perfect—she is fucking beautiful.

Kyle's arms wrap around my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh again, a bite that only makes me want to come faster. Rolling my hips, I keep my attention on her as I move, my chest pressed against hers.

I feel her tits against my T-shirt, and I wish I had taken it off. I want to feel her warmth against my bare body.

"You're going to make me come again," she moans.

Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers, my hips never stopping in their rhythm. "Good. Come all over my cock, Kyle. I want to feel you squeeze me to fuckin' death."

And I do want that. All of it. Wrapping one of my hands around the back of her neck, I grip her there as I shift my knees up slightly on the mattress to gain some traction. I hold the nape of her neck and continue to look into her eyes as I speed up my thrusts, moving harder and faster.

I want her there.

I want her to come all over me.

Kyle lifts her hips, her body bucking beneath mine. My rhythm is erratic at best, and I know when she's about to tip over the edge because she cries out and her body begins to buck almost uncontrollably, and then she freezes.

I don't stop, though, not until I'm tipping over the edge myself. When I come, I bury myself inside of her and fill her with my release. Her pussy pulses around me, and I groan, feeling her milk my balls dry.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine a single woman could feel this good. That I would want only her, and nobody else on this fucking earth would exist, but that's exactly how I feel, how she feels, and I never want this to end.

Not fucking ever.

KYLE

After he's takenhis clothes off, Rider holds me, my naked body pressed close to his. I close my eyes and feel his fingers comb through my hair. I'm not sure what I'm expecting from him next, maybe anger, because once he realizes that I did what he told me not to do and left the clubhouse, he's going to be pissed.

"Want to tell me what happened?" he asks.

His tone isn't angry yet, but I have no doubt it's coming.

"Not really," I grunt.

He laughs softly, tugging on the back of my head. "Been through enough bad shit in my life, Kyle, to know when something is good, you hold on with both hands."

I slip my tongue out to wet my dry bottom lip. "I just wanted some clothes and to check in with Ophelia, maybe Bren, too," I begin. "I asked one of the men behind the bar if he could take me. I thought since they were your guys that it would be okay…" My words trail off.

"Was Loner behind the bar?" he asks, his eyes sharpening on me.

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. "He wasn't. The guy behind the bar, his vest had the word prospect on it, and he said he couldn't leave. Loner came up and said he could take me. I didn't think anything bad about it. I thought it was okay since he was one of your people."

Rider clears his throat, his fingers flexing in my hair. "You didn't do anything wrong. Normally, that probably would have been fine. We do that a lot, have the brothers as guards if something is going on. I wouldn't have hesitated to let Loner be yours. You should have been safe with him."

"You're not upset?" I ask.

"At you? No. At myself? Absolutely."

"Rider," I exhale.

He shifts his gaze from me to the ceiling and lets out a heavy sigh. I climb on top of him, my thighs straddling his hips as I look down into his gorgeous eyes. I hate that I instantly want him just by being in this position, but my body hasn't had enough of his touch. I need him to fill me as often as possible, and my body craves every inch of him.

"You couldn't control Loner as much as I couldn't. Neither of us had a clue. Nobody did, it seems."

Rider clears his throat. "No, I didn't fucking know. He wouldn't even be breathing had I known what he was doing."

I place my palm against the center of his chest. His heart is beating so hard that I'm afraid it's going to burst out of his skin. "You can't talk like that, Rider. You'll scare me," I say, my lips curving up into half a smile.

He wraps his fingers around my hips, squeezing me there before he speaks. "You have to know the truth, baby. I'm not a good man. I've said it before. I don't deserve you. It's probably the biggest truth I've ever told."

I feel his length twitch against my pussy, and I gently glide myself along it, which causes both of us to moan. I don't take my eyes off him. I can't. He grunts, sitting up before he slides back so he's propped up against the headboard.

His hands glide up my sides and cup my breasts, his fingers curling around them as he continues to look up into my eyes. "I'm not a good man, Kyle."

I'm finding it harder to concentrate the more he plays with my nipples. He is pinching, tugging, swirling his thumbs around. It's almost too much, but I don't want him to stop. With each passing second, I'm growing wetter and wetter.

"You're good to me," I breathe as my eyes roll into the back of my head and my lids flutter closed.

He hums. "Because I can make you come?" he asks.

Opening my eyes, I look down at him. "Rider?" I ask. "Is that what you think this is?"

I mean, I suppose it could be that. We don't know one another very well, but he's been the one pursuing me. It's not like I've been chasing him down. But at the same time, he's also been the one protecting me. As much as he can anyway. A lot of what happened was completely out of his control.

"You're my damsel in distress running from Xavier. I am the biker in leather who is good with your body."

Every muscle in my body freezes at his words. "I've been able to take care of myself for four years when it comes to Xavier. I'm here with you because I want to be. I can make myself come if that's what I want."

His eyes widen at my words, and then his hands leave my breasts and grip my hips again. I watch him, waiting for his response, but it's not what I expect. I assume he's going to tell me something about how he can make me come better than I can make myself, which, in all honesty, would not be a lie.

But that's not what he says.

His face is set to serious as he watches me, and then he speaks. His words are clear, and I know he is trying to show me just how serious he is, but he's so damn sexy that I get lost in his face, in his eyes, in the way his cock twitches against my damp pussy.

"I want this life with you. I want you, but you need to know that this club I'm in, it's a brotherhood, and the things we do are not always legal. You gotta be okay with that."

"Are you going to hurt me?" I ask.

"Physically?"

I nod once, and he presses his lips in a thin line before he answers. "Never."

"Emotionally?"

"Not if I can ever help it."

"Are you going to cheat on me?" I ask.

"Don't see a reason to."

Sliding my hand from the center of his chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck. "Then I don't care about anything else."

"I will kill for you, Kyle. To protect you. To keep you. I will kill for you and not even think twice. I won't even blink."

Leaning over him, I touch my lips to his. "Good," I exhale. "I'll try to be so good to you that you'll feel that way every day of your life."

"Fuck," he hisses.

No more words are spoken. He lifts my hips slightly, then glides me down along his length. I take all of him inside of me with ease, and without even an ounce of hesitation, I begin to move.

I fuck him slow and easy, coming for the third time this evening. And I know that I said it wasn't the only reason I wanted him, but I can't help but be grateful that he's a man who can make me come so damn good—he makes every single ounce of me feel absolutely amazing, inside and out.