Chapter 34

THIRTY-FOUR

KYLE

Rider is standing right outsideof the bakery, his phone in his hand as he does whatever he does on his phone. I think he's playing games, but he says he doesn't do that. I'm pretty sure that's exactly what he's doing because he doesn't text as quickly as his fingers are moving over the screen.

"How are you doing?" Shawn asks as she makes her way toward me with a little plate in her hand.

My eyes widen at the sight of the plate. It's got whoopie pie style cookies on it, sweet buttercream frosting with a chocolate chip cookie on each side. "It's not paleo. It's vegan, though, and grain-free," Shawn murmurs as she sits down next to me.

"I'm okay," I say, my gaze shifting over to the window to stare at Rider's back for a moment, the colorful patches that claim he is part of the Dark Horse MC sewn on the back. He has a matching tattoo, and I've traced it with my tongue. It was hot. He's hot.

Swinging my attention back to meet hers, I give her a smile, and she laughs softly, reaching out before she wraps her fingers around my wrist and squeezes. "The good that they give, it makes up for all of the bad, doesn't it?"

I almost don't ask her. I mean, she's just had a baby, and she seems so blissfully happy. What if she doesn't know what happens down there? What if she doesn't know about the women? And worse, what if her husband is one of the ones who believes in the whatever happens at the clubhouse stays at the clubhouse motto?

I open my mouth then snap it closed, then open it again before I snap it closed again. "What do you want to ask me, Kyle?"

"It's not my place," I whisper.

Shawn leans back in her chair, her gaze flicking from me to Rider's back, then back to me. "Is it about Vixen and the girls?" she guesses.

And she's absolutely right.

"How do you do it?" I ask.

"Do it?"

Nodding, I shift in my seat. I think about taking the whole whoopie cookie and shoving it in my mouth as an attempt to keep from answering her question. But I don't do that, so I have no choice but to answer her.

"Live your life down here, doing your bakery thing and being home with the baby. How do you do it knowing that those women are down there, ready at any given moment?"

Shawn's gaze searches mine for a moment, and I think that maybe I've offended her, so I open my mouth to apologize, but she speaks first, and my lips close, pressing together and rolling nervously as I listen to her speak.

"My story is long, complicated even. A lot of things went down, but one thing that never changed was Elvis' dedication to me. Now that's turned into love. He saved me, but beyond that, he allowed me to also save myself. He chooses me just as I do him."

"The women?" I ask.

Shawn smiles, shaking her head. "They are his past. I am his present, and I'll be his future."

I like that. I like that a lot.

"You're not afraid?" I ask on a whisper.

"Afraid?"

I hate that she's practically forcing me to say the words out loud. I don't know her very well yet, so I don't want to ruin whatever this is that we're building together. We're the women of these men, and they're family to one another.

"That he'll cheat."

It's not a question, more like a statement. I need to know this, and I hate that I do it all at the same time. But Shawn doesn't seem upset by my question at all. Her fingers flex around my wrist, and she smiles at me before she answers.

"It's not the availability that makes someone cheat. People cheat for a myriad of reasons, and any person can and does do it. So no, I'm not any more worried about Elvis than I would be anyone else in my life."

I love that.

"You're right," I say. "Anyone can, and they do cheat. But what about the fact that they've been with them before?"

Shawn hums. "You weren't a virgin when you met Gnaw, were you?"

"No," I say. She knows damn well that I wasn't. She's just trying to make a point. "I get it," I whisper.

"That goes with the past stuff."

She's right. Of course she's right, plus, I don't know if Rider is ever going to let me out of his sight again. It's not like he even has the time to cheat. Shawn releases her grasp on my wrist, and I pick up the frosting-stuffed chocolate chip cookie, lifting it to my lips and closing my eyes as I take a big bite.

I do not know how this woman bakes this way. She's seriously gifted. The next hour, we eat baked treats and chat. I also buy some pastries for Rider. I've discovered that this man of mine has a sweet tooth around two in the morning—and not just for me.

"Are you coming to the party tonight?" I ask as I'm gathering my things to leave, including two pink boxes of sweet treats for later.

One for Rider and the other for Ophelia.

I've officially moved out of the motel, and she's said more than once that she misses me, so I thought I would take some pastries over to her and play cards or something. It's time that I see her and hang out. I really love Ophelia, and she was one of the first kind faces who I came across here in Pineville.

Shawn gives me a smile. "I am. We have a babysitter and everything."

"Mom and Dad's night out," I say.

She laughs, waving toward me. I leave the bakery and step up beside my man. "You ready, baby?" Rider asks.

"I'm ready," I state.

He stops and looks down at me. His eyes widen at the boxes before he reaches for them. Rider slips them from my palms and carries them beside me. Together, we make our way toward my car. I don't say a word about the desserts or the clubwhore thing when he asks me what Shawn and I were doing in her shop.

"Girl talk," I state simply. It's true, too. That's what we did, girl talk.

He doesn't question me further. Instead, he guides the car straight for the motel, and I can't help but smile. An afternoon with Ophelia and an evening with my man and his friends at a wild party.

Although, I honestly wouldn't care where I was as long as Rider was with me. I love him, and I love the way he makes me feel. This life with him is special—I can feel it throughout my entire body.

GNAW

"I never thoughtthat I'd be living in what is essentially an overgrown frat house," Kyle announces as she hangs up her last shirt.

She's not wrong. That's exactly what this is. Leaning my back against the headboard, I lift my arms, lacing my fingers and placing my hands against the back of my head. I watch as she closes the closet door and then slowly turns to face me.

"It is just that. We'll get our own place soon. A lot of shit is going down right now, and I want you here with me where it's safe."

Kyle doesn't argue. In fact, she hasn't argued at all about my demand of being within view of her at all times. And I mean all the fucking time. I watch as she moves toward me, climbing onto the bed, then bending at the waist as she places her palms on the mattress and begins to crawl up my body, her thighs spread and her knees on either side of my legs as she does.

When she's straddling my hips, she shifts herself forward before her lips touch mine in a gentle kiss. Kyle keeps her mouth against mine as she speaks. She's almost sitting upright as her lips touch mine, and as much as I want to deepen the kiss, I'm going to give her this moment… but probably only this moment.

Then I'll take control.

"I'm fine here, Rider. Nobody bothers me, and you're always right next to me."

"I wish I could always be inside of you," I murmur against her mouth.

She smiles, lifting her head slightly, her eyes focused on mine. "I'd like that," she whimpers.

Raising my hand between us, I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her lounge shorts. Her breath washes over my face as my hand dives farther into her shorts, her panties, and then I cup her pussy with my palm.

"Rider," she breathes.

"Ride my hand, baby. Show me how badly you want me inside of you. Come on my hand, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

Kyle shivers, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she begins to do exactly what I've ordered. Her hips move, rolling above me, her lips almost touching mine as she slowly, gently, expertly takes what she needs from me.

She's riding my hand the same way she rides my dick, and it's fucking beautiful. I watch her, my eyes taking in all of her. I wish she were naked right now, but I know she's not wearing a bra. Her nipples are hard, and her tits sway with each roll of her hips beneath my T-shirt that she's wearing.

She lifts her hands, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begins to grind her clit down against my palm. Her jaw is clenched, her eyes focused on mine, and she takes.

I watch her.

She is fucking beautiful like this.

Selfish and raw, taking what I give her and not asking for any more. Not that she needs to. I will always give her what she needs, but also what she wants in anything.

Perfection.

Always.

"Are you going to come on my hand, baby? Give me everything I want?"

She moans, her body breaking out in goose bumps, then she lets out a sigh and moves a little faster, a little harder. A light sheen of sweat breaks out all over her face. Her muscles are taut, so I know she's close. But I can tell she's starting to get frustrated. She wants me to bring her over the edge.

She's used to me giving her exactly what she needs, but I want her to take right now. "Kyle," I grind out through clenched teeth.

Her eyes open a little wider and focus on me. "You're right there. Give it to me, baby. Come for me. Soak my hand."

That's what she needed. Her lips part, she gasps, and then she trembles as she comes, and she does, indeed, soak my hand. Her fingers grip my shoulders still, her nails likely causing the skin to break. She's got them embedded so fucking deeply into my flesh, but I don't give a fuck. I hope I bleed.

Bleeding for her is worth it, no matter the cause.

She reaches for my pants, and at the same time, I'm tugging hers down when there is a loud bang on the bedroom door. We both pause, shifting our attention to the door, expecting it to open, but it doesn't. Instead, King's voice booms from the other side.

"Stop fucking. We need to get to the hospital. Ryan is in labor."

"Okay," I call out. "On our way."

Our gazes find one another's, and Kyle licks her lips, her fingers wrapped around my hard cock. "Can we do it fast?" she asks, her body aching for a second orgasm.

And this right here is just another reason why I've fallen in love with this girl. I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and tug her face close to mine. Touching my lips to hers, I growl against her mouth.

"Fuck, yes, I can make this fast. And we'll both get there."

And we do. Her for a second time, me for the first. Then we throw on some clothes and rush down to the hospital to be there for the birth of our friends", our family's, baby.

Never put much thought into babies and relationships until now, but I watch my brothers fall in love, having babies, and now I"m on my way to doing the same. The love part is there. We just need to continue going forward with the rest of it.

I can't fucking wait for what is coming next.

I want everything with Kyle. Every-fucking-thing.