Chapter Twenty Four

Aunt Brooke walked out of the kitchen. "Someone's coming."

On the couch, Skye looked up from her phone. "How do you—?"

Then, she heard the low rumble coming from outside. She jumped from the couch, grabbing Mariah's hand. She hadn't seen Dio in over twenty-four hours.

"I wonder if it's over." Mariah stood in front of the window with her, looking out to the driveway.

Rachel joined them. "I miss Ruger."

Aunt Brooke sighed in agreement. "It's been rough. While I've enjoyed having you girls with me, I think we are all ready to have our men back."

Brett walked to where the concrete slab and the gravel met and waited. Skye looked to the right where she could only see part of the porch. Cord stood in the grass, gazing at Brett for a sign that everything was okay.

The thumb-up sign came. She exhaled, unaware of holding her breath.

Aunt Brooke moved to the door. "It's Havlin."

Between all of them having jobs at different times, Havlin members escorting them everywhere, and having the girls' sleepover, she was ready to return to normal.

Her excitement grew at the sight of the biker coming into view. "He's here."

She hurried to the door, urging her aunt to turn the deadlock. When she hesitated, Skye fisted her hands, wanting to do it herself.

"It's okay. It's safe. It's Dio," she blurted.

Finally, her aunt unlocked the bolt and opened the door. Skye ran out of the house on bare feet. Before Dio could shut off the engine, she threw herself at him.

He dragged her in front of him and claimed her mouth. Desperation came over her. Hours apart seemed like days. Frantic to see him, feel him, taste him, she grabbed his head, taking his tongue, his lips, his mouth.

She pressed her body against his, feeling the chill coming off his leather. He was back.

He grunted in her mouth. She moaned, arguing with him. She couldn't stop. She'd never stop.

"Skye." He closed his mouth.

She tugged his hair, nudging his lips to open again. She wasn't done. She'd never be done.

He cupped the back of her neck and pulled away. She gasped, shocked out of the kiss.

"We need to stop." He lifted her off him and set her beside the Harley. "Put your shoes, jacket, and helmet on."

"I get to go home?" She panted. "It's over?"

"I've got a few hours to rest, and I want you in the same bed as me." His gaze heated. "The longer we're out here talking, the less time we'll have together."

That declaration jump-started her. She sprinted back into the house, explaining to the others what was happening while she dressed for the ride, and grabbed her helmet by the door.

She left the house with an extra boost of adrenaline. She'd spend every second with him no matter how much time she had.

Climbing behind him, she snuggled against his back, knowing everything she needed to know. He was okay. That's all that mattered.

On the ride, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She rubbed his chest, stomach, and thighs. Unaware of the direction or location, she took the time to get a feel for him.

She hated sleeping in her old bedroom at her dad's and Aunt Brooke's house. It made her feel like going to school, starting her business, and working hadn't happened. She second-guessed her relationship with Dio—not her feelings toward him but whether they could survive long term.

It wasn't even his membership with Havlin Motorcycle Club that she questioned. She'd grown up seeing her dad go out on rides and worrying about his safety.

It was strictly losing Dio. It was the new fear of him not coming back to her. The thought gave her nightmares and ate a hole in her stomach.

He pulled into his driveway. She lifted her head off his shoulder. When the bike stopped and Dio put his feet on the ground, she slid off the seat. She wasn't going to waste a minute.

Dio grabbed his duffle and looped his arm over her shoulders, taking her to the front door. Once they were in, he dropped his bag and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. As he placed her next to the bed, evidence of how much he wanted her pressed against her stomach.

"Take off your clothes." He shucked his vest, removed his pistol, and unbuckled his belt.

"I thought you had to sleep." She was thrilled that he had other plans.

She'd rather have sex with him than anything else in the world. Toeing off her shoes, she stripped her jeans and panties off before Dio started working on his boots.

"I'll close my eyes when I fuck you." He pulled his pants down.

His cock jutted out, weeping for her. She pulled off her shirt and unlatched her bra, hurrying to help him, but he'd managed to get his boots off without her. The muscles along his shoulder rippled with his movements.

Then, warm lips moved over her mouth. She reached up and held on to his head, welcoming his tongue.

A moan bubbled out of her as he pulled her closer against his pulsating length. A flash of arousal curled inside of her. Her kiss got sloppy, and Dio lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing the friction of his body against her.

He placed her on the bed and moved to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. She cupped her breasts, missing his hands on her.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself." His gaze warmed as he watched her.

She pinched her nipples. "Always."

He lowered himself on the bed with a groan. All her attention went to him. He hadn't said anything about his back in a while. But riding hard every night and most days had to cause him discomfort.

She lowered her hands, rubbing his hips. "Are you okay?"

He raised himself on his knees, widened her legs, and looked at her pussy. "What I need right now is..." He raised his gaze and met her eyes. "You."

He put his hand over her mound, trailing his thumb along her slit. The callouses gave her the roughness she craved.

"You're wet, princess." He turned his wrist and curled his finger, sliding it inside of her as his thumb rubbed her clit.

She stretched out her arms. Dio brought his mouth down over her peaked nipple, and she fisted the comforter.

He inhaled deeply without taking his mouth off her. His tongue caressed as he sucked. She raised her pelvis off the bed, trying to push his finger deeper inside of her.

Dio raised his head. "Fuck, yeah. Ride my hand."

She increased the movements, rubbing herself against his broad hand. Cupping his cheek, she stroked his beard. "I want you inside of me."

He grunted, removing his hand and bracing himself above her. She caught the hesitation and could feel his arms quiver with untamed needs. They'd made love enough times for her to understand how he struggled to control himself so as not to hurt her.

But she was looking for something other than slow and soft .

She was too desperate.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Give me all of you."

His nostrils flared as he lowered his pelvis between her legs and positioned his fat cock at the opening of her vagina. He locked eyes with her. She gave him a small nod, holding onto his shoulders.

Dio slid into her, spreading her wide. She sucked in her breath at the pressure. Instead of plunging into her, he painstakingly lowered himself inch by inch.

The muscles in his forehead strained with control. She shuddered, knowing what he could do for her. Wanting what he could do for her. Needing what he could do for her.

Suppressed needs released in her. Her pussy spasmed.

"Fuck." He quivered, losing control.

She raked her fingernails down his chest, doing her best to make him move. Pinned beneath him, there wasn't much she could do. Her despair showed. She grabbed and pulled wherever her hands landed—on his chest, his stomach, his arms.

He slammed into her. The impact sent her head back, pressing into the mattress. Her heart pounded. She couldn't move through the shock of him filling her.

He growled, pulling his cock back and plunging again. She inhaled quickly, only to have him push the air out of her. Back and forth, she fought to draw oxygen into her body.

The power behind the act kept her moving underneath him. She couldn't stop. Pleasure grew and tightened and heated and held her captive.

Dio shifted his weight to one arm braced beside her shoulder and reached between them with his free hand, finding her clit. She bucked against his hand.

He plunged inside of her, rolled, and had her sitting on top of him, fully impaled. "I want your juice running down my cock."

She moved her hips in a figure eight—well, that was her plan. Her arousal had her erratic and grinding against him. Dio planted his hands on her ass, bringing her up and down. She braced herself on his chest.

His gaze swept straight to her breasts. She leaned forward, putting her knees on the bed and her feet behind her to lift herself up and down.

Sweat shined on Dio's forehead, and his lips parted. She couldn't stop. Every time she plunged down on him, her pussy spasmed.

"Oh, God." Her nails dug into his chest.

He lifted his ass off the bed, meeting her thrust for thrust. The slap of skin filled the room. She panted, unable to get off the high they were building.

Tottering on the edge, her legs quivered in exhaustion.

Dio grunted. He locked eyes on her. The second his brow twitched as he came, she sank down on him, bringing her clitoris into contact with his pelvic bone. She climaxed.

Her thighs squeezed his hips. She exhaled violently. The violent grasp on her body fluctuated. Her back bowed as she descended on Dio, landing on his chest .

Dio cupped the back of her head, stroking her hair. She closed her eyes, completely sated.

"I don't want you to leave me again," she whispered.

"I know, princess," he whispered back. "It's almost over."