Chapter Five

Riot

I can feel my twin brother's eyes on the back of my neck as I check his bike. When he brought it to the garage earlier, I was worried that something was wrong with it, but after a quick onceover, I realized that he's just using the bike as an excuse.

Of course, I could make it easy and ask what's bothering him, but well, I have never done the easy thing. So, I play his game, running all the diagnostics on his bike and wasting both our time until he's practically vibrating with impatience.

Cash is a very patient man, but when you share the womb with someone, you develop an innate ability to know just which buttons to push to send them over the edge.

"Okay, you know nothing's wrong with my bike," he growls, smacking the back of my head when I suggest taking it apart.

"Oh, really? Why did you bring it then?"

He snorts, shaking his head as he shoves me away from his precious baby. "You're an asshole, you know that, right?"

"I've been called that a couple of times, yes," I snark, grabbing a rag and wiping grease off my fingers before turning to face him. "How is Kayla doing?"

"As well as can be expected," he says, his eyes going soft at the mention of his girlfriend. "She still hasn't gotten over the fact that her stepfamily kidnapped her for her inheritance."

I have known Kayla almost as long as my brother has. When he took her in a year ago, she was a broken little thing that clung to my brother's side like a lifeline. It was clear to me from the beginning that those two would end up together, but of course, it took them a year to act on the intense sexual tension between them.

"I assume you didn't come here to talk about Kayla," I tell Cash.

"Right," he says, and I notice an unusual hesitation in him.

"What?" I ask gruffly, curiosity getting the better of me.

"So, Priest, Knight, and I went out last night for a ride. Kayla needed some girl time, so we left her with her at the compound with Sky and Rhea. We passed that taco truck a few blocks from the bar, and . . ."

"And?"

"I saw you with someone."

"I'm still waiting for the point."

"Riot . . ." he starts. "You know I don't give a shit who you fuck, right? You could hook up with all of Austin, and I wouldn't bat an eye." I stay silent, still unsure where the hell he is going with this, which only seems to frustrate him further. "What I mean to say is, I hope the girl you were with last night was a one-time thing."

My eyes narrow to slits as I stare at my twin brother. We look alike, but we aren't identical. His hair is lighter, more a dirty blond, and is neatly kept despite having worn a helmet for the ride over. He is almost as large as I am, but more polished. Civilized.

Our similarities end with our appearances. We live very different lives and mostly see each other at the club. We're close, and I consider my brother my best friend, but I also feel this need to give him space now that we've settled into our adult lives. It isn't lost on me that despite being the same age, Cash practically raised me, bailing my reckless ass out of trouble more often than not. Still, he's never tried to tell me how to live my life before now, so I'm caught off guard and angry all at once.

"I didn't get all up in your face when you moved Kayla into your place the day you met her, did I?" My voice is low, dangerously so.

"Well, Kayla is not the daughter of the freaking Attorney General of Austin, now is she? Kayla's stepbrothers are a bunch of losers who prance around town in stupid polo shirts and drive cars they cannot afford," he says. "The girl you were with last night, on the other hand, is city of Austin royalty. She has a brother running for state office. Her mother is the freaking CEO of a fortune 500 company."

Well, shit.

Yeah, I didn't know that. Fuck! I thought her name sounded familiar, but I don't pay attention to politics. Sasha is a literal modern-day princess, surrounded by the last people I would want to get involved with, and yet . . .

"Fuck!"

"You didn't know that, did you?" Cash's voice breaks into my thoughts, and when I turn to face him, I expect to find him looking smug, but instead, he seems worried. "That girl, Alexandra Greenwald, is dangerous."

"She's just a girl—"

"There is nothing ‘just' about her, Riot. She is about to start law school and will soon follow in her family's footsteps." He walks up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "How did you even meet her?"

"At the police station."

"Jesus Christ," he snorts. "Only you can meet a woman while under arrest and still get her to go out with you."

Technically, I wasn't under arrest, but I don't think that's pertinent to this conversation. Even so, Sasha must've known what I was doing there, and it didn't seem to bother her. Christ, I never would have pinned her as the daughter of a powerful family, not that it changes anything.

I still want her.

After what happened last night, I want to make it up to her. I fucked up, and I plan to remedy that. As soon as possible.

"Anyway, it's a good thing you know now. So, you know to stay away from her."

My eyes shoot up, and I stare at my twin brother, letting out a chuckle at his words. "I have no intention of staying away from the girl, brother."

"You're kidding."

"I want her, and I plan on pursuing her. Like I said, she's just a girl."

"A girl from one of the most powerful families in Austin—"

"So you mentioned," I say, already done with the conversation. "I have a lot of work to do. Now if you'll excuse me . . ."

Cash grabs my shoulders before I can turn away from him and steps into my space. His eyes are dark and narrowed to slits, but my twin doesn't scare me. He and I have fought before, never over something like this, though.

"Snap out of whatever spell she has you under and listen to logic," he hisses. "The last thing the club needs is to have powerful people taking an interest in us. Banging the AG's daughter will for sure have him and his entire family poking their noses in our club's business. You know we don't run a clean house."

"Step back, Cash."

"Don't see her again. It's for your own good, as well as the club's. I am not going to let you risk our family just to get your dick wet."

I shove him away, clenching my fist and fighting the need to slam it into his face. "Get out!"

"Riot!"

"I am this close to punching you, Cash, and I don't want to do that. Get the fuck out of my garage."

My twin glares at me before climbing onto his bike. But before he starts it, he turns to look at me and warns, "Stay away from the Greenwald girl, brother. I don't want to have to involve Priest, but I will do whatever is necessary to protect you, even from yourself. I always have." Then he tears off without waiting for a response.

I run my fingers through my hair, frustrated by the situation. I know Cash is right. Deep down, I see his point and how dangerous it is to get involved with Sasha, but she's the woman I want, and I can't just turn that off. My body and my heart have already claimed her as mine.

Hers are the lips I want to feel pressed against mine.

I want to push her against a wall and ravage her, feed her my fat cock, and rut her until all of Austin hears her pleasured cries and knows that she belongs to me.

Mine!

I toss my dirty rag away and head out, not bothering to strip out of my work coveralls as I mount my bike.

"Hey, boss, where are you going?" Noah, one of the club prospects who works under me at the garage calls out, rushing over before I can drive away.

"You're in charge of the place until I get back," I tell him, sliding my helmet in place before starting my engine and tearing away. I should probably think this through, but my blood is boiling, and this roaring noise pounding in my ears makes it hard to focus on any logical thoughts.

The ride into the city takes about a half hour, but it feels like an eternity has passed when I finally drive into the underground parking garage. I park my bike in the same spot I did last night when I dropped Sasha off before grabbing my phone to call her.

For a second, I contemplate the possibility that she might not even be at home. Sure, it's Saturday, but the girl has a life, right? That doesn't stop me from ringing her up though.

She picks up on the second ring, her voice flustered when she speaks. "Hello? Riot?"

"I want to see you," I say in greeting, my voice rough even to my own ears.

"S-see me? Like, right now?" she says in a startled tone, and I hear her move about. "You mean like right this minute? I mean, I think I could see you today, but right now?" I hear a door close in the background followed by the sound of running water.

"Yes, right now."

"Okay, I-I need to clean up . . ." she mutters more to herself than to me, but she keeps me on the phone as she moves around, and I wait until she's calmed down to let her know I'm at her building. "Wait, you're here? Stay right there, I'll be down in a sec."

The call disconnects, and I lean against my bike. I block out my brother's warning from my mind as I wait for Sasha. It probably is a bad idea for us to be together.

But the need I feel for Sasha seems greater than the need for my next breath. I don't know what it is about this girl, but I am already addicted to her.

Before Sasha, I played the field, sure. I like beautiful women, and for some reason, they seem to like me too, but whatever relationships I had before were purely and mutually physical. I've never been one for repeats, but with Sasha . . .

I want more of her. I want everything.

It's crazy to think it, but I crave her with a desperation unlike anything I have felt before. The soft press of her lips against mine . . . those fingers digging into my skin as drive my cock into her tight pussy, and fuck, just the memory of her soft tits arching into my touch is enough to get me all worked up.

By the time Sasha emerges from the elevator, dressed in nothing but little shorts and a crop top, my cock is already threatening to punch through the fabric of my pants.

"Hey, you're here," she breathes, her cheeks flushed pink and eyes wide as she blinks up at me innocently.

"I wanted to see you," I say, closing the distance between us and slamming my lips down on hers. I wrap her long hair around my fist and tug, forcing a whimper from my mouth and giving me the perfect opening to deepen the kiss. I taste the mint toothpaste on her lips, and like everything else about this girl, it's so damn addictive.

Her tits rise and fall as I kiss her, a tremble racking her body when I slide my hands up to her perfect globes, fondling them with my palms. She whimpers into the kiss when I pinch her puckered nipples through the thin top, my cock throbbing with the need to tear off her clothes and ravage her where we stand.

As if reading my thoughts, she breaks the kiss, her breath mingling hotly with mine. "Riot . . . we can't. Not here," she whispers, running her hand affectionately over my chest. "There are cameras all over the parking garage."

I look up, and realize she's telling the truth. There are cameras pointing in every direction, and taking her here will probably cause her trouble, not to mention I did promise to properly bed her the next time we did this.

I turn to Sasha to find her watching me, her eyes glassy and lips swollen from our kiss. "Then take me somewhere without a camera Sasha," I tell her, leaning down and brushing my lips softly over hers. "Before I tear off your little shorts and fucking you where we stand."

***

She lives in a penthouse apartment, because of course she does. Where else would the daughter of the freaking attorney general live.

Don't think about it!

Sasha mentions something or another about giving me a tour or getting me something to drink, but the roaring noise is back in my ears and all that makes sense is my need for this girl.

I have her backed up against the wall with my lips pressed down on hers before she can list out all the drinks she can offer me. She moans needily as I slide my lips over hers and press my throbbing dick against her bare stomach.

My hands are dirty with grease as I run them over her breasts, but she doesn't seem to mind that they stain her top a bit. No, she doesn't care that I am practically humping her into the wall and kissing her sexy little mouth like a man starved of touch for years.

A low groan kindles in my chest when she wraps her arms around my shoulders, responding just as needily to the kiss and making little mewling sounds that shoot straight to my hard cock.

"Want you," I manage, the aggressive caveman in me unable to utter anything more than those two words. My need grows as I thrust our tongues together, drowning in her scent and addictive flavor before dropping my lips to her neck. She cries out, tipping her head back to allow me access. Her body trembles beneath mine as I rock my cock hard against her, faster and faster until I feel myself teeter too close to the edge. I almost spill in my pants, and I have to clench my jaw and stop myself from coming like some fourteen-year-old with no self-control.

Fuck!

This girl wrecks me. She does things to me no one ever has in my entire life, and I realize that staying away from this angel is impossible. I'm in too deep.

"Need you," I growl, grabbing the waistband of her little shorts and tearing them down her thighs. I let out a shaky breath when I see that she has nothing underneath those shorts. "You're driving me crazy, baby. I can't think straight around you."

"I can't either," she breathes, her pretty emerald eyes dazed when they lock on mine. "Want you too."

"And you'll have me," I say roughly, my hands falling from her to unzip my jeans, groaning when I finally take my throbbing cock into my fist. Her breath comes in short pants when I use my knee to push her legs apart before guiding my hard length to her pussy. She's wet, her sex practically dripping with arousal, and fuck if that doesn't turn me the fuck on.

She trembles against me as I rub the head of my shaft between her damp folds. "Perfect. Every last inch of you is perfect baby," I say gruffly, dropping my lips to hers even as pull her thigh higher over my hip and position the tip of my cock at her wet hole. "I hope your place is soundproofed because I'm going to rut your sweet little pussy so hard, they'll hear you from the street below."

She gasps when I ram my dick into her wet heat, and I almost spill immediately as her tight walls close around my throbbing cock like a vise, pulsing hotly around me and dragging me to the edge of the cliff. It takes every ounce of my self-control to not fall.

"Fuck, baby!" I grind out between clenched teeth, dropping my head to the slope of her neck and fighting for control. She's so fucking tight, it's a wonder I don't spill on the spot. So tight and so fucking wet.

Unlike last night, there is no hesitation and no stopping as I start to rock into her, breathing harshly into her ear as I drive my cock in and out of her with the aggressiveness of a mad man, and if the sounds she makes are any indication, she loves every second of it.

"Yes, yes!" she chants, her voice hoarse as she leans up to meet my hard thrusts, her fingers digging into my shoulders and tearing at my overalls as I impale her into the wall. Her cries grow fevered when I grab her left leg and lift it to my thigh, sending me deeper into her sex. Something feral seems to grow between us as my shy little angel suddenly turns bold, tunneling her fingers into my hair and tugging hard with need.

"Mine," I growl possessively, our skin sliding together in carnal dance. Pumping faster and harder into her tightness until her thighs begin to shake from the hovering climax.

"So close," she sobs, tugging hard at my hair. "I'm so close, Riot. Oh God!"

I release my hold on her thigh and slide my hand up her sexy body before tugging down her top to reveal her puckered nipples. The move is so rough that it snaps a strap, but I don't pay attention to that as my lips seek her aching buds, sucking the pebble into a hungry kiss, and that tips her over the edge. Her breath catches a second before the storm breaks.

Her back arches with a scream, and a fierce shudder racks her entire body as she climaxes, her sex cinching hard around my cock. I pound furiously into her even as she sobs through her orgasm, tearing at my shoulders and back as she shakes around me, but I am not far behind. My balls erupt, and I come with a roar, my muscles straining as I spill an endless stream of come into her womb, rutting her hard through the orgasm until we're both gasping for air.

Her leg drops from my hip, and her head falls against my chest; I'm certain she can hear the harsh beating of my heart.

We stand in silence for a long time, fighting to catch our breath before she finally breaks it. "Are you okay?" she whispers.

"I'm the one supposed to ask you that. I showed up without warning and was a little rough—"

"No," she says, pushing back so she's looking at my face. "I don't mean the sex." Her cheeks flush at the mention of the word, which strikes me as funny considering what just happened between us.

"What did you mean then?"

"It felt like you were frustrated about something." Her eyes darken with something akin to worry. "Are you in trouble?"

"No," I say with a laugh, dropping my forehead against hers. "I'm not in trouble, sweetheart, and besides, I never run from trouble."

It's the truth. Trouble seems to follow wherever I go, but I've never shied away from it.

Despite Cash's warning, I have no intention of running away from Sasha. I have never experienced this deep longing for anyone else, and I am unwilling to lose this feeling.

Not for Cash. Not for the Steel Order MC. Not for anyone.

Sasha is mine!