Chapter Nine

Riot

"I'm so nervous."

I join Sasha in the bathroom and step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her cheeks flush a pretty pink when I lean down my brush my lips on her neck.

"Why are you nervous? They're your parents."

"I know, but . . . what if they say we can't date?"

"Then I'll kidnap you from that palace they call a home and elope with you." She giggles at my words, but I mean them. I've gone over this with my brothers. I told them I was not going to lose Sasha for anything and let them know what was at stake.

This was the real reason I decided to take Sasha to the clubhouse yesterday. I wanted my brothers to meet her and see I am serious about her and also tell them about my meeting with the Greenwald family. There is a lot at stake and not just for myself.

I'm not giving up this lovely angel, but I also don't want to put my brothers at risk. Tonight, will determine how our future unfolds. But no matter what, Sasha and I will be together.

"I didn't think my father would ask us back so soon and for a family dinner, no less."

"Maybe they took a liking to me," I tell her in an attempt to lighten the mood, even though we both know it couldn't be further from the truth. Unlike my nervous girl, I am actually excited to face her family again. Most people would dread uncomfortable situations, but I revel in them.

"It's almost six, we should get going," Sasha says, letting out a sigh before turning around to face me, a shy smile on her lips. "Whatever happens tonight, I want you to know that I love you."

Not what I was expecting.

"Sasha . . ."

"Maybe this isn't the best time to say it, but I love you, Riot. I wanted to tell you when you first told me, but I wasn't ready. Now I am. I love the chaos you bring to my life and that you see me for who I am, not who you want me to be. No one's made me as happy as you do, and whatever tonight's outcome is, I want you to know that I love you and always will."

And here I was thinking I would have to prove myself to her family to earn her love. To hear the words spoken without condition has my heart swelling in my chest, and all I can do is lean down and brush my lips over hers, reveling in her softness. "I love you, angel. I don't want you to be anyone other than exactly who you are."

She smiles sweetly at me, and I realize I want to see that look on her face for the next twenty, thirty, fifty years. Every day for the rest of our lives, I want to wake up to that smile.

"We better get going. We don't want to be late for the dinner, do we?"

The ride to the Greenwald estate takes about thirty minutes, and then we're pulling up at the massive gate. I snort at the sight of the looming structure that holds no warmth in it whatsoever.

When Sasha and I have kids, we'll raise them in a modest home with a picket fence and the whole nine yards. Full on American dream, where our little ones can run around without a care in the world.

I park my bike and guide Sasha off, helping her remove the helmet from her head to find the nervous smile is back on her lips.

"Hey, it's okay," I tell her, taking her hand and leading her to the imposing front door. The same butler from last time greets us at the entrance and escorts us to an opulent sitting room where Sasha's parents and all four of her brothers await us. We all size each other up before Sasha's mother, who holds a striking resemblance to her daughter, jumps up with a wicked grin on her face. It's my first time seeing her, and I can't help but think she could inspire a Disney villain or two.

"Welcome," she says with an airily. She approaches us, her long dress fluttering about, giving the illusion that she's gliding rather than walking. "Riot, is it?" She takes the hand that's not holding Sasha's and shakes it. "It's really great to meet you."

"And you as well, ma'am," I tell her, bringing her hand to my lips. She smiles and turns to her daughter.

"Sasha, my dear, why don't you help me check on things in the dining room and leave our men to chat?"

Sasha turns to me, her eyes wide with panic. "B-but . . . I . . ."

"It's fine, go ahead." I squeeze her hand before letting go, and she allows her mother to pull her away, leaving me alone in a room with five blank-faced men. I mentally roll my eyes at the thought that these men can't even let down their guard in their own home. I'm going to have to endure these blank looks for the rest of my life whenever we visit the in-laws. It's a small price to pay for being with Sasha.

"I want it to be clear that I am against this union," Sasha's father breaks the silence once the women have left. "My daughter deserves someone better than . . ."

"A criminal?" I offer.

The man glares at me, but I meet his gaze head on. It's his oldest son who speaks next, drawing my attention away. "We've thought about your offer. What happens if we refuse?"

"I elope with Sasha, we start a family, and I dedicate the rest of my life to making yours hell with the full support of the Steel Order MC."

David chuckles. "That almost sounds intriguing. I would give it a go just to see who comes out on top. But you did make a compelling argument," the man says. "You have a surprising understanding of politics for someone not in the field. I'd be lying if I said you and your band of criminals don't pose a threat to our plans."

Band of criminals. Oh, my brothers are going to love that one. "Your decision?"

"How can you assure us that once we give you Sasha, we'll get what you promised?"

"You are not giving me anything," I correct him. "Sasha is an adult free to make her own choices. When we marry, she will become family, not just to me but to the entire MC. We protect our own. Even if our own has the unfortunate luck of being tied to people like you. You'll get your support, don't worry."

It's reckless.

Perhaps I should care that we're about to put this man in office in such an irresponsible way but I don't. Between him and the other guys running for the same position, I dislike him the least. All politicians are crooked, but at least I'll be able to keep a close eye on this one. Heck, a connection with governor's office won't be bad for our club either.

Sasha's father makes a disapproving noise at the back of his throat but doesn't argue further.

"Well then, we might as well have dinner. I'm starving," one of Sasha's other brothers says, shooting me a wink and rising from his chair..

I smirk as I follow them out of the room. Maybe I'll have an ally among my in-laws after all. Sasha comes flying out of a doorway across the hall, grabbing my arm before I can follow her family into the dining room.

"What happened?" she whispers anxiously. "Is everything okay?"

"Calm down, baby," I tell her, rubbing her arms slowly, but her breathing remains choppy, and it seems she's worked herself into a panic attack. "Fuck."

"The bathroom is that way," calls an unconcerned voice from behind us. I turn around to find the same brother who'd winked at me pointing to a door at the end of the hall, and I grab Sasha's arm, quickly ushering her into the bathroom.

I close the door behind us and lean her against the sink. "Hey, it's okay, baby. Everything is fine."

"It is?" she gasps.

"Yes, we talked everything through, and your family won't stop us from being together. I'm going to marry you."

"They won't? You are?" I smile at her and pull her close, noticing her breathing has slowed down a little. "W-what did you promise them?"

"Support," I tell her truthfully. "Your brother will get all the support of the Steel Order and your dad can continue to take credit for the dropping crime rate in Austin. We'll help David secure the governor's office, and they won't get in our way."

She breathes out a sigh. "That's good. It's good for the club to have someone you know in such a high political position."

"You're not offended, are you? That I would make such a deal—"

"No," she says, cupping my jaw, and I read love plain in her eyes. "That was a smart. They would not have listened to anything else. God, my hands are still shaking."

I take her hands and bring them to my lips. "You don't need to worry about it anymore. You're mine now, Sasha. Soon, I'll put a ring on this finger and get you swollen with my child."

"I like that," she whispers, dropping her forehead to my chest. "I like that a lot."

"Good." I lean down and press my mouth to hers in what is meant to be a simple brush of lips, but then she dips her fingers into my hair, pulling me in and deepening the kiss. I groan when I taste something sweet on her tongue. She must've stopped in the kitchen for something sugary, and the taste has something feral building up in my core. "Fuck, baby, what did you eat when you were gone?"

"Ice cream," she breathes. "We're having ice cream cake for dessert. The chef always makes it when I am around because it's my favorite."

"Fuck, I bet your lips taste better than the real thing."

There is a smile on her lips as she lifts them back to mine, and I kiss her like a man possessed, chasing her sweet taste. I wrap one hand in her hair and tug to tip her head back as I plunder her mouth with mine.

I know we should head back now that she is settled, but I can't break my lips from hers, and she seems to be having the same problem.

Her hand drops to my erection, and I hiss out a breath when her fingers palm my aching cock. "They won't start dinner without us," she says between kisses. "We have at least five minutes before they send someone—"

Her words are cut off when I spin her around and press against her. Her palms slap the sink, and our eyes lock on the bathroom mirror.

"Then let's make the most of those five minutes," I tell her, slipping my knee between her legs and nudging them to open. I lift her dress to her waist, and she grabs it with one hand, keeping the other on the counter. A shiver runs down her body when I trace a hand up the back of her thighs before running my knuckle over her pussy. A moan slips out before she bites her lips to stifle the sound. "I'm going to fill you, baby, rock so hard into you, you'll still feel me when we sit to have dinner with your family," I say roughly, tearing her panties down and dipping my finger between her folds to find her already wet. I tease her clit, and she bucks against me, her sex growing slicker with every stroke of the swelling bud. "Promise me you'll be really quiet, angel."

"I promise—" Her eyes glaze over when I slide my finger into her sodden sex, thrusting slowly into her and getting her all worked up. "Riot, please . . . need you."

She doesn't need to ask twice as my cock is aching with the need to be inside of her. I quickly unzip my jeans and shove them down along with my briefs, swearing softly when I release my cock from its tight confines.

My eyes stay locked on Sasha as I guide my shaft to her sex, I palm her mouth with my free hand before slamming deep into her wet channel. She screams behind my hand, and her eyes roll back, but the sound does not make it out of the room.

"Shhh," I rasp, pressing my mouth into her hair. "We don't want your family to hear their precious girl get railed in the bathroom, now do we?"

She shakes her head, moaning behind my hand when I start thrusting into her, panting next to her ear as I work my cock into her snug sex until the bathroom fills with the wet sound of slapping flesh. I bury my face in her neck as I drive hard into her wet heat, drawing so close to the edge that I can almost see it.

"Goddamnit, baby, how did I land someone as precious as you?" I whisper hoarsely into her ear, dropping my hand between her legs and strumming her swollen clit = as I grind harder and faster into her until we're both falling apart. I bite back a roar as my muscles clench a second before I come, her pulsing pussy gripping me hard and milking me of every last drop of my seed.

I release her mouth, and she releases a shuddering breath.

"Oh God," she whispers in horror when she looks into the mirror. Her hair is a mess, but she's not the only one disheveled. My brown hair is sticking out all over, and I see her lips lift in a smile when she looks at me. "They are going to know," she says, turning around to start fussing with my hair. "God, I can't believe we just did that in my parents' house."

"And we'll keep doing it if they keep inviting us," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her and drawing her flush against me. "Now let's go back. I need to know if the ice cream cake tastes half as good as it does on your lips."

"Yes, let's." She tilts her head back, giving me a sweet smile. "I love you, Riot. I'm glad I bumped into you at that police station."

"Me too."