Page 28 of Rider
“Who’s your lady?” someone asks off to one side. “She need a beer, too?”
“Rider, we need to–”
“Enough!” Rider yells, surprising everyone in the clubhouse, including me. My beastly biker looks down at me, his brown eyes twinkling and letting me know he’s not upset. He’s excited. “Yes, I survived another scrape with the dirty cops in this town, but that’s not important.”
“If that’s not important, what is?” Blade asks.
“This,” Rider answers seconds before lifting me into his arms.
His lips are on mine in the next second, his tongue stroking inside my mouth and claiming me from the inside out. I kiss him back with every ounce of gratitude I have for this man who has healed me in more ways than one. We get lost in each other, only coming back to reality when the hoots and hollers of the crowd filter in around us.
“Mine,” Rider growls as he sets me back on my feet. “My woman,” he says again, addressing everyone staring at us.
The heat of a blush covers my face and travels down my body, but I can’t deny that I like the attention. I like everyone knowing I belong to Rider.
“Okay, okay, we get it. Another one bites the dust,” Blade says.
Rider grunts while a few of the patrons in the clubhouse chuckle. Blade grins, and I know he’s happy for his friend. I hope he finds someone someday who keeps that smile on his face.
“A round of shots on me to celebrate the new couple,” he announces as he lifts his beer glass.
Rider nods and lifts me in his arms.
I shriek and giggle, giving my man a questioning look. “I thought the point of this was to claim me in front of your MC brothers or whatever.”
“Just did that. Now, I need to claim you in private.” He’s so serious as he carries me through the bar area and into a separate hallway.
“Um, as in…?”
“As in need to be inside you, need to feel that connection, need you wrapped around me as I remind you how much I love you.”
“Okay, then,” I say breathlessly as he darts into one of the empty rooms used for members who need a place to crash for the night.
Rider sets me down in front of the bed and strips me of my clothes so reverently despite his obvious need. He tears at his clothes, making me giggle with his intensity.
My laughter dies on my lips as he steps closer, erasing the distance between us. He runs his hands up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, breasts, and even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.
“Please,” I whimper, not even caring that I sound desperate. I am. He’s right there with me.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, gripping my hips and guiding me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs.
Rider gently lays me on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him. I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fist.
“Please,” I whisper again, my hands trailing up my torso to cup my breasts. My skin is so sensitive, every light touch seems to go straight to my clit, making it throb in anticipation.
Rider tears his eyes away from where they were locked on my pussy, and he grunts again when he sees me playing with my nipples.
“Fuck, Sutton. You’re so damn sexy.” He’s on me in the next instant, covering my body with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on my skin and leaving little love bites up my torso and on my breasts.
I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When Rider finally reaches my mouth, he slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.
My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. His long, thick cock glides against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’sso closeto where I need him, and I nearly cry in frustration.
Rider sits back slightly and gathers my wrists in one of his massive hands. He raises my hands over my hand and pins them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck. “Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate. He drags his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, then nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp. “Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Sutton. Are you ready for me?”
I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Rider growls and reaches between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses from my core, overwhelming my body.