Page 8 of Riding Mr. Right
I bury my face into her neck and groan as I thrust into her harder, hooking my finger until the inevitable sighs explode from her lips and she’s begging me not to stop. This sound may be what I’ve been missing all these years. It’s soft and delicate, yet whiney and out of control, beating at the insides of me like a drum.
I need more.
“This is what I need, Brick.” She’s breathless. “Don’t stop! Please!”
I rub faster and thrust deeper, ignoring the knock that’s just landed on the door.
Fucking hell. These guys have terrible timing.
“We’ve got an emergency, man. Come on. Open up!”
I’ve never cared less about an emergency. In fact, the whole place could be burning down, and I’d sit right here in the middle of all the flames until she got off.
The banging gets louder. “Seriously, dude! Open the fucking door! We need your help!”
Jewel glances up at me, panting. “Sounds like they need you. You should…” She sighs as I thrust harder. “You should go. We can finish this later.”
“No!” I growl. “We’re finishing this now. Come for me, bunny. Come all over me. Make my hand wet with your come so I can lick it off.”
She sighs and grinds against my hand as I continue to work her over. They can pound all they want. If Jewel wants me to keep going, I’m going to keep going.
“Arnie’s on his way to the hospital. We think he had a heart attack.” Diesel’s voice echoes through the solid wood door.
Fuck!
Jewel glances at me, landing her leg on the ground as worry settles onto her forehead. “I did this. I got upset, and I ran away. He had good intentions. It’s my fault.”
“No. It’s not your fault.” I tip her gaze toward mine and kiss her forehead. “Get dressed. Let’s see what’s going on.”
Chapter Five
Jewel
Chap is a man of very few words, but when he speaks, everyone listens. At first, I thought maybe it was because he was so large. The man towers over all of us at some height that I can’t comprehend. Six foot eight maybe. He’s also thick and covered in tattoos. Either way, when he sits down next to me, I realize quickly it’s more than his stature that makes people listen.
“He’s going to be okay. Arnie’s a tough guy.” Despite his size, his tone is gentle.
I nod, pinching my lips against my teeth, unsure of what to say in response.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” Chap clears his throat and strokes his beard as he glances toward me.
“No. The Springs. I came up here to find my father who I’ve subsequently given a heart attack. So… that’s going well.”
Chap smiles. “You didn’t do this. We’re not that powerful. We like to think we are, though.”
“Oh, are you a priest? I guess I thought Chaplain was just a nick name, not your actual profession. I’m not religious so please forgive me if I screwed it up.”
“You don’t have to be.” He glances toward Brick who’s raiding a few vending machines for us. “Religion doesn’t have to be about God. It’s about believing in something bigger than yourself.”
I drag in a deep breath. “But you… are you a man of God?”
“I’m a man who strives to be in service to God, though recently I’ve since found myself here in a place of indecision and relative uncertainty.”
“I don’t understand.”
He laughs. “I’ve spent most of my life working on becoming a priest. I made it my life’s focus, but for reasons beyond my control, it hasn’t been in my cards just yet. So, while I wait, I try to keep my MC brothers on the path… despite their best efforts.”
For some reason, religion has always intrigued me. So naturally, my anxiety ridden, restless self begins to ask too many questions.