CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

“A badass biker man loves me. So, what's your super power?" -  Zara

 

 

 

      "My girl is too thin. I need to feed you up." Fingers played around her ribcage, stroking, tempting her though her body was in that sated status.

      "Like the fatted calf?" she laughed. "Is that something a scary outlaw would say, sounds a little sexist if you ask me. But look who I'm saying it to, the walking breathing stone-age biker-man. Let me introduce you to the twenty-first century, don’t be afraid, biker man." She smiled flirtatiously. Largely because Rider had his other hand on the rise of her butt just right where the base of her spine dipped in, fingers splayed caressing her. It felt so nice she wiggled a little. She’d been wrecked by sex, a sopping wet mess, juices leaking out of her even now while her bones rebuilt themselves from the hard pounding he’d given her.

      Warm, curled against a gorgeous man who had just fucked her brains out twice, and he was telling her she was thin. If he offered her fat-free chocolate she was going to declare it the perfect day.

      "Not sexist if it's true, Icy. The first time I got hands on you, you were all these sexy as fuck curves and dips. My girl is too thin now, scared I’ll break you when I get into that pussy I own."

      “If you wouldn’t drag me off to bed before I can eat dinner, that might help.” she smiled in a saucy teasing way, playing her fingers over the span of his chest feeling his heart rap steadily.

      “I'm shoulderin' the blame, am I?” was his smirked reply. Adding as he stroked fingertips around her hip to keep her planted firmly over his crotch. “Beautiful. Too thin, though. I’ll make it better.”

       "I don't need a white knight."

      "Nah, you need a Rider. Fortunately for you, baby, I'm right here. Now gimme that mouth." He encouraged with his voice turned up to smokey and the same hand rubbed the length of her spine right up to her nape which he palmed. Zara’s purr went nuclear.

      "You want my mouth?"

      "Yes. Gimme your gorgeous mouth up here, baby." His voice was thick with sin.

      Against his chest, her smile grew. Not making a move to shift up his body, his chest bare and golden brown her mouth watered, Zara easily snuggled into the hardness of his torso, kissed over a nipple, grinned when he growled, she squealed, abruptly finding herself rolled beneath him.

      Nothing pleased her more than seeing the dark hungry look in his eyes.

      It was one thing to be taken by that kind of man, and another to see it gazing down with no filters whatsoever, just right there for her to see.

      Sexy as hell.

       He prowled up over her, pushed open her thighs settling between them, his hands braced on either side of her head.

      He'd had her every which way in the last couple of hours yet she could see he was far from finished.

       She hummed excited low in the back of her throat, a needy sound when he pressed his lower body into the cradle of her hips, rubbing his cock until he could slip into her wetness. It drove her crazy when he wouldn't slide further inside. She needed him deep.

      Whimpering his name, undulating her back in hopes of pushing him inside herself, didn't persuade him otherwise, Rider simply held himself still pressed down over her.

      He did that hip movement again drawing out more of her throat moans as her pleasure began to revive with every gentle nudge on her sensitive flesh. She'd thought all those orgasms were enough, that surely, she couldn't have any more this week, this month, but her body begged to differ. Crawling her hands around Rider's waist, hooking her leg to his, Zara snuggled down into the bed, pumped her hips up, or tried to.

      "Rider...." his name drawled every letter in a hot whisper.

      "I wanted your mouth, baby. Didn't I tell you gimme that mouth?"

      God. Now was not the time to tease her.

      Scowling up at his wicked smile stretching out his lips, made sexier with his hair hanging free around his face tickling hers when he leaned down, providing a small canopy for them, he sampled a whisper kiss to her lips, drew back when she arched for more.

      His cock slid against her clit. One wet slide before he retreated leaving her on a precipice of wanting to kill him. He’s so fucking intense she can’t stand it.

      She pulsed from within and clutched his waist digging her nails to get him to come down even further. Rider only grinned unfazed like it was a day out at the park for him. Ugh. Is it right that I want to punch him? Asking for a friend.

       "What do you want, baby … need my cock inside you?" Jesus Christ. Give the man a coconut! face flush, she was trembling, dripping and wanting him like a deranged person on the edge of sanity, her hand caressed down to his butt, urging him in.

      Yes, yes, yes.

      "Yes. Why are you teasing me?"

      Rider had other ideas she soon found out. "Just like I wanted your fuckin' mouth."

      Oh. My. God. "You're really withholding your cock because I didn't kiss you in a timely fashion?" her eyes blazed ready to punch the smile from his gorgeous face.

      "Timely fashion ... my fuckin’ cute articulate girl." his voice held humor. Back and forth, hard and slow, Rider slid the head of his cock against Zara until she thought she'd die. He grunted every now and then, his upper body flexing, each muscle giving and releasing ... if she could just ... her hips lifted the same time as her hand on his tight butt pulled him down. Damn his strength. He resisted frustrating the hell out of her. She huffed, glaring up.

      "Now you know if I ask for your fuckin' mouth, you give me your fuckin' mouth, Icy. Got it? You're so wet. I'm makin' my girl soaked, aren't I? slippery fuckin' wet, it feels so good ... so good." His grunt boiled out of Rider's mouth, the sexiest noise she'd ever heard. He was teasing himself as much as he was her but that didn’t very well help Zara in her hour of need now did it? Not when she’d become so hyper-aware of her own body, she could feel every layer of skin humming for him, and when she blinked it felt like a tidal wave of wind. God, he was driving her insane holding her on the edge.

      "Please, fuck me already. I’ll give you every kiss you want when you want it with tongue, a lot of tongue. Just ... fuck me right now.”  With her neck strained back, her entire body reached up under his, needing his cock pushing in until the stretch hurt.

      Shiiit, she loved that thickness of him pressed inside her wall-to-wall stretching her out.

      She moaned.

      And whimpered.

      Then murmured his name like a dirty mantra.

      “Rider! Goddamn it.”

      “Fuck. I know. I know.” he grated against her neck doing his own shuddering, his rough facial hair another source of friction racing her to the finish line with speed.

      Zara was desperate. Paralyzed in lust. In that intoxicating place that was only hers and Rider’s.

       Fingers reached up to clutch his hair and with a yank she had his mouth on hers, her tongue going deep. Rider laughed into her mouth at first, but it soon turned into a groan of want as she tasted him with a fierceness she'd never shown him yet. Possessing his mouth, taking it for her own. She could take only so much before her dam burst, he had a knack of taking her to the edge, of using his every skill to send her out of her mind.

     Gripping her hips to hold her steady, Rider thankfully did the decent thing before she had to claw the skin off his back. By fucking her brains out again. He echoed inside her even as he moved roughly, she felt him not just between her legs as his churn increased furiously all out of sync, pumping … thrusting deeper, that delicious friction causing both to moan at the exact same time, but in the beats of her heart, she felt him with every thud of her unused muscle.

       She fell in love.

       Or was already in love and that was the second she let the truth be freed.

      She loved him.

      Oh, dear god.

      She loved Rider.

      Truly, deeply, madly, passionate, angrily sometimes wanted to kill him but would miss him too much loved him.

      He fucked her so good she fell into sleep almost as soon as her orgasms had abated.

      Worn out by Rider.

      And it was the first full night of sleep she wasn’t hounded by one single nightmare.

 

 

******

 

 

      Hands were touching Rider as he roused from sleep. Gentle ticklish caresses enough to have his gray matter checking back into living even when he was sure he needed more sleep.

      Fuck, he was exhausted, his girl was a demon when she wanted his cock, she’d put Rider into the hardest sleep of his life when she got through with her demands.  Fuck me again. More, Rider. Harder, faster. Jesus…he'd never known a woman so hungry.

      Thank god, because he’d been drained, there'd been no rousing his cock no matter how much she ground against him like a she-cat in heat. He'd given it his all and finished her off with his hand, fingers drilled all the way to her goddamn G-spot, telling her she had to wait until morning if she wanted any more.

      He’d gone to sleep like a man welcoming death.

      That was until he felt a feathering along his inner thigh. Not irritating exactly, a barely there touch.

His hand dipped under the cover to scratch, roll over and sleep again, and he encountered a head of hair. Huh.

      Call him a dim-fuck because it took his brain a second to catch up and figure what was happening.

      His eyes flipped open, one hard rebound of eyelids, sleep leaving him in a fast race of all his brain cells coming back online, yanking the top blanket back there was his Icy-girl nestled between his legs, kissing his thighs in the sweetest way, her hand spanning the thickness of his stone-hard cock as she stroked pushing it up his belly. Her lips circling the swollen head with a feather touch. All dainty like. Like a goddamn queen kissing a poodle.

      Oh, fuck. His cock kicked, grow impossibly harder in her fist. The thing happy as a village idiot reaching out for more attention.

      She'd woken him up with the beginnings of a blowjob.

      Goddamn, his girl was amazing.

      Sleep rough voice, Rider tried to wake all the way, no way in hell he'd miss a second of this.  Had she licked her lips first teasing his cock to harden? goddamn, the image was enough to tighten his muscles. His sweeter than sweet girl was amazing sucking him off, he loved fucking her mouth, hearing her mewls as she struggled to take all of him in, dirtying her up with the depraved act only the idea that she was all stirred up, maybe putting her hand between her thighs first rubbing one out as she'd laid next to his body, quaking wet muffling her cries, before deciding she wanted him in her lips and so took the initiative... shit yeah...

      His hips lifted, pumping himself in her hand. "Fuck. Yeah. Tighter, Icy. Do me tighter. Grip your fist,"

      Kisses streaked across his thigh, her 'Mmmm's' of enjoyment shot down his spine as her fingers wrapped around his cock tighter just how he liked.

      Rider had had hundreds of blowjobs in his life, his first when he was still only thirteen with the typical older girl next door giving him the fluttering lashes and the let's practice routine on him, he remembered it being sloppy, shooting his come about a second after she got her mouth on him laid on the grass by the pond near their houses. She'd never spoken to him after that, but Rider had known from that day on that he absolutely loved his cock being sucked. For years that had been his best blowie.

      Until Zara.

      Shit, he'd dreamed of her perfect lips sinking around his cock for months afterward, he'd wake so goddamn hard that his climax would power out of him all over his belly the moment his hand jacked himself off.

      Rider was in heaven.

      He used his upper torso to manoeuvre himself up against the pillows in a better position to look down and watch her head bobbing up and down, licking him.

      "Suck me in, baby." He pleaded quietly, watching her every moment as she settled deeper into the bed, the raised pink criss-cross scars on her back were visible in the early morning light and it almost unhinged Rider to see proof of the suffering she'd dealt with. Soon the last motherfucker who had hurt her would pay. He tended his fingers over the marks almost like he could erase them for her.

      Only her sucking brought his head back, a grunt kicking out of his chest.

       “Damn, baby, love to see those lips wrapped around me. Take it all, right down. Lick, I wanna see your dirty tongue.”

       As if she'd judged his mood drifting as he stroked her shoulder blades, her lips ceased their kissing and she pulled his cock roughly through her double palms until she only held the swollen leaking tip, her tongue darted out licking him like a lollipop.

      Somewhere in the recess of Rider's brain, in that corner he didn't really use any more explosions began to happen, making him blink extensively, his neck cranked back on the pillow temporarily blocking out his view of his girl going at his his cock.

      "That's my girl ... slide me in, suck me … fuuuuck … all the way, need to feel your throat." It took strong-fucking-will not to grab her by the nape and slam straight to her throat. It was the closest Rider had ever come to begging a woman before, no one played him to the point of madness. His cock was so full and hard, aching for release, her pale almost luminous eyes flipped open to pin him, a secret almost shy smile curving the corners of her lips and he knew he'd wait for as long as she wanted, he'd suffer blue balls for days on end as long as her mouth was silky wet on him.

      He reached down, gently brushed back her hair so as to watch his girl fully, and with her lips rounded in a pink O, she took him in and in and in.

      One long slow agonizing inch at a time. And she didn't stop until he hit the back of her throat.

      During which Rider began praying to fucking Jesus and Elvis Presley for the strength not to lose his shit in his girl's mouth before he'd truly experienced that wicked tongue slurping the length of his veined shaft sucking holy hell out of him while her hands worked him into a lather by grabbing his balls and twisting in the way he liked. Her purring sending vibrations through his body plummeted him into no return.

       When he came it was backbreaking. Watching her the entire time taking his pleasure into her mouth, swallowing and moaning, she sucked him right through his orgasm, really twirling her tongue against his slit. It was the sexiest act he'd ever witnessed.

      And just like a goddamn lady, while his body went through the series of waning spasms coming down from his life-altering climax his eyes caressing her tits, nipples like tiny pebbles, she stretch up on her knees, breathing rapid dipping her belly in and out, she'd plonked back on her heels, smiled at him so sweetly, before she wiped the corner of her lip. He chuckled.

      "Hmmm … Good morning, Ambrosio."

      No disputing it any longer. Nope, that ship had left the port on this one.  Rider pitched harder in love with her.

      Sex sweat was beading his forehead, he'd had some workout and hadn't even moved a muscle to earn it. Zara worked him out and wrung him dry. Leaning forward, a hand cupped the side of her face, running his thumb against her lower lip.

      "Jesus fuck. My girl woke me with morning head. I love you, Icy."

      Crickets. Their bedroom seemed to lose all its air.

      Whatever he expected, Rider didn't figure he'd see her eyes shut down of emotion in a quick blink of time. Blowjob high one minute, deadly serious the next, with a move like lightning he was on her, rolling her, the moment after that he was growling pushing her back on the bed, anchoring her arms above her head, his entire body held over hers, keeping his weight caging her in, his knees braced either side of her slim frame, she was like a tiny doll beneath him.                

      "Don't you shut me out, Zara. I see that shit crystal clear on your face and it's pissing me off. Don't fuckin' do it."

      "I…I'm not doing any such thing … lift off me, you're heavy." Her eyes avoided him. Yep. Pissed him off.

      "Now you're straight up bullshittin' me. Not on you. Look at me."

      His voice quiet.

      He let her arms go to turn her chin his way. It was a hard punch to his gut that she wouldn't look at him. "Dammit, Zara, look at your man right now. I just told you I love you. I didn't ask for it back, did I? Don't close me out, not after you just give me the sweetest fuckin' wake-up call I've ever had, you know what that meant to me? don't take all that back from us." He had to work fast if he was going to climb another of her fucking walls, but Rider would climb for days if he had to. His face reared down, buried in the side of her neck, smelling her sweet skin.

       Skin that was warm and smelled of their sex.

      "Fuckin’ hell, Zara, what more do I have to say to show you I need you. I want you all day long, every minute of the night until I ache.  I’m open raw for you. You’re every thought I have until I’m crazy with it. I want you drenching my cock with your orgasms. I want my name to bounce off the walls you can't stop from screamin'. I want the juices from your perfect fuckin' pussy all over me claimin' what's yours. You've set my world on fire, baby. I want every-fuckin'-thing from you. I'm a greedy possessive motherfucker where you’re concerned, you just don't know, and it's taken everything I am not to just take you over these past months, to show you what you mean to me, what we could be together if you only just reached out and took a chance on us. I'm done waitin'.

       “I feel it in my gut what you got in your heart for me, whether you say it, it's there, Zara. And I fuckin' love you. Accept it. It doesn't come with a price. It's yours. I burned the fuckin' receipt. I don’t know about fate and destiny and all that bullshit but this between us is real, Zara. It’s like a fire out of control consuming me from the gut upwards. Take that chance. You can’t keep too much already inside, you can’t bottle up everythin’, or people like you and me we go crazy. Whether you tell me I know it’s there. Want nothing from you except you. Only you, Icy."

      He kissed along her hammering vein, before trailing the same unending kiss down her collarbone, along her chest, across to first one stiff nipple then the other, sucking both in greeting until they were hard. He almost came just looking at them. Her nipples loved his tongue, greedy babies.

      “Rider. Jesus. And then you say all that sweet to me. You undo me. Just when I think I have my balance here you come knocking me over.”

      Her eyes turned glassy.

      “I’ll catch you.” Her flat stomach got a skim of wet open mouthed kisses, too thin, he thought again, like she'd never had enough to eat for a long time. He could spend the next ten years taking care of his old lady and still that stark truth of her ordeal would still be the nightmare in his brain. “Trust me that I won’t let you fall, baby.” He loved every-single-thing he saw, and he set about letting her know it by kissing her everywhere, lingering for a long time again at each breast until she showed some reaction, until her body gave out on an exhale, feeling her tense body growing lax … accepting, letting Rider know her coolness had melted and his Zara was back in the moment with him.

      “Will you trust me?” braced above her there was a second of silence, her chest inflating rapidly against his, he willed her almost to give him this without a fight, not to knock them back fifty steps, fuck no, not when he’d just chicked out with feelings. He saw she was scared, it radiated out of her eyes, and the slight tremor of her body. He’d spewed his guts not expecting anything in return, though fuck. He did want his girl to love him back, call him a fucking pansy but he wanted the words as well.

      “I already do. Always. You saved me, Ambrosio, but beyond that, you stood at my back and let me save myself every single day never pushing me just being at my back. God. That means everything to me. Of course, I trust you. You just threw me with … that ... Is all. I do trust you and what you say.” she heaved a breath and Rider did some of his own air sucking as well because he hadn’t expected the confession.

       Fucking hell she was goddamn amazing.

      “Baby. Fuck. Always gonna be there, you got it? Together.”

      “Together.” she agreed softly and looking up at him like she loved him back. Rider didn’t need her to say the words yet. They’d come in their own time.

       When he heard her involuntary inhale Rider grinned dipping his head he kissed against her belly. “My smart beautiful girl. I love you, deal with it. Now open your fuckin' sexy-as-sin legs for me while I have my breakfast."

      Caught her off guard. Rider used that slack momentum to pry her legs apart with his hands, he was stronger than she was so he kept them pressed wide open using only his shoulders, massaging her thighs relaxing her into the bed, seeing all that juicy bare pink waiting for him. He licked his lips. Fucking famished.

      If he touched her now he'd find her slippery.

      Giving him a blowjob had turned his girl on. She gave him a fresh erection.  "Wha ... wait. Ambrosio, wait a second. I didn't give you ... really, you don't have to just because I did. That was for you."

       When would Zara learn anything about Rider? He didn't do anything he didn't want to. And right now, his mouth was watering to get at her pussy, to wring an orgasm out of her she wouldn't have the energy to think about hiding behind her walls ever again.

       “I can smell you, baby. Sweet honey teasin’ me. It’s driving me fuckin’ insane, need to..want to ... have to fuckin’ taste you.” He took one long lick up her slit, exposing her hard-little clit to his tongue. So happy to see me. He flicked around the sensitive bump, fixed his mouth from clit to entrance in an open-mouthed kiss. Her taste exploded on his tongue, Rider went from hungry to ravenous eating at her erotically.

       She bucked moaning, he saw her grip the bed in her two fists.

      "There's my sweet honey." Eyes on her he let her watch him snake his tongue out and lick her from top to bottom of her pussy. "I'm starved for you. And a real man eats his girl's pussy for breakfast."

      "Oh. My. God. You truly need to curb that dirty unfiltered mouth, Ambrosio." Even after everything they'd done to each other’s body, Zara could still blush. He grinned despicably, waiting for her eyes to reach his before he licked her sweetness again. This time she didn't chastise or try to close her legs, she gripped his hair bringing him closer, pushing his face into her pussy.  Dirty girl. Her knees went slack falling to the bed sighing into her ragged moan, he felt her body soften as her other hand came to his head. And then her voice, softer than an angel barely reached his ears because he was too damn busy burying his face in soaked heaven.

      "Fine. Don't let me stop you getting your fill, bad biker. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day...oh god right there, do that again… Riiiiiiiiderrrrrr."

      She claimed the same about dinner that night, too, when Rider fucked Zara like the badass biker she called him, on the kitchen counter, also up against the fridge rocking the magnets holding up recipe cards to the floor, while food boiled and bubbled on the stove, his girl screaming and Rider told her four more times that he fucking loved her.

      She believed him this time and just blushed. He'd get the words when she was ready. He wasn't going anywhere.

      He made sure she ate two plates of food afterward.

      With the taste of his girl in his mouth, like the perverted cat that got the canary, he had one arm around her cuddled in all soft and warm, sated just how he loved her being, Rider reached for his cell when it vibrated inside his jeans pocket on the floor.

      “Rider…?” her voice silk almost made him drop his pants and fuck her again. All day fuck fests he could get used to. Addicted as hell to her. And his cock was even worse. Straight up crackhead for her, never happier than when it was clenched in hot and seduction.

      He kissed her forehead. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

      “‘kay” and right there naked on the couch, legs tangled together, her hand laid across his chest Zara dropped to sleep again, her little puffs of air through pursed lips cranked out his smile.

      The smile vanished reading a text from Grinder.  His tracker had done the impossible. <Got the fucker. Holed up in a warehouse south of Julliard St. Have eyes on it.> He typed his own message out in record time <Stay on him. I’m calling the boys. Wait for my call.> Three more texts followed to Hawk, and to two of his prospects to get their asses to his house. He wanted eyes all over it while he was leaving Zara alone.

      Loathe to leave her, not when they’d had a moment, she was finally accepting what he felt for her, what they had together, he slid her to the cushions, she muffled like a little sleepy cat making him grin and wish he had more time to assure her. He was in his clothes and pushing feet down into his boots when she woke, blinking owl slow at him. Rider crouched by the couch, stroked a finger down her cheek.

       “Head up to bed, Icy, it's late. I gotta go to the club for a while.” before she could ask if something was wrong, he saw the question in her eyes he added. “Not leavin’ you alone, two prospects will be outside if you need anything but I won’t be that long.”

      “Is it…?”

       “Yes. I’ll tell you more when I get home. You’re safe, Zara. He’s nowhere near here. I’m gonna end this, okay? For us. This shit will end once and for all.” Something detached in Zara’s eyes as he expected, her coping mechanism racing to life, but strong as he knew she could be it disappeared an instant later, she nodded.

      He kissed her and wanted to say all kinds of love shit but it would feel too much like a goodbye and he intended to walk back through that door to her very soon.

      Once Rider had retrieved his handgun from its lockbox in the safe upstairs he kissed Zara again, she was already dressed in the clothes they’d torn off her earlier, she wasn’t sleeping anytime soon.

      “Be safe.” she told him, worry in her eyes.

      He cocked her a grin and cupped the back of her neck briefly connecting their foreheads gently. “Always. I’ll see you soon, baby.”

      Striding out to his bike there was hard tension on his shoulders, not only to do right for his club but for his girl as well. There was no doubt he wanted Hades dead, that was a given long before he even knew what that maniac had done to Zara. Now, though. The hate was an ulcer festering in his gut. Better yet it was his only fucking focus. Zara would only come back to life fifty percent knowing Hades lurking someone still breathing, and that wasn’t good enough for Rider, he’d tasted her sweetness, he knew she loved him, it was in her every action and stolen glance, the way she cuddled into his spine when she thought he was sleeping and would murmur his name so reverent, but he wanted more, he wanted her to live for him, like she was his life now.

      Hades was gonna die.

      Die hard and painful.

      For his old lady's happiness. For his club.

      Dirty shit landed on a president's shoulders all the time. Rider had done a lot of things he probably shouldn't ever be boastful about, but this, he was gonna sing like a goddamn Nightingale just as soon as that bastard was burned to ash. His jaw set, eyes turned flat. Love was a crazy motivator and stabilizer all in one. He felt invincible suddenly. 

      He revved his bike, braced both boots on the ground as the engine idled, reaching a look down the midnight overcast street while he fastened his helmet under his chin, waited until two of his prospects turned onto his quiet road a minute later he had a quick word with them, basically saying if anything happened to Zara he’d make jelly out of their bones and feed their innards to the junkyard dogs.

      They laughed nervously not sure if he meant it.

      Where Zara’s safety was concerned, he meant every damn word.

      Death and love all in the one night. It was new to him but something he welcomed.

      With a chin jut to his boys, trusting they’d do as he ordered to watch the house like it was the pentagon, he kicked up the bike’s stand and roared off towards his club and the strategy meeting waiting in church for him.

      The agenda; how to kill one motherfucking enemy for good.