“We’re good, you two. Just heading out now to eat. Go have some food. Jenna, you can be on clean-up duty. Okay?” Delia was shooing us out of the kitchen.

“Sure,” I agreed, and Rider took my hand and we headed to where everyone was, to an area that opened to the outside. There were tables both inside and outside, and people sitting, standing, walking in and out. Some were getting plates of food from the massive spread. There were close to a dozen long tables that had to have twenty or so chairs at each.  The place was crawling with bikers. Biker wives. Kids. People that didn’t look like bikers, too. The photo collages from the funeral home had been set up on one side.

Some people were dressed up and others were dressed down, so my flip flops with my funeral clothes didn’t look too out of place.

Jojo waved at me and I saw that she was sitting with Deke, Spencer, Deacon, and a few other people from the Aberdeen charter. They’d saved us seats.

Jojo’s eyes were now make-up free and a little puffy, but she gave me a small smile.

Rider waved at them and then pointed toward the food, gesturing we were grabbing some. Deke gave us a thumbs up.

The two long food tables were filled with lasagnas, crock pots filled with meatballs. All sorts of appetizers, salads, cold cuts, veggie and fruit trays, and buns.

And I was suddenly famished.

And I was going to sit and eat with my new boyfriend and his family.

My boyfriend. A biker. A biker who… no, Jenna. Don’t look back right now. Look forward.

He didn’t know me when he had a gang bang. He only had me kidnapped to protect me. He had never wanted an exclusive relationship with someone, not even spent the night sleeping beside someone all night cuddling like that. But, he wanted it with me. Me. He liked his name on my back. He looked out for me in multiple ways. A life with him could have lots of fun, laughter, good times.

But, if he’d never been in a relationship before, how did he know he wanted it? How did he know if he’d be capable of being faithful? Would that be a struggle? I didn’t want to be with someone who would ever be able to even fathom cheating on me. It shouldn’t take effort to be faithful to someone.

Normally, I led a cat and mouse chase with a guy and I decided how far to let him in. I was always careful with my heart. Some got in more than others. Never did they get in very far. Not since Michael. But, Rider Valentine had ploughed in despite my advanced defense system. Was I really gonna do this?

Shit. I wanted to.

I made a decision. I’d try. I’d be cautious, but I’d try. And hope that when all the drama was over, he didn’t change his mind and decide I wasn’t worth the trouble. And hope that this wasn’t a ‘thrill of the chase’ game. I’d have to try to stop myself from falling head over heels in case this fizzed out fast. It might be too late for that already, though.

We sat and ate with everyone. And people told stories. And showed their tattoos that’d been done by Luke “Lick” Hanson. And I sat beside Rider, his arm around me or on my chair. He was attentive. He got me a drink refill. He brought me a red velvet cupcake with that drink refill without my asking. He touched my hair. He introduced me to more people. He was demonstrative.

It felt nice. It felt promising.

I was still scared, but I was trying to ‘roll’ with it.

“I gotta have a bathroom break.” Jojo rose from the table after we’d been sitting for well over an hour with Axel and his woman Leah, the pretty platinum blonde I’d seen with Jojo the day before.

She’d told me that she’d partied with Ella the weekend before, the night of pudding shooters and pulled pork (according to the texts I had from Ella). They’d partied with Jet, initiating Ella into the Dominion Brotherhood Sisterhood with a shooter consumption challenge. She passed with flying colors.

Not surprising.

“That explains those texts I got from her,” I’d said with a laugh.

Leah was nice. She was feeling the loss of Jet of course, as they’d been tight, but Rider was right. This party here was to celebrate Lick. Leah promised me that there’d be a shooter initiation night for me as soon as possible.

I hadn’t seen Edge, other than for a very brief appearance at the funeral home. I overheard some people saying he was heading to Jet’s hometown to see her parents and be there for the funeral.

The club was planning to have a party for her when he got back.

She had a rough relationship with them, had minimal contact, but as she and Edge weren’t legally married, he had very little say in her final arrangements.  I’d heard them say it wouldn’t be a ‘club’ funeral, because her parents were very anti-biker.

“I’ll go tinkle, too,” I said to Jojo’s bathroom break comment. “Bring you back a drink or anything?” I asked Rider.

“Beer would be nice, gorgeous.”

“Anyone else?” I asked.

I got a bunch of ‘nopes’ and ‘no thanks’.

I saw Bronto by the door when I went inside.

He was smiling at me.

“Hey Jenna. Jojo.” He said.

“Hey Bront…” Jojo said and gave him a high five.

“Teddy Bear,” I said low and gave him a mock punch in the arm.” He winced and grabbed the opposite arm, teasingly.

I smiled and gave him a look that I hoped spoke volumes. By his resulting smile, I think it did.

“Feet feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Much,” I said. “Were you sent out for these?”

He gave me a nod. “They were squishy. I thought they’d be good.”

“Squishy is good. You did good. Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Nothing. We have a fund.”

“A sore foot fund?” I laughed.

“A fund to take care of guests of the club. But, looks like you’re an old lady now, so you never offer to pay back a prospect or a member for doin’ something for you. Your old man takes care of all those expenses. Okay?”

“Old lady? Bleck.”

“Not bleck,” Jojo said. “It’s an honor. Trust me. Lotta women want it and never get it.”

I winced. “I need biker broad lessons.”

Jojo laughed. “I got you. Let’s go. Ima pee my pants.”

“Thanks, Teddy Bear,” I said.

“Anytime, Jenna.” He smiled. 

Not far from the door was a ladies’ bathroom with several stalls.

Washing our hands at the sinks after using the facilities I asked, “You okay?”

She shrugged. “It’s hard, but this is helping. People telling stories, celebrating his life. Everyone is treating me like I lost him and that helps, too, because it’s the first time I’ve been able to show my feelings for him. Makes me sad, though. Makes me want him here, so I can be on his arm, unembarrassed. But, we never got that.”

I nodded, sadly.

“But, he fucked that girl.”

I gulped.

“And I know he and I were early on, but I don’t know if he’d have kept doing things like that or if it was just ‘cuz he knew I’m a virgin, so he had to get off, because he couldn’t get off with me.” She dried her hands and then her hands went into her hair at both sides and she looked tormented. “If I wasn’t and we’d been having sex, maybe he wouldn’t have been with Kailey. And if he hadn’t fucked her, maybe they wouldn’t have had him killed.”

“No. Don’t you take that on your shoulders.” I grabbed her hand.

She pulled her hand back. She was struggling. She was struggling hard. She needed space, so I took a step back.

She cleared her expression at my look of worry and fluffed her hair.
“Yeah. I just need… time.”

She jerked her head toward the door and I followed her back out, feeling worried about her state of mind.

She should not feel responsible for his death. At all.

But, unfortunately, guilt and, I’m guessing, grief, don’t work that way. I did not have a good feeling about Joelle Valentine’s road toward getting over this.

***

“Show us!” I goaded Brady.

It was dark and there were campfires burning in three big firepots. The booze was flowing, and the tunes were blaring. Lick’s favorite band had been Aerosmith, and someone had put together a huge selection of their songs to play on a loop.

Some people had left, others were obviously here for the night. I’d changed into a pair of black jeggings and a long drapey black and blue tee that Jojo had packed for me, washed a truckload of dishes with the other ladies, and now it was turning into a good time.

Someone turned off Aerosmith and put on some dance music.

There were a few grumbles, until a bunch of girls got up and started dancing and the complaints died down as the men were watching the girls. That guy from The Roadhouse who’d begged us to dance with him was in there with them. He spotted me and wiggled his finger at me to invite me into the group. I stood, and Rider grabbed my hand and tugged it, so I landed on his lap.

“Hey?” I joked.

He shook his head. “No.”

“Huh?” Was he serious? He looked serious.

“You dance way too sexy for these fuckers. I’d have to fight them off.”

I laughed and smacked his arm. His lips went to my ear and he sucked on my earlobe, giving me goosebumps.

“Serious, gorgeous. I clocked you that first night and thought you were damn gorgeous. But when you danced? Fuckin’ pulled me in like a tractor beam.”

“Tractor beam?”

“Star Trek?”

“Huh? You’re a Trekkie? Ewwww.”

He shook his head. “Don’t diss Star Trek, Jenna, or we’ll have problems.”

I laughed. “Ella likes that show too. I don’t get it.”

“You’re gonna learn to like it.”

I giggled and then he kissed me breathless.

When he finally let me up for air, I saw Spencer staring at us and I didn’t like the look on his face.

I smiled at him. He seemed to shake himself out of whatever angry thoughts he was having. He smiled back and took a sip of his drink and the ugliness seemed to disappear.

After three songs, the third of which I found myself moving and grooving to from Rider’s lap and getting Rider a little bit hot and bothered (not unintentionally) when Aerosmith got put back on and at the firepot we were at, people started telling more stories about Luke.

There’d been quite a few stories about how he was a practical joker. He sounded like the life of the party. And so did Rider. The stories of antics and practical jokes often included the both of them.

But, Spencer had told a few stories that had some of us grinding our teeth. He was well on his way to pissed drunk and wasn’t hesitating to throw in comments about women who’d been present at certain things. A story was told about a teenaged Lick getting caught with a girl, having sex, by her older brother, who tried to beat Lick up. Rider had been getting lucky with the girl’s friend in a bathroom, and he and Rider had beat the snot out of the older brother.

Rider had glared at Spence.

“I know it wouldn’t’ve been two on one if the guy fought fair. He pulled a knife on Hanson, so Ride had to put his dick away and jump in.”

“Spence,” Rider said, his tone laced with warning.

Spencer chuckled and sipped his beer.

Jojo stayed quiet during that. But, the group felt the tension. Except Spencer. He carried on, drunkenly half-repeating the story, emphasis on the highlights, as if the rest of us hadn’t already heard or as if we’d laugh the second time he told an inappropriate story when no one laughed but him the first time.

Someone changed the subject. Spencer brought it back around to some other story that began at a strip joint and ended with a party at a house rented by four of the strippers that worked there.

And that was when I cut him off and changed topics and asked Brady what tattoo he’d gotten that was brought up that day in the eulogy Rider had delivered.

This story was explained to tell me about the time Brady passed out first at a party and was so drunk, he slept straight through his ass getting tattooed by Lick. Spencer didn’t seem bothered that I’d hijacked his story. He laughed at the Brady story.

Brady refused to tell us what the tat was of.

I got a reprimanding squeeze from Rider when I’d again hollered out “Come on…show us!”

Brady had a seriously fine ass, but I was more curious about what that mystery ass cheek tattoo might be than I was seeing his bare butt.

Finally, Brady glanced at Jojo and said, “Fuck it”, then dropped his drawers on one side and showed us.

And me, Leah, and Jojo laughed our asses off, because bent over, in the firelight of the campfire, we saw a cute little teddy bear that looked like Ted from the Ted movie, with a Viking helmet in black ink and below it, it said “Hlökk Cuddlebear”. And I wanted to kiss Brady for dropping his drawers, because of the beautiful sound of Jojo giggling on such a sad, sad day.   I knew that he did that to give her a nanosecond of laughter.

“Cuddlebear!” Leah howled in laughter.

“Warrior cuddlebear. Hlökk,” Brady corrected.

“But Hlökk was a chick warrior,” Spencer said and there was more laughter.

“He cuddles,” Spencer said. “Everyone knows it. You don’t wanna camp in the same tent as this guy.”

Brady got a serious and somber look on his face. “I was always gonna cover it. Some day when I get hitched, figured I’d cover it with somethin’ for my wife. Now, it stays. And I’m gonna have to find a girl who’s got a warrior spirit.”

“Good relationship goals, Brady,” Leah said with a smile.

Everyone at the firepot we were at went quiet for a moment and there was just the flickering flames and crackling sounds of the campfires, with the music and distant hum of people talking at the other fire pots.

“To Lick,” Brady raised his beer to the sky with a sober look on his face.

Everyone else raised their bottles or red Solo cups. Including Jojo, whose eyes were bright, whose chin was trembling.

I glanced at Rider and he was staring into the flames with a faraway look. I knew he wasn’t mentally here. He was in his mind, with Lick, somewhere in one of their many adventures together.

I put my hand on his thigh. He looked at me and his eyes went sparkly and he put his hand on mine.

“You. Hitched? Like that’s ever gonna happen,” Spencer snickered, ending a nice moment by making a wisecrack.

Brady looked at him with seriousness. “Why you say that?”

Spencer threw a hand up in the air animatedly, as if it was self-explanatory.

“Spencer?” Brady folded his arms across his chest and waited, his face like stone.

“Man, I see you with two, three women at a time after every party. Being married typically means committing to one woman. One.”

“Maybe she’ll be into threesomes,” Leah offered. “Our foursomes.”

I smiled, hoping the tone would lighten, but yikes. Maybe Leah didn’t know about the video. And the look on Brady’s face was scary. He was looking at Spencer like he wanted to wipe the floor with him.

Spencer looked at him with a cocky smirk. “Maybe you need to move to polygamy land and get hitched three or four times. Do we need a rural Utah chapter?”

“Spence,” Rider clipped with a warning look.

Brady’s nostrils were kind of flaring.

“Bray…” Deacon mumbled, and Brady’s eyes cut to Deacon. Deacon gave a shake of his head.

“What?” Spencer asked. “Am I lyin’?”

“When I’m ready, I’ll be ready,” Brady informed him.

“All right, man.” Spencer raised his hands defensively. “Clearly, we’re slowly droppin’ like flies. Getting addicted to one pussy. I’m lookin’ for my one.  Didn’t know you were, too.”

“Didn’t say I was lookin’ for her. But, when I meet her, I’ll know. Right Ax, Ride, Deacon?” Brady asked.

“Absolutely,” Deacon said, sipping his beer.

“Oh yeah,” Axel kissed Leah’s neck and she beamed with joy. “Sometimes it sneaks up on ya. And you just know.”

Rider gave a non-committal smile that didn’t touch his eyes. And I was uncomfortable.

I pulled my hand away from him.

“Until she stops puttin’ out, then it’s game on with club whores, right?” Spencer said, with a sneer.

My eyes moved to Jojo, staring into the flames with more tears in her eyes and my heart sank.

She sucked in her lips. “I’m goin’ to bed.” She got up and Rider’s eyes were now on her and they were hard. So were Deacon’s. I could see Deacon’s jaw clenching.

I reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. She squeezed it back, but didn’t make eye contact, and then she left our group, getting stopped by Deke, who was at the next firepot. He kissed her temple and I saw him say something to her. She waved nonchalantly and then faked a yawn. She went inside.

Rider abruptly lifted me off his lap by my hips, setting me on my feet. He got up and stood in front of me.

“Why do you gotta be such a fuckin’ shithead?” Rider hissed this at Spencer and then whipped his beer bottle and it smashed on the concrete several feet away. I startled.

“What?” Spencer asked. “What I say?”

“You need it spelled out?” Rider lunged for Spencer. “I’ll fuckin’ spell it.”

I looked to Deacon, thinking he’d intervene. But, he didn’t. Instead, he used his foot to shove his chair back, out of the way, and watched, as Rider’s fist collided with Spencer’s mouth.

Spencer toppled over in his lawn chair and then both men were on their feet.

“Fuck you, Ride. What’s your fucking problem?”

I was in shock. I went to move forward out of reflex, but Brady side-stepped and got in front of me.

“Stay back,” Brady warned.

“Stop them,” I breathed and looked pleadingly at Deacon, from around Brady’s back.

There were still sixty to eighty people, minimum, here. And they all watched as Rider and Spencer had a fist fight near three lit fire pots.

It just didn’t seem smart.

“Do something!” I pleaded at Deacon.

He gave a shake of his head and rose and came over to me.

Spencer swung for Rider and Rider dodged it and punched Spencer in the throat.

Spencer choked and doubled over. Rider straightened and bounced on his feet a little, like he knew Spencer would recover and come at him. And it was a good call, because Spencer did, with a surprising spinning kick and the toe of his boot grazed Rider’s left eye. It could’ve been much worse if Rider hadn’t bent back.

“Oh shit!” I shouted and tried to go to Rider, but Deacon’s arm clotheslined me, blocking me from moving forward. Rider stumbled and then he was on Spence again, punching him in the face.

“He needs this,” Deacon gestured, steadying me and keeping me back, and I didn’t know if he meant that Rider needed to beat up Spencer or that Spencer needed a beating.

Spence punched him back. Right in the mouth.

Even Deke, their father, was just standing there watching. Rudy, too, the president of the mother chapter of the MC. Standing there, avidly watching.

“Is someone gonna sell popcorn? Fucking stop them!” I hollered.

I was ignored.

And Rider and Spencer seemed evenly matched with their height and size, Spence might’ve been an inch taller, a teensy bit broader, but I think Rider was angrier, and that might’ve meant he had the advantage.

“It’s all right,” Leah was beside me suddenly, hand on my arm. “They just need to blow off steam. Funerals always end in at least one brawl in this clan.”

“Brawls and orgies,” Brady muttered, and I startled at that comment.

“Yep, life affirmations,” Axel agreed.

I shivered, hoping this was the end of it, as they were both backing away from one another. And I was caged in, which I guessed was intentional. I had Brady in front on the left, Deacon in front on the right, and Axel standing behind me.

“You shoot your fuckin’ mouth off with no thought for what’s simmerin’ underneath, you fuckin’ fuckhead,” Rider ground out. They were both catching their breath. Spence’s nose and lip were bleeding.

“Sayin’ shit to Jenna. Shooting your mouth off around Ella. What the fuck do you think you just made Joelle feel?” Rider spat on the ground and there was blood. His lip was bleeding.

Spencer looked at Rider like he was speaking Greek.

“Stop your fuckin’ shit, Spence. You’re killin’ your liver and burnin’ a fuckin’ hole in your brain,” Rider lunged and stabbed his index finger against Spencer’s temple, “with that shit you’re puttin’ up your nose. And every fuckin’ one of us is sick and tired of it.”

Spencer looked at him like he was out of his mind. “Fuck you.”

But, Rider was still in his face and Spencer didn’t swing for him.

“Ding ding. That’s it. To your corners, boys,” Deke finally spoke up.

Finally, I felt my lungs deflate.

Rider looked around. “The fuck is Jenna?” he snapped.

Brady and Deacon stepped aside from being the wall in front of me. I’d been peeking between their elbows.

Rider’s eyes were on me. “Now.”

I followed him, assuming ‘now’ meant come with me, feeling all eyes on us, seeing Spencer’s eyes on Rider with venom shooting out of his eyes. My eyes met his and his eyes were filled with the kind of venom that was reminiscent of Shelly Valentine, watching us at the funeral earlier that day.

“Good luck with that one, Blue Eyes,” Spencer called out to me. “You don’t even need to thank me for wakin’ his shit up. I told him how good you felt on top of me and how if he didn’t nail you down, I would. Next thing, he’s cuffin’ you to a bed.  You get tired a that... feel free to come jump my bones again.”

Rider turned around and advanced on Spencer and clocked him in the face so hard that Spencer went down like a felled tree. T.K.O.

And then Rider grabbed my hand and I had to jog to keep up with him, which wasn’t easy in squishy flip flops.

We were walking too fast, down the endless hallway maze, when I saw a biker and a woman having sex against the wall. I was sort of mortified, but they paid us no notice at all as we went by and Rider didn’t even seem like he’d noticed them.

They had to be in their 40s, minimum, and they both had it goin’ on. Her skirt was hiked. His hands held her up against that wall, by her butt, and her legs were wrapped around his lower back.

Yowza. I guess the rowdiness had started. A brawl and now it was time for all the orgies. I was glad we were heading back to our room.

When we were back in our room, as I shut the door, he let go of my hand and kept going until he slammed the bathroom door behind himself.

I stood there, staring at the closed door for a minute, unsure of what to do with myself. The doorknob had been fixed, at least.

I heard the water turn on, so I sat down on the bed and was still sitting there, pinching my lower lip between my thumb and forefinger, when he came back out, in a towel only, his hair wet, his eyes immediately on me.

He had a bit of a shiner, by the looks of things, and it’d probably be angrier by the morning. He also had a slightly puffy upper lip. He still had scratches and bruises from the fall after the fire. He looked rough. And he still looked fiery mad. And yet beautiful.

“You pissed at me?” he demanded.

My eyes bulged, and I shook my head. I could let the alpha-hole behavior slide today, I figured.

“No?” he asked, his voice and body language like he didn’t believe me.

I shook my head again and swallowed.

“Why’re you acting scared?”

My mouth dropped open and nothing, no sound, would come out.

“Get over here,” he ordered.

I got up and moved toward him.

He pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m sorry,” he said into my hair.

I put my arms around him, too, feeling relief that he wasn’t as mad as he’d looked a second ago. “Why are you sorry?”

“Sorry Spence is an asshole. Sorry you had to hear some of that shit tonight. Sorry we’re starting over on a day when emotions’re runnin’ high and shit is so fuckin’ amped. But, baby, it helps having you. It fuckin’ does for some reason.”

“What would you rather?” I asked, looking up at him.

He let out a long breath and then his expression softened. “To go back to the cabin. Be alone with you. Shut everything else out.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah. Take you for long rides. So many places I wanna show you. Fuckin’ need to ride when I’m dealing with shit and today, havin’ it while also having you wrapped around my back? Just what I needed.”

I put my head against his chest.

I heard his heart beating strong and sure. I lifted my head away, looked up at him, and asked, “You wanna listen to my heart?”

He smiled a gorgeous smile at me and it was a lot like the carefree smiles I’d gotten in the very beginning. I smiled back.

His mouth came down softly on mine and he was kissing me slow, sweet, but thoroughly. And then his hands were in my hair and he was moaning into my mouth, walking me backwards to the bed. I fell, him falling on top of me.

“I’ll give it a listen when I’m ready to sleep. Not ready to sleep.”

“No?” I asked, giving him a flirty expression.

“Need something,” he said.

“Hm?” I looked up at him, thinking life affirmations.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “I wanna fuck you while you’re wearin’ that hoodie.”

I giggled.

“You still wearin’ those pink panties?” he reached for my button and undid it and then pulled my zipper down.

“Nope,” I told him.

He shimmied Jojo’s jeggings off me. I had the same style of panties as yesterday, cheeky panties with the word ‘PINK’ on the back, but these ones were turquoise and not glittery. Earlier, when we’d had sex, he hadn’t even looked down. I’d been wearing black underwear. He hadn’t taken his eyes off my face the whole time.

This time, he was looking down.

I rolled over to show him the back of them and his finger traced the letters.

And then he leaned over and bit into my butt cheek and I squealed and laughed.

How could things be this lighthearted after that scene out there?
I didn’t wanna spoil the moment by asking. And I liked that we could be this for one another. A place to laugh. Good-time Jenna and Good-time Rider.

I could see all sorts of emotions swirling in his eyes and I just wanted to take care of him. So, I decided that’s what I’d do.

I opened up the towel he had on and rubbed his cock. He flopped onto the pillows and watched.

“Do you own any underwear?” I asked. I’d never seen him wear them.

“Don’t like bein’ confined. And easy access is way better.”

“Hm. That’s a thought,” I said, stroking him.

“Don’t you get any ideas. I fuckin’ like seein’ them on you. It’s like unwrapping a present covered with pretty paper.”

I smiled and started to kiss his throat, kiss his chest.

“Put it on,” he said.

“Hm?” I asked.

“The hoodie.”

“It needs a wash,” I said. I’d slept in it the night before. And I’d worn it to sleep and to his mother’s house the day before that.

“C’mon…just for a bit.”

I crawled backwards and then got off the bed at the foot. I fetched it from the suitcase, climbing back on top of him. I put it on. It didn’t smell funky, thankfully. His hands went to my hips.

I leaned over and kissed his eye, which looked a little bit sore and bruised, and then I ran my hand up his side where he had that long scratch, reached down and kissed it. And then he had my face in his hands and brought my lips to his. His tongue chased mine and he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he told me, and I smiled against his lips.

I drove my fingers into his hair and I rubbed my crotch along his shaft. He sat up, me straddling him, and yanked the sweater and tank top up to rest over top of my boobs. His mouth moved in and he licked a nipple.

I got lost in that for a second, my head rolling back. But then I pushed him to his back and yanked the panties to the side and guided him to my entrance. I moved slowly, letting him ever-so-slowly sink inside.

He gripped my hips and watched as my body sheathed him.

His eyes were ablaze. I’d bet mine were, too.

His hand moved away from my hip and his thumb slid past the elastic of the panties to my clit.

“No,” I grabbed his hand and put it back to my hip. “This time, it’s all about you,” I said.

His lips parted, and his eyes were ablaze.

And I gyrated slow, tightening on the inside, making it all about him. Watching his reactions to see what he liked. Loving the look on his face, the way his lips were parted and how his chest rose and fell as he watched me, as he felt what I was doing. And liked it. I slid my hands up his torso as I kept rocking and swaying my hips, and toyed with his nipples, his nipple ring. I started kissing his throat. I sucked, and he groaned. I tightened my inner walls and he groaned again.

I was getting so turned on by seeing the effect I was having with what I was doing to him.

“You markin’ me as yours?” he asked, huskily, his pelvis moving in time with opposite gyrations, his hands tightening on my hips.

“Mm.” I released his neck, seeing a bright red mark where I’d sucked. “Is that what you’ve been doing to me? Hickeys and teeth marks, sweatshirts with your name on them?”

“Mm hm. Never wanted to do that before.”

“No?” I asked.

“Uh uh. Can’t even tell you how I felt seeing my name on your back. Fuck, baby. Want my name on everything you own.”

Wow.

“Tell me what you want, how I can please you…” I invited, goosebumps all over me.

“Deeper, but slow, baby. Nice ‘n slow. Squeeze my cock with your pussy again.” He moved my hips with strong slow movements, showing me what he wanted.

And it felt so good, I made a whimper noise, feeling like I might come. I had to not come, I wanted this to be about him. As I did Kegels with him inside me, I got close, dangerously close.

I slowed a little, so I could stop my body from doing what it wanted to do, and he flipped me over onto my belly and took over.

“Hey,” I said, “Wait…”

He gave my neck a hot, wet long kiss, and then grabbed my hips.

“Wanna see the back of this shirt while I take you.”

“Rider...” I breathed.

“Gonna come with you,” he said. “Let go, gorgeous.”

“I---“I shook my head. I was trying to find the words to protest.

“Come for me,” he ordered, “I want you to. Let go. Don’t hold back with me. Ever.”

“I hold back with everyone,” I admitted.

“Give me time. We’ll get you there,” he said softly.

His fingers moved fast, cupping me, rubbing my clit. His pelvis moved fast. The shudders started. My legs were trembling.

“Gonna take you hard,” he told me, and holy cow, I got wetter.

I was flipped, and the shirt whipped off my head and tossed, then the tank top. His mouth was on mine and I felt it hit. It hit so hard I thought I was splitting in two.

“Riderrrrrr…” I breathed out as I let myself be split wide open.

“Baby…” he groaned as he spilled inside of me while my body bucked against my will.

And then he rolled us, so I was on top of him. I shifted half off and kept my head against his chest. His heart was beating in double-time. And it was a beautiful sound.

I closed my eyes, snuggled in, and fell asleep listening to it as it went back to that steady beating.

I jolted out of my slumber a few minutes later when he flipped me and put his head to my chest.

“Thanks, gorgeous,” he said, and kissed me on my lips, then kissed each of my nipples, then put his head back to my heart.

I ran my fingers through his hair in answer, as he used my chest like a pillow, until my hand flopped when I gave in to sleep.