Wrapping her arms around the sexy biker, Tiffany realized she was growing way too attached to him in a very short period of time. Leaning her cheek against his back, she enjoyed his masculine scent as the breeze blew though her hair. Riding on the back of Ryder’s bike felt very right to her. Righter than anything in her life ever had. Could she give that up? Yes. Did she want to? No.
Tiffany struggled to figure out one compelling reason not to follow him back to South Dakota. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d started over. But this time would be easier. She’d have someone to love, someone to protect her from danger. Did wanting that make her weak? It didn’t make her feel weak. It felt like a win-win situation to her.
They rode for almost an hour before he pulled back up to the cabin. Jumping off the back of his bike, Tiffany knew better than to try to help him off. He wouldn’t appreciate behavior out of a woman that he saw as coddling. He did fine anyway, and she forgot why she was even worried.
“I been thinking, babe,” Ryder started as they headed inside.
“Me too.”
“Tell me what it would take to get you to come home with me.”
Smiling, she teased, “Ten grand.”
“Fuckin’ done.”
“Hold up, I was just kidding about that. You know I don’t want your money.”
Smiling smugly, he deadpanned back, “Nope. You want my body. I can tell by the way you look at me.”
“Actually, I want your heart. If that’s not part of the bargain, I’m not interested.”
“Fuck. You don’t play around, do you?”
As they crossed the threshold and he closed the door behind them, she shrugged. “I figure since you’re such a straight shooter, you’d appreciate me being honest about what I want from you.”
Pulling her into his arms, Ryder dropped down and cuddled her on his lap on the huge sofa. “I can still remember waking up to your beautiful face in the emergency room. When I opened my eyes, the room was slowly drifting into focus. I remember being real discombobulated. I tried to get up, and the next thing I knew, you were there. I thought I’d died and you were my angel. It made me think dying might not be so awful after all.”
Peering up at him adoringly, she whispered, “That’s the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me. It must have been a profound disappointment to realize it was just plain old me.”
His brows drew together, his voice firm when he said, “Fuck no, it wasn’t. When I realized that you were real, I was the most grateful bastard in the fuckin’ world.”
Touching his grizzled cheek, Tiffany asked, “Why was that?”
“Because angels don’t fuck, baby. I wanted you riding my dick more than anything else in the whole fuckin’ world.”
His dirty words make her instantly wet for him. She squirmed on his lap. “Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that.” Slapping him playfully on the arm, she tried to hide her need. “That’s the dirtiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“You don’t need to ever worry about having my heart. You have that and an obsession so deep, I don’t think I’m ever gonna be free of it. I want you, babe. With every ounce of my soul, I fuckin’ want only you.”
“I want you just as much.” The whispered confession seemed to spike his lust.
“Kissing you is the best sex I’ve ever had. That little taste of lovin’ you gave me at the hospital just made my cravin’ for you more ferocious. I need you.” Bringing up one hand, Ryder wrapped his fingers around her right breast. “You like me talkin’ dirty to you, pretty thing?”
“Of course not.”
Rubbing his thumb over her taut nipple, he asked curiously, “Then explain why your headlights are flashing me the go signal.”
Her arms came up over her chest. “It’s chilly in here.”
Licking his bottom lip, he responded quietly, “I don’t like bein’ lied to by pretty women.”
“Well, are you packing an iron bar there, or is it for fucking me?”
“Hearing you talk dirty is really flipping my switch, baby,” Ryder murmured. “Something about hearing such naughty words coming from such a sweet little mouth is giving me a huge hard-on.”
“I’m dying to get another taste of you.” Her honest confession still caused her to blush furiously.
“No more talk about how I have to wait ‘til I’m all better to fuck you.”
“Come to bed,” she urged. “We’ll take it nice and slow.”
“Don’t know if I’ve got any slow inside me, but I’ll sure as hell look.”
Leading him back to the bedroom, they began to gently undress each other. Well, she was gentle. Ryder was practically ripping her clothing off.
“Look, Tiff,” Ryder said as he laid her out on the bed beneath him, “I know I probably ain’t the right man for you.”
She kissed him tenderly. It apparently wasn’t enough, because he immediately took over, branding her with a breathtakingly domineering kiss. “I need to fuck you like I need air to breathe. Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Feeling his lips against her throat was doing crazy things to her body. “You’re sending mixed messages,” she whispered.
He gently nipped her neck then licked the spot with his tongue. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want me.”
Looking up, she caught his eyes, trying to let his words sink in long enough to make actual sense. His penetrating gaze held her squarely in his thrall.
“I’m trying to be that decent man you were looking for yesterday. I’m giving you a chance to run, ‘cause after I have you the first time, I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let you go.”
“I…” Words escaped her when his hand drifted between her legs, rubbing her swollen pussy.
“Tell the dirty, scarred-up biker to get his damned hands off you,” he growled.
She was too far gone to even consider making words happen, let alone those.
His hand continued exploring her tenderly. “Tell the monster to get back in the fuckin’ closet. Tell the demon to go back to hell.” His thick fingers parted her folds. “Fuck me, you are so wet. Is that all for me?”
Nodding, she rubbed herself against his hand as she nipped at his ear. “All for you, baby. No man has ever made me so wet.”
“C’mere.” Flipping her over so her back was to him, he pulled her back into his lap. His thick cock slid between her legs and over her clit, taking her breath away. “Talk to me, Tiff. Tell me you want me.”
“From now on, I only want you. In bed, out of bed…I want it all.”
“Then ride my cock, babe. Show me how much you want me.”
Lifting herself, she watched as he gripped his cock in one hand, steadying it for her. It was such a gentlemanly thing to do that she giggled.
“No laughing when we’re about to fuck. This is serious shit.”
She could tell by his voice he was teasing. Positioning herself, she slowly tried to sink down on him. It was a little awkward because of their comparative sizes. The well-endowed man had to practically bully himself into the tight confines of her body.
“That feels really good, Ryder,” she said, her voice breathy and stilted.
“It surely the fuck does, babe. Just breathe through it. I won’t hurt you.”
She had to smile at his overly protective words. “This is my version of heaven.”
She nodded her agreement as he bottomed out inside her.
Wrapping his arms around her, one hand landed on her cheek and the other her mound. Turning her face gently toward him, Ryder looked into her eyes. “You are the only woman ever to have my heart. You get the whole damn package if you want.”
Bringing her lips to his, she murmured, “I do. I want it all with you.” She felt him smile through the kiss as his fingers teased her clit. “We doin’ this, babe?”
Nodding, she allowed him to lift her onto all fours. One hand smoothed up her back but the other never strayed from between her legs. He pulled out and eased back in a few times, getting her used to him.
“That’s real sweet, but it’s making me impatient for you,” she told him.
“You want the real biker experience, don’t ya?” he said, his voice rough.
“Yes. I want it all with you. Don’t hold back.”
“You got it, doll.” Pulling out, he slammed roughly back into her. “Now you’re gettin’ every square inch.”
“God, yes, don’t stop.”
Pressing down between her shoulders, he positioned her for ultimate fucking. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she did. Grabbing her waist, he powered into her, moving slightly to find just the right angle. When he found it, she screamed. It was shocking to feel his long, thick length sliding over her sensitive spot.
“Fuck yeah, that’s exactly where I need to be.”
Tiffany gasped as he pounded into her with a precision she never thought mere sex could achieve. Within moments, she was on the edge. That’s when she felt his chest come down on her back. His fingers wiggled over her clit and he whispered in her ear. “Come on my cock, baby. Show me that I’ve got what you need. Don’t make me beg.”
Something about the rough edge to his voice and sexy words pushed her right over the edge. She came screaming his name and he never let up, not even for a second. Her orgasm seemed to drag on for absolutely ever.
“Just like that, squeeze me tight.” Bending closer he whispered dirty things in her ear. “I am going to wreck your tight little pussy for all other men. A night in my bed, and no other cock will ever be enough for you. Got that, princess?”
“Yes. Wreck me, make me yours,” she mumbled in a lust-induced haze, unsure how she was even making coherent sentences.
“You want to be my own personal slut? I’ll desecrate you, mark you with my cum, and make sure every other bastard in the world knows you’re off limits.”
“God, yes, do it.”
“You’re too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.” Wrapping his arms around her, he powered into her with quick, jerking thrusts until she felt his heat pouring into her. When he was finished, he pulled out, pulling them down until they were lying face-to-face.
As they caught their breath, she laughed.
“It ain’t very nice to laugh at a mean biker who just laid claim to you, doll.” He was grinning just as madly as she was, so she didn’t stop.
“Demon back to hell? I can’t believe you actually said that to me.”
“I was just trying to drive home the importance of the moment.”
Moving a strand of hair from his sweaty brow, she looked into his handsome, scarred face. “Tell me that’s not how you see yourself.”
Glancing away, he responded quietly, “Sometimes, every man does.”
“You’re no monster. You’re tough and smart and hard to kill. It only makes me like you more because it means you’ll be around for a while.”
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Look, I know this thing hit us hard and fast, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. I know you’re it for me. I can feel it in my bones. I want to see this thing through with us, see if it’s as real as I think it is.”
“Don’t worry, I feel it too. I’ve decided that I want to go with you. I want to see where this goes as well. If this all works out, I want a nice little house, kids, and wedding band. In other words, I want it all with you,” she confessed, laying it all out for him.
“Now you see, most men would be running scared if a woman they’d known for just a few days told them something like that. Not me. I’m countin’ myself as one lucky mutt.”
“Need me to give you a little scratch behind the ear?” she teased.
“I got a better place for you to scratch.”
Looking down between them, she could see he had a raging hard-on again. Her mouth fell open. “How the hell can you even think of sex after what we just did?”
“I could go two, maybe three more times today. If you’re too sore, we can do other things.”
“Are you always such a gentleman?”
“Don’t get started with that shit about me being a decent person. I just love to fuck, and fuckin’ you is outta this world. It gives me more motivation than normal to be nice.”
“How about a sexy shower, and then I’ll do that thing I did before,” she suggested.
“No fuckin’ way.”
Her expression fell. “I thought you liked it.”
“I loved it, but I ain’t one of those bastards who think my woman ought to do that for me all the time without getting a little in return. You let me bury my face in your sweet cooch, and I’ll let you suck on me all you want.”
“You have a dirty mouth, young man.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like that about me. I’ve been inside you. I know how much wetter you get when I say naughty things to you.”
“I refuse to confirm or deny such unsubstantiated allegations,” she said with a lift of her chin, glad he couldn’t see the heat rising in her cheeks.
“That’s a lot of fancy-ass words, doll. Come, let me give your mouth something better to do with its time,” Ryder said, and before she could think to respond, he was pulling her into his arms again. His mouth covered hers and they didn’t come up for air for a very long time.
Later, they took turns soaping each other up in the shower, then she slipped out to dry off. Seeing him standing there with all his scars and tattoos on display and waterproof bandages covering his wounds really tugged at her heart.
She quickly pulled on some panties and a camisole to avoid him taking one look at her and wanting to go another round. Hell, she was doubtful any amount of clothing would dissuade the man, but she had to try. A girl needed a break sometimes, after all.