Page 45 of Knuckles (Dragon Riders MC 4)
She cried out. “Justin, yeah! I’m coming!”
I fucked her puckered hole with my thumb and rutted against her, feeling come shoot from the tip of my dick. The entire world spun around my head, plunging my heart and my soul into chaos as her current swept me under. My toes curled so tightly my calves cramped. My heart slammed against my chest as her warmth and her juices drenched me. She collapsed against the bed, her ass still in the air as my finger slid from her gaping hole. And as I laid there, blanketed in the woman I loved, part of me wondered if we could live our lives like this forever.
Live in a camper, have our own little garden, hunt our own food, and exist without a care in the world.
“Morning,” she said with a breathless giggle.
I grinned. “Morning.”
My cock fell from between her legs, slapping against my body with a wet pop.
“I figured I’d try something I’d never done before,” she said as she plopped down beside me.
I looked over at her. “You can try anything, any time.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “Even if I want to tie you down?”
I grinned. “As long as you’re willing to watch me break whatever you’ve tied me to in order to get to you.”
Her fingertips danced against my chest. “That could be hot.”
I chuckled. “You’re hot.”
She kissed my cheek softly. “You’re amazing. I’m the one that’s hot.”
I snickered. “I’ll take it, Hottie McHotHot.”
She snorted. “And don’t you forget it.”
Every time she looked at me, my entire world stopped turning. When she looked at me, the only thing that existed was her. The only thing I felt was my love for her. And it shocked me every time I felt it. Every time she kissed me; it was like the first time. Every time I pressed my cock between her legs, it filled me with relief. As if I had convinced myself she was nothing but a dream.
But while she was my dream, I couldn’t forget the fact that we were head-deep in the biggest nightmare our crew had yet faced.
“What’s on that mind of yours?” Simone asked.
I stared up at the ceiling as she curled against my side.
“Just thinking about how long we’ll have to be here,” I murmured.
She kissed my skin softly. “Anything I can do to help?”
I grinned. “Trust me, you’re doing just fine.”
“Good to know.”
The days and the nights blurred together. Our lives seemed to move independently from the rest of the world, and it felt odd. When all of us got together around the smokeless fire pit Ash had created for us, all of our worries and our issues fell away. We laughed together and drank together. Smoked together and watched the stars together. We all shot the shit and told stories until we were red in the face from laughing so hard.
But when we were all separated? When Link called for church?
It was a stark slap in the face.
The first week passed us by in a blur as we all scrambled to come up with a plan to take Skeleton down. But we knew any plan of ours would do us no good if we couldn't get home safely. And that was when Sly volunteered to be the one to go into town. Dressed in regular clothes with regular shoes and a pair of sunglasses on his head, he set a course for the grocery store not too far away from the Iron Horse. His instructions?
To get a feel for the situation before bringing some supplies back.
While he was gone, we all tried to come up with a plan. The guys and I huddled in Link’s trailer while the girls hung out around the fire again, giggling up a storm like they always did. And while I helped the guys come up with a plan to end the vicious cycle that was Skeleton, it took Sly a while to return to us.
But when he returned without groceries, it filled me with hope.
“Well?” Link asked.
Sly parked his truck and hopped out. “Well, that was fun.”
Bowser paused. “Fun, how?”
Sly grinned. “You would believe there isn’t a fucking Fed in sight?”
I blinked. “What?”
Sly nodded. “Yep.”
Ash folded his arms over his chest. “That doesn’t make sense.”
Sly shrugged. “That’s what I saw. That’s why it took me so long to get back. I actually went looking for them.”
Link clicked his tongue. “You got any idea where they might have headed to next?”
Sly grinned. “Oh, I’ve got something much better than that.”
As Sly started talking, it all fell into place: why he was gone so long, why he didn’t bring back supplies, and why he had that cheeky-ass grin on his face. Granted, that damn thing was always there, almost like a taunt. But it always grew whenever he had an ace up his sleeve.
