Page 55 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
I helped him to his feet, my arousal dripping down my leg. His gaze was heated as he took my hand, then led me to his bedroom. He settled me onto the bed.
But when I went to go take his shirt off, he caught my hands.
“Lay on your stomach,” he said.
“Let me give you a little something first,” I said.
“Lay. On your stomach,” he said.
His words were harsh. Not laced with the kind of lust I expected them to be. I stood to my feet, getting myself out of the corner he had backed me into. I furrowed my brows together as I raked my eyes up and down his body, trying to figure out why he was hiding from me.
Then, I saw it.
His shirt was lifted slightly up on his body, and I could see long snaking scars along his torso. I thought back to bar as he kept unconsciously tugging at his right sleeve. How he just undid his zipper. My eyes made their way back up to him as I walked towards him.
I pressed my hands into his chest and settled him onto the bed. I forced him to lay back as his jaw clenched with frustration, his eyes staring heatedly at the ceiling. I took my time undressing him. Pulling his cock from his boxers as I slid everything down his legs.
I slipped his clothes off his body, my eyes studying his scars covering the whole right side of his body.
I ran my hand along his thigh as his gaze stayed hooked to the ceiling. I fingered the rigged scars that trailed down his body. I wondered what had happened to him. What terrible thing he had endured that caused him this much scaring. My fingertips danced along his torso as this man laid there, waiting for me to reject him like so many women probably had.
But that shit wasn’t happening tonight.
He was too good, and too perfect, and too fucking sexy for any of that shit.
I placed a kiss on his thigh right ontop of his scars, and I felt him jump. My eyes fluttered up to his as he snapped his gaze down, watching as I kissed up his right side. I could see the shock rolling across his eyes as I spread his legs, making way for my body as I crawled between them. I made my way to his trembling cock, the head of it purple and angry as it leaked for me. Thick beads of pre-come were already tumbling down it, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around that succulent treat. I held his gaze as I licked his throbbing vein, watching as he swallowed deeply.
“What’s your name?” I asked with a grin.
He chuckled and shook his head as a beautiful smile crossed his cheeks.
“Rider,” he said. “My name is Rider.”
“If you don’t remember mine, it’s Zoey,” I said.
“Zoey…”
“Mhm,” I hummed. “Zoey.”
I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, feeling it jump with shock as I eased it towards the back of my throat. Rider’s head fell to the pillow as I studied him, taking in all of his chiseled muscles. I could feel his pre-come dripping down my throat as I hollowed out my cheeks. His hand crept into my hair, pulling on me and setting a rhythm that had his hips shaking. My hands gripped at his muscles. Threaded around his thighs and pulled him even closer to me. His hips rolled, and his grip got tighter.
I could feel his cock growing thicker against my teeth.
I slurped and sucked and took him back as far as I could. I gagged a bit as my eyes watered, his gaze locking onto mine. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me. I was so fucking attracted to this man and the way his chest glistened with sweat.
But more than that, I was comfortable with him.
More comfortable than I had been with any other man.
He almost seemed… familiar. Even though I knew that was fucking crazy.
“Shit. Zoey. Fuck, that mouth. Mmph. I’m gonna come down that throat of yours. You gonna swallow it for me?”
“Mhm,” I said as I nodded. “Mhm.”
“Do that again.”
“Mhm.”
“Again.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Again,” he said breathlessly.
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
I felt his cock throbbing as I took him all the way back. I hollowed out my cheeks and pressed my tongue down the length of his massive cock. His legs were shaking, and his hips stilled as he thrust into my face, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. Pump after pump of hot come filled my body as I looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his lips puckered silently.
He was a vision, and I could only hope he didn’t kick me out.
I felt him fall on the bed, his cock popping from between my lips. Spit dripped down my cheek as I heaved for air, my lips falling to his skin. I kissed up his body, feeling his muscles jump with every kiss I planted on his body.
Then, he did what I was hoping he would do.
He patted the bed next to him and held out his arm.
I cradled into him and allowed his heat to overcome me. His hand slipped underneath my shirt, making their way to my bra. He unsnapped it with only one hand, and it pulled a giggle from my lips. I sat up just enough to slip the rest of my clothes from my body, then rested my head on his chest.
His fingers ran through my hair, and the feeling was intoxicating.
Soothing.
Relaxing.
“You can stay, if you’d like,” Rider said.
“You don’t have a choice. I’m exhausted,” I said.
“You got anyone you should notify? Like your parents?” he asked.
“Nah. They don’t always expect me home. And my brother’s never around anyway, so there’s no point there.”
“Sounds like a shit brother.”
“Eh. Colt’s a good guy. Just keeps his lives very separated.”
“Colt?” he asked.
“Yeah. Colt.”
“Huh. Interesting name,” he said.
“If it sounds familiar, don’t let it deter you. He’s part of some fun little gang or whatever. Sounds intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart. Sometimes.”
“Uh huh.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not the ‘bring a guy home’ type of girl,” I said with a giggle. “No need to worry about any of that shit.”
“Not worried about it at all,” he said.
“Good. Because it?
?s not happening.”
I snuggled into him and felt his arm tighten around my body. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed as he continued to play with my hair. It had been a long time since I’d stayed the night with a man, and I was going to soak up every moment of it I could.
Because once the morning came and I had to leave, it was back to reality.
Back to applying for jobs, paying bills, and trying to catch my brother long enough to say hello.
Chapter 7
Rider
Oh. Holy. Shit. I knew she looked familiar. I knew her eyes were reminiscent of something. This was Colt’s younger sister.
I had just fucked Colt’s younger sister.
I had only met her a couple of times during the course of Colt and I’s friendship. Once when I came home from my first deployment and again when I was stateside to celebrate a birthday with him. Back then, Zoey was spindly. All legs and arms, with dyed blond hair that was cut off at her ears. She was grungy and smug. Had an attitude that flared every time her parents tried to tell her to do something. She could spit and hit and climb trees and run better than any of the guys I’d paired up within the military.
Colt and I always joked about how she should’ve been born a guy.
She was totally different now. Her lanky body had filled out with curves that could entice the strongest man into bed. Her hair was now wild and red, and it cascaded down her shoulders. Instead of the heavy black eyeliner and the glittering lip gloss, her makeup boasted of a more tasteful appearance. Accenting the best parts of her she had grown into over the years.
She looked completely different from the two times I had met her.
And now, I was cradling her naked curves close to my body.
Did she know who I was? Did she recognize me at all? If she did, she didn’t let on to the fact that she knew who I was. But then again, I looked different as well. I had put on seventy pounds of muscle, and my hair was buzzed and faded. Back in those days, I was just as lanky, and my hair was long. Poured over my ears and curled up at the ends. Plus, I was now covered in scars, thanks to the fucking deployment that sent me home.
