Page 52 of Fox (Road Rebels MC 4)
“Come on. Let’s get you sitting down with a glass of water,” I said.
I kicked the door closed behind me as we made our way to the couch. I helped ease Rider down onto the cushions, being careful not to jostle his shoulder. I leaned my forehead against him, taking in the way his breath pulsed against my lips.
Fuck, if this man weren’t so drugged up he would be in so much trouble.
I lifted myself off the couch to head to the kitchen, but a hand came down around my wrist. I whipped my head around and looked, seeing Rider’s hand clamping down on my skin. My eyes scanned his body, taking in the healthy flush of his skin. But when I saw his pants tenting with his rising cock, I shook my head.
“You’re in no condition for something like that right now,” I said. “You need some water so you can take your antibiotic.”
“That can wait,” he said as he tugged at me.
“No, it can’t, Rider. You can’t get an infection. Let me get you some-”
He pulled me harshly to him and our lips collided. The heat of his tongue and the sweet taste of his lips dragged me into his gravitational pull. I felt myself growing weak for him. I felt my body rising to the occasion for him. My tits puckered to painful peaks behind my bra as I straddled Rider’s lap, grinding down on his growing cock.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me,” he said.
“And you have no idea how perfect you are to me,” I said breathlessly.
I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly undid my bra. Rider watched as my tits swung free, his face falling forward into them. I wrapped my arms around his head, feeling him kissing and nipping and licking at my skin. His cock was pulsing painfully against his jeans as I grew wet in my panties, and soon I was up and wiggling my way out of the rest of my clothes.
Soon, we were clad in nothing but our own skin. Rider’s dick was thick with need and dripping with want to be inside me. I straddled his lap, feeling his cock jumping at the ready as I grabbed him and seated him at my entrance.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He answered me with a thrust, impaling me on his cock as I moaned out into his home.
His good around wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him as his hips sent a relentless pace. He was pounding into me, the couch jostling with his movements as I clung to him. I raked my hands down his chiseled chest and felt his rippling thighs working for my pleasure. I placed sloppy kisses against his lips, moaning and gasping as his cock grew thicker and thicker. I could feel my pussy fluttering. I could feel my clit growing. I slid my fingertips between my folds and found that swollen little nub, flicking it and pressing it as my need for Rider grew.
“Shit. You feel so good. I was so scared… so scared you were… you were…”
“I’m not,” Rider said as he captured my lips. “I’m right here, Zoey. With you.”
I dipped my face into the crook of his neck and allowed my tears of pleasure and fear to blend together. It was the truth. I had been petrified of Rider dying. A man I’d really known for a few days and a boy I’d known my entire life, and I thought I was going to watch him bleed out on the cement. I peppered his neck with kisses as I jolted in his lap. I could feel my climax coming as my juices spilled down his balls. I rolled my hips into his, my pussy swallowing his cock deep into my body.
“Fuck, Zoey. So good. So great.”
I pressed my hands into his chest as I came around his girth. I wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my moaning mouth into his neck. I bit down into his skin, clenching my eyes shut as he pressed his hand into the small of my back. I felt him release into me, coating my body with his hot cum as his legs trembled underneath my body.
Our juices were dripping onto the couch as we both panted for air.
Rider’s hand slid up my back and tangled in the red curls of my hair. Soft kisses were pressed into my shoulder as we sank deeper into the couch cushions. It felt so good to have him against me. To feel his heart pumping and his limbs shaking. It felt wonderful to feel his skin against mine and know that he was alive.
I couldn’t let him get away. Not after the fear I experienced when I thought I was going to lose him.
“Rider?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course you can,” he said sleepily.
“When you were on that pavement-”
I sighed, my jaw beginning to tremble as tears crested my eyes.
“It’s okay,” he said into my ear. “I’m right here.”
“When you were bleeding,” I said, “I thought I was going to watch you die. Right there, from your shoulder. Just… you wouldn’t open your eyes, and I didn’t know if you could hear me and-”
Rider lifted my face to his and encompassed his lips with mine. I melted into him, my hands pressing into his hewed muscles. His cock slid from my pussy, allowing our intermingled juices to drip from my body as it soaked the couch beneath us. Our tongues collided and electricity shot through my body, raising goosebumps on my skin.
Something no man’s kiss had ever done to me before.
“I’m falling for you,” I said in a whisper.
I felt Rider pull back as our eyes connected.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“I said… that I’m… falling for you. I’m falling for you, Rider.”
I expected him to toss me off his lap. To tell me it was too short of a time and that I was crazy. I expected him to throw me out. To call Colt and have him come over and watch him for the next couple of days. But instead, he rose his good hand and cupped my cheek, allowing his thumb to stroke along my skin.
“I’m falling for you too, Zoey,” he said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“You’re not just pulling my leg?”
“Nope.”
“So… you don’t think I’m crazy?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he said with a grin.
I playfully swatted at his chest before he wrapped his hand around my wrist. He brought my knuckles to his lips to kiss, his eyes never leaving mine. I blushed underneath his gaze as I laid my head back on his shoulder, his hand holding mine up against his heart.
“You really need to take your antibiotic,” I said.
“Let me hold you for just a few more minutes. You weren’t the only one who thought you were gonna lose someone today.”
I pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, taking in all of him as we sat there on his couch. It had been a whirlwind of a day, and things weren’t going to get easier, but I knew we would be able to do it. Even though I had only really known Rider a few days, I felt like I had known him my entire life. I nuzzled deeply into him, taking great pains to make sure I didn’t jostle his bad arm. Then the two of us slipped off into a deep slumber as each of us cradled the other.
Yep. Everything was going to be okay.
Even if things weren’t perfect.
Epilogue
Rider
A Year Later
“So, raise your beer for the newest member of The Fallen Reapers!” Colt said.
“Here, here!” the guys said.
“May he shoot more bullets than he takes,” Doc said.
“Here, here!” the guys said.
“May he subdue more men than he kills,” Bruiser said.
“Here, here!” the guys said.
“May he never piss off Colt’s sister, lest we lose him to his ignorance,” Fender said.
“Here, here!” the guys said with chuckles on their lips.
“Well, I think that’s about as official as it gets,” Jax said.
“Welcome to the club, Rider. We sure as hell could use you,” Doc said.
“After I healed from that bullet wound,” I said with a grin.
“We aren’t talking about that,” Zoey said. “That didn’t happen.”
“It’s not official yet. But once you slide this thing on, it will be.”
Colt p
ulled out a sleek leather cut with the club’s logo embroidered on the back. I’d been walking around for the past year with a shitty leather cut with a patched up bullet hole in it. I had to dry clean that piece of shit four times to get all the blood out of it, and every time I slipped it on it made Zoey cringe. She hated the thing, and so did I. It was a stark reminder of the bullet that almost took my life.
Especially after the infection I developed.
