Page 23 of Rough & Ruthless

We’re both grunting, fucking, kissing with wild abandon. My orgasm rips through me right as her pussy snaps. We’re coming together, screaming together, tensing and releasing together. It’s intense, primal, and so fucking perfect.

My legs give out as the last of my cum shoots inside of her. Gently, I guide us to the floor of the shower, feeling our combined juices dribble out of Soraya’s pussy. It makes me leak more cum inside of her, knowing I filled her up to the brim. Some part of my brain takes note that we haven’t used a condom once, but I can’t seem to give a fuck.

Leaning up against the shower wall, I hug Soraya into my chest. She buries her head in my neck, her body completely limp and sated. “You ok, beautiful?”

She nods. “So good.” It comes out as a sigh, making me smile.

“Me, too, love. Me, too.”

“Love?” She looks up at me, her wet hair slicked back, making her hazel eyes even more stunning and wide. “You love me?”

“Of course. Haven’t I told you that yet?”

“Well, no. Not with those words.” She’s trying to look stern, but she can’t hide the bright excitement and hope blooming in her eyes.

“Well then, let me be perfectly clear,” I murmur, nuzzling against the side of her neck. I place a kiss there, then lean back so we’re eye to eye. “I love you, Soraya. You’re the only person I’ve ever said that to, the only one I’ve trusted enough to be vulnerable with. I think I knew it in my heart that first day I stepped into your shop, but it took a bit for the rest of me to catch up.”

“It didn’t take that long,” she teases, though she’s smiling so hard it looks like her cheeks hurt. “I mean, it’s been like two weeks since then.”

Instead of arguing, I kiss her nose, forehead, lips, cheeks, and anywhere else my lips can find. My woman giggles, then squeals when the hot water finally runs out. We’re sprayed with an icy blast, and I chuckle as I gather her up in my arms and set her down in the bathroom.

“I love you, too, you know,” Soraya says once her feet are back on the floor.

“I know,” I tell her with a smirk. “You just let me know if that ever changes.”

“It won’t,” she replies with all the confidence in the world. “Actually, I think I’m going to love you more and more every day, so watch out, mister. I might become more possessive than you are.”

“Doubt it.” I chuckle at her adorable scrunched up nose, then hand her a towel.

We dry off together, though I find it hard not to take her against the sink while she looks at me in the mirror. We’ll have plenty of time for that later. In fact, we have a whole lifetime ahead of us.

CHAPTER TWELVE

SORAYA

The winding coastal road curves sharply, the motorcycle engine humming a steady, powerful rhythm beneath me. The crisp, clean scent of the mountain air rushes past us, mingling perfectly with the sharp tang of ocean salt. Even though it’s windy up here, I’m completely shielded by the solid, unyielding warmth of Stryker’s broad back.

I rest my cheek against his leather cut, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist as the trees blur into a sea of green. It feels so completely full circle. My mind drifts back to that first ride, the night he pulled me from the shattered, terrifying wreckage of my shop and whisked me away into his dangerous world. Back then, I was terrified, trembling like a leaf, and constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But now? Now, every rumble of this bike, every deep breath that expands his chest, makes me feel infinitely grounded and completely safe. The desperate, anxious crush I had on the intimidating MC President has deepened into something else entirely: an all-consuming, unshakable love.

True to his word, Stryker got a group of people from the club as well as other locals to clean up not only my storefront, but every store that was vandalized. It was a back-breaking, heart-aching journey this last week working alongside everyone, but it was worth it. I’ve met most of the owners and managers from the surrounding businesses, and we’ve agreed to have a monthly Port Royal Small Business gathering. I’m still waiting on several shipments of plants and flowers before I can officially re-open, but it all came together faster than I originally thought.

The crunch of tires on gravel pulls me from my thoughts as Stryker banks the bike, turning into a long, winding driveway. We coast to a stop, and the sudden quiet as he cuts the engine is staggering.

I step off the bike, my boots hitting the dirt, and I’m instantly struck breathless.

"Oh my god," I whisper, completely in awe.

Sitting before us is a gorgeous, sprawling two-story log cabin. Its rustic, imposing beauty fits perfectly into the wild landscape, with a sweeping wrap-around porch that looks like it belongs on the cover of a magazine. The vantage point is incredible. Even from here, I can see that the property overlooks mist-covered mountains and the vast, sparkling expanse of the Pacific Ocean stretching out in the distance.

I’m staring at it like it’s a postcard when I hear the crunch of Stryker stepping up behind me. He wraps his massive arms around my waist, pulling my back flush against his solid chest. He rests his chin on the top of my head, breathing me in.

"What do you think?" he murmurs, his deep voice running down my spine deliciously.

I lean back into his strength, my brow furrowing in confusion. "It's breathtaking," I say honestly. "Do you know who lives here?”

Stryker turns his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my temple. "Yes, sunflower. We do."