Page 31 of Demon Rider

“Yeah, baby, I know.” Hooking my hand around her neck, I pull her to me.

Kissing her right here in front of everyone. The men cheer, and call out inappropriate things making her smile against my mouth, but I feel her skin heating under my palm.

“I want that.” Teo whines, making the brothers laughter fill the room.

“Fucking puss.” Rupert calls out.

“I love your brothers.” Kristina murmurs against my lips.

Smiling, I kiss her. “Brotherly love, right?”

Our lips are still touching, eyes open, as we talk. This connection is beyond any fucking words I could comprehend.

“Yes, handsome. You.” She pauses, her eyes searching mine. “You, Tyson Langford, are the only man I love. My demon rider.”

“Too fucking sweet. I need me some easy pussy.” Huck calls out.

I tune them out, when Kristina’s hand slips under my T-shirt, her nail dragging across my abdominal muscles.

“I need you to fuck me, Tyson. Mark me as yours, baby.”

I can feel her arousal, hell, I can fucking smell it.

“Fuck, yeah.” Pushing to my feet, I toss her over my shoulder, her giggles are mixed with my brothers clapping and calling out to us.

Charging to my room, with one thing in mind. Sinking deep into my woman, making her mine. Over and over again.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Kristina

I have been at the Reaper’s Order MC’s clubhouse for two weeks, I have been helping with the planning of the cubs annual Halloween party, and it sounds like things get crazy around here.

Things have been going great, between Ty and I.

Until last night.

I told Tyson that I needed to go back to work. Yes, he told me that I can use his money, but I like working. The social side of it makes me happy. Meeting different people most nights, being able to listen to someone’s shitty day at work stories.

Tyson told me that I was not going back to work, that I could help around the club if I was bored.

Safe to say, that broody fucker slept on the floor last night. No way was I letting a man dictate to me again. I had an ex-boyfriend of that for nearly a year, no thanks.

I also ignored him this morning in the kitchen which only fueled his anger. Especially when the brothers were snickering, about our fight.

These may be adult men who are fearful Reapers, but hell, they gossip like old ladies.

He stormed off somewhere, so I am sitting out here, looking over at the land behind the clubhouse watching the birds glide through the air. Changing direction like a well-practiced dance.

It is mesmerizing. You get sucked in watching it, like they take a hold over you, and you can’t look away.

Much like Tyson.

He has pulled me into his life, his soul and will not let me go, yet I do not feel caged. Well, I kind of do now.

Frowning, I sigh. Tugging the blanket tighter around me, I let the silence wash over me.

I am used to city life, but being here, it is making me rethink how I have been living. Maybe, being out here with nature might be better for me. Maybe I can cut my hours down, but I would still like to work.