Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“You like watching me fuck you?” I asked, my voice ragged. The words would have embarrassed me once. Now they felt powerful in my mouth.
“Best fucking view in Tennessee.” He grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire and something deeper.
I rode him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me. My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave half-moons in his skin. His hips bucked up to meet every downward thrust of mine, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling our loft.
“Touch yourself,” he urged. “Let me see you make yourself come on my cock.”
I slid one hand between us, my fingers finding my clit. The added sensation made my rhythm falter for a moment before I found it again. Rip gripped my hips tighter, helping me maintain the pace as tension built in my core.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Take what you need. Take everything I have to give you.”
My orgasm crashed over me without warning, a white-hot explosion that had me screaming his name. My pussy clenched around him as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Rip held me through it, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard to prolong the sensation until I thought I might black out from the intensity.
Before the aftershocks had fully subsided, Rip flipped us so I lay beneath him on the couch. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, driving into me with renewed urgency. The change in angle had him hitting spots that made my eyes roll back.
“Mine,” he growled, his rhythm growing erratic. “All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed, pulling him down for a bruising kiss. “Always yours.”
He came with a shout, his hips stuttering against mine. I felt him pulse inside me as he buried his face in my neck and emptied his cum deep inside my pussy. Rip’s breath fanned raggedly against my skin. We lay tangled together afterward, his weight a comforting blanket over me. Neither of us spoke for several minutes, content in the afterglow.
Finally Rip shifted, sliding out of me and settling beside me on the couch. I turned to face him, my arms going around his neck. He stroked my skin up and down with idle affection as I leaned forward against him chest to chest.
“Can you believe this shit?” I asked, gesturing vaguely around us at the life we had built together. At the home we had made in this wonderful space above the security hub of an outlaw motorcycle club.
Rip grinned lazily. “At one point in my life, no. I would never have thought I’d get to have everything I have with you. Now? Yeah. I can believe it.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Really?”
“What do you want me to say?” His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently. “That I thank whatever fucked-up God exists every day that you walked into my life? That I still sometimes wake up afraid you’re just a dream?” His voice dropped lower. “That I never thought I deserved this kind of happiness, but I will burn down the fucking world before I let anyone take it away?”
I swallowed hard, sudden emotion making my throat tight. “Yeah. That works pretty good.”
I sat up, stretching my arms overhead before walking naked to the kitchen area. I grabbed two beers from the fridge. The old Jade would have covered herself. Would have felt exposed and vulnerable. Now I enjoyed Rip’s appreciative gaze as I moved through our home.
I handed him a beer and settled back beside him on the couch. Rip put his arm around me. I leaned into his touch, letting the peace of the moment wash over me. Outside these walls the world continued. We’d head back down to the party soon, but I had the feeling we weren’t done quite yet.
Here in this space Rip and I had carved out for ourselves, I found something I thought was lost forever.
Safety. Trust. Home.
* * *
The first hint of dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold as I leaned against the balcony railing. Steam rose from the chipped mug of coffee clutched between my hands. The compound spread out below us, quiet in the early morning hours except for the prospects already at work washing bikes and sweeping the courtyard. I wore nothing but Rip’s faded black T-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, the morning air cool against my bare legs.
“Morning, beautiful.” Rip appeared in the doorway behind me, his own coffee mug in hand. His chest was bare, tattoos on full display, wearing only a pair of worn sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He moved beside me, leaning against the railing and pressing a kiss to my temple.
“You let me sleep in,” I said, taking a sip of the coffee he had made. Strong and black, just how I liked it.