With my plans running through my head, I catch up to her before she can get to the door and scoop her up into my arms, Brielle’s head whips around and up to look at me. I slam my mouth down on hers right as she opened it to yell at me and claim hers with a kiss meant to not only show those around, she’s mine but to show her who she belongs to.
Brielle is mine and she’s going to finally get it through her head.
Her and I spent enough time not talking as we lived next door to each other. I’d imagined her enough times that I’m done waiting to know what she tastes like, feels like and I’m going to show her exactly what that little attitude of hers does to my dick.
Chapter Nine
Brielle
Holy moly cannoli. I knew Ryder could kiss. He’d kissed me yesterday and we’d had a somewhat make out session before movie and pizza with Marcus and Micah. Then after they’d gone to sleep, he’d kissed me some more. Both those sweet and gentle.
This one though.
Oh.
My.
God.
Earth—shattering doesn’t even begin to explain the sensations flowing through my body right now. Not even close.
Kissing me now the way he is, it’s as if he were proving something with his mouth. A claim he can only make with his lips locked to mine and his tongue inside as he holds me in his arms.
I’d gone to the garage to ask him if there was any way we could get my laptop from the house and my Kindle. It might not have looked like I worked considering I never left my house but that didn’t mean I didn’t. I wrote for a living. Different types of romance novels. Under a different name that is, but no one knew who I really was. I stayed under the radar not wanting to be known for what I do. Just wanted my readers to know me through my writing. To feel the emotions I put into each word. Nothing else.
And right now, with not writing the past two days I’m going to have to make up for those if I don’t get started soon. So, I’d gone to ask if someone could get these for me and I’d overheard him talking to Cane, one of Bryan’s brothers from the Devil’s Riot. Maybe I over reacted, but I don’t think so. Not when I didn’t ask him to wade into my drama. Didn’t want him to. I would have figured away to get a way from here and get somewhere safe before Titus could have gotten to me again.
Then again, this last time, Titus was nearly ready to kill me but wanted to torture me some more before that happened by inflicting as much pain as he could.
Pushing my hands against Ryder’s chest, I push against it as best I could in the cradled position he’s holding me in. Breaking the kiss, I’m panting for breath.
This is what the man does to me, leaving me breathless and mind boggled. I can’t afford for this to happen.
“Ryder,” I whisper, meeting his gaze and instantly become enthralled with what I see.
“Shut it, Brielle,” he commands, gravelly, and breaks eye contact with me as he turns us from the main entrance to the clubhouse and takes us to another. “Not gonna have the boys see me carry their maman through the front and follow us because they’re worried about you. Especially when I intend to sink my dick in that tight body of yours.”
Have I said it already?
Oh.
My.
God.
Ryder is definitely something I never expected in my life no matter how much I dreamed about it. Shoot he was the inspiration for my latest book. Him and his dark broody eyes that seem to soften when he’s talking to my boys. This was before I even knew him.
And now my body reacts in a way it hasn’t in ten years. If I were honest with myself, it didn’t even react this way with Titus. Not by a long shot. I’d only had sex the handful of times with Titus when I’d gotten pregnant and after that it was nonexistent once again. If I didn’t have the boys, you could pretty much declare me a reborn again virgin because I honestly didn’t have any experience with getting any action that wasn’t self-induced.
Opening the back door to the club, Ryder quickly makes it to his room. Barely jostling me as he does what’s need to get us into the room. The moment we’re behind closed doors, he locks it keeping anyone from being able to come in without knocking.
Ryder reaches the bed in long strides and climbs up the mattress with me still in his arms before finally laying me down gently in the middle somewhat like he’d done the previous day.
He doesn’t waste a moment of time in reclaiming my mouth and plunging his tongue in to dance with mine.
Lordy does it feel nice having his lips against my own. Even more so when his hand glides softly up my shirt making sure to take care of the bandage on my stomach and cups my breasts.
Moaning into his mouth, I wrap my arms around his neck since I don’t know what else I should do with them. Like I’ve said, pretty much Virgin Mary here and I really don’t want him to find out.
My moaning must do something to him as he groans and dislodges his mouth and peppers wet kisses along my jaw down my neck. Ryder lifts up enough to pull my shirt over my head. Once it’s cleared my head, he’s back to kissing a trail down to my breasts where he pulls the cup of my bra from one and latches on to my nipple flicking it with his tongue as he uses his hand to pinch and play with the other.
Oh.
That.
Feels.
Amazing.
Something I’ve never had
