Goddamn, that was it.
Witnessing Zara braced over his lap, with her throat taking all his cock in incredible big sucks, meant he wasn’t a patient man. At all. It felt too good, better still, to have her riding back on his face until his beard smelled as sweet as her.
Rider took his Icy-girl until she burst free in his mouth, feeling her cry around his cock. His good girl went on sucking him and working what she couldn’t swallow down with her hand. And seconds after she came, he had a silent roar in his throat as he followed.
No sexier sight than watching her drink him in with moan after pleasured moan from her lips. When Zara collapsed at his side, Rider crawled over her, prying her softened limbs open. He was still hard, it would soften soon, and he had nothing left in him after her sucking mania, but he needed inside her. He pushed in, felt her quivering tightly as he had to force past her tighter than tight pussy to touch the bottom of her.
“Rider, oh, god.” She breathed-laughed, clutching his shoulders as he settled down on her. Feeling her come in his mouth was out of this world. Feeling her pussy shuddering from the inside was not something he wanted to miss. He held inside her as she wound her left leg around his hip, giving two short pumps to make her tremble a little for him.
Rider groaned and took her mouth. Their kiss was slow and sweet.
Didn’t matter how many times he had her. He could ride her missionary for the rest of his life, and it would be the best sex he’d ever had.
Some women were born unique.
His Zara was born not of this world, and he was the lucky bastard who got to love her.
“Love you, Icy.” He said into her lips, feeling them stretch apart with a smile. She wound around him like a sloth. He’d clean her up in a second and tuck her into him again so she could drop into sleep.
“Sixteen days, hubby-to-be.”
It couldn’t come soon enough for him.
SIX
“Mini Prez on board.” – Rider
Wedding: T-minus 15 days.
It was the wheezing noises which brought Rider out of sleep.
He always slept up against Zara’s back with his face in her hair.
Sometimes he held his tinier woman tighter than intended to, and she’d elbow him in the ribs and accuse him of being a boa constrictor. That wasn’t the case this morning.
The cough-wheezing was coming from Zara, and then she woke herself by sneezing.
“Dammit,” she groaned.
“You okay, Icy?”
“Ugh. I feel like death.”
Frowning, Rider moved his hand to her forehead, and sure enough, she was burning up. Cupping her cheek, he waited for her to turn around. She appeared flushed, her eyes a little opaque as she burrowed into his chest. “I think you sexed a cold into me, honey.” She joked. He chuckled, kissing her warm face.
“I have many talents, but I don’t carry the flu in my dick. Were you feeling sick last night?”
“No, just tired, but that’s wedding prep for you. Something always needs checking and double-checking.”
“You’re supposed to be letting your mom see to it.”
She snorted and then started coughing. “It would be bigger than it is if I didn’t keep her in check. I already had to nix fifty people from coming from Dad’s firm.”
From listening to conversations, Rider had an inkling of how big his wedding was becoming. Long as Zara turned up, he wasn’t bothered about the details. Though paying for a bunch of Boston attorneys to eat his steak wasn’t something he’d have chosen.
“Don’t worry, biker-man.” She patted his bare chest, “there won’t be lawyers at our wedding. I wanted an intimate ceremony, and she’s making it into a clown circus.”
“You want me to talk to her?”
“I can handle it.”
Another round of coughing, Rider slid out of bed. Zara moved to do the same, and he stopped her. “You stay there.”
“I need to pee, Rider!”
He chuckled and let her go to the bathroom but ushered her right back into their bed.
“You realize those three kids you put in me will be awake soon and demanding food?” She argued, sitting her blonde-self up against the headboard.
A brow arched. “I’m capable of slopping food into a bowl. You get some more rest, and I’ll bring up some meds for you to take.”
“Rider, I’m fine. It’s only a little sniffle, nothing to keep me in bed.”
The fever and hacking cough told him differently.
“There’s too much to do for me to waste time in bed.”
“You’ll keep your butt there.”
“And you have to go into the club.”
Leaning over the bed, he pressed his lips to her forehead, and she sighed into him. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll bring up something sweet soon.”
On cue, one of the boys started wailing, which kicked off the other one. Any second now, Harper would let herself out of her room and run to theirs, demanding cartoons, and toaster waffles.
“Already gave me something sweet last night,” she grinned.
“Don’t be giving me dick jokes, woman.” He smirked dirty, proud of her, slipping into a pair of denim jeans and a gray t-shirt. “Lie back and get some rest.”
“Okay,” he knew she was sick when she gave in so quickly. She was tucked in and almost asleep before he carted both boys downstairs with Harper hanging onto his leg.
Leaving them in highchairs, Rider ran back up to feed Zara the
