Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

don’t know.” She whimpered, but she so knew. Her lips creased with a smile as she poked around his beard, trying to pull the short hairs to get him moving again.

He took his time; he always did. Unless he wanted to fuck her brains out.

“You knew I’d come home with my cock hurting for you, didn’t you?”

With his full palm covering her ass cheek, he lifted her into his next push, and it popped lights behind her eyes, rushes of hotness traveled through her limbs, making Zara uncoordinated while she held onto his hair and fed from his opened lips.

She loved him like this. Wild and untamed, vibrating under his skin.

Yes, she’d let him know she was naked in the tub earlier because she’d wanted this. She’d needed him on top of her, inside her, taking her over.

She knew his buttons and liked to press them often.

What could she say? She was a woman who craved the way he fucked.

“Harder, Rider.” She implored.

“You’ll get harder,” he gruffed. “You’ll get all my fuckin’ cock and take it, won’t you?”

“Yes.” She hissed and swallowed his pleased chuckle.

The very tip of her breast ached when he pinched her nipple, dipping down; he sucked the ache away and brought on an additional need as his hips increased, going faster, diving deeper. She felt stretched to the max, hurting in a way only Rider knew how to fix.

Heat and lust burst all over her when he crushed her mouth again.

It wasn’t nice. Rider didn’t kiss nicely. He was primal, taking ownership of every moan she cried down his throat. Kissing her because he knew she came alive for him. He tipped her head back in such a way that meant he could violate every inch inside of her mouth until she was a shaking mess. He sucked the meatier part of her lip as though he’d waited all day to taste her. His heat purged through her, and Zara took it happily.

This man.

Her biker-man.

Love of her life.

His fuck went on until she came on a muffled cry, and then he followed right behind her. Grunting with two more thrusts, he held her tighter by the hip until he emptied, panting against her throat.

God, the comedown felt just as good as she clung like a spider web around his massive frame, stroking along his shuddering back.

“My beautiful cocktease.” He gruffed to make her laugh, delighted.

Rider was a ruthless man where his MC was concerned. Meticulous in his decisions to a fault.

But maybe Zara had some conniving game in her too. She learned from the best, because look how easily she made him lose control.

“All yours.” She answered amid the necklace of kisses she pressed over his beard and jawline.

Zara didn’t so much drift into sleep as she was fucked there in seconds.

With one thought about her man.

Her lovely, sexy biker-man.

Who was going to become her husband in only twenty days.

Yay.

TWO

“No fuckin’ discounts for asshole cops.” - Rider

 

Wedding: T-minus 19 days.

It was mid-morning in Denver. Rider had to battle forty minutes outside of Armado Springs through heavy traffic. Two of his boys were parked up when he slung a leg over his bike, stepping down.

The crisp February air had him pulling the black leather sheepskin jacket up nearer to his ears. His boots crunched the receding ice underfoot as he walked down to the corner and bumped fists with Capone and Texas.

“He’s inside,” Capone informed, jutting his dark head to the store in front of them.

It wasn’t a poor street from what he saw. Busy for a weekday. Lots of traffic through to the interstate. Rider was looking into expanding some of their enterprises. They’d already bought up most of the stores on Main Street in Armado Springs.

Some they rented to the current holders, and the empty properties were in development to be operational by the summer. There were seven empty on the strip. Because they’d been standing empty for a while, he was hoping to get them for a song.

The three men walked into the nearest storefront to meet with the realtor.

It was a decent size and would work in their favor to expand the gambling dens.

The business was booming. Already there was a six-month waiting cap to get at a table.

They looked around for a while, listening to the realtors' spiel.

“What do you think?” He asked his boys.

Texas had been flipping properties for a while now and knew what to look for. He gave an agreeing noise.

“It’s a reasonable size for a sandwich bar, Prez.” Added Capone. “Has plenty of foot traffic.” The strip only had one rundown diner. This would be Capone’s project.

What interested the men more was the basement and what work it would take to knock through to make it one extensive area.

Some female hangarounds already showed enough interest for pitching in.

Back on the street, they viewed the other properties. Most were a carbon copy of the first. Some needed a little more work to get them up to standard.

But Rider saw the potential for expanding the Souls profits.

He shook the realtor guy’s hand. “Get the paperwork together. I want all seven.”

The guy’s eyes lit up seeing the big fat commission in his future.

“Absolutely. Should have them ready for you sometime next week.” He hurried off to his SUV before Rider could change his mind.

“Heads up, Prez. We have company.” Capone pointed out. Rider swerved his head to see the slowing cop car. Charlie Timmons was behind the wheel, but Tag’s ex-girlfriend stepped out when it stopped in the middle of the road. She sauntered over with a chip as big as the moon glowing on her face.

With the help of Arson, a few months back, Tag had stopped her