My mouth widened into a satisfied smile at the sight of her passion-glazed eyes and red, swollen lips.
“Point taken, brother,” Patriot muttered, his tone full of laughter. I turned my head to glare at him, and he gave me a big, toothy grin.
“Get lost before I knock some of those teeth out,” I grumbled.
He snickered as he turned to leave, but I stopped him when a thought occurred to me. “Patriot.”
“Yo.”
“Spread the word.”
“Got it.”
When I brought my gaze back to my girl, she was frowning up at me, her brow puckered in concern. I didn’t want to argue with her anymore, so I changed the subject—we’d revisit my claim on her when we could do it naked.
“How ’bout I show you around, angel?”
I tossed a scowl at Link when he snorted, suppressing a laugh. He knew exactly why I’d offered her a tour, rather than just taking her back upstairs like I really wanted to. Ignoring him, and Mac who was silently laughing too, I returned my attention and smiled at Rylee.
“Um, okay,” she agreed after a minute. Her curiosity had clearly won out over her desire to finish our conversation.
“Wait, Rylee.” I went serious and tugged on my cut. “When you’re not in our room, you wear this. At all times. Got it?”
Rylee’s eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was about to challenge my command, so I sighed and spoke before she was able to get a word out. “It’s not about you being my property”—she raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her waist—“okay, not only about that,” I conceded. “This vest also tells anyone who sees you that you’re under my protection. Not one man in this brotherhood would ever hurt a woman, but without my cut, you’re fair game.” I looked into her eyes and made sure she was really listening when I continued, “And we don’t play fair. Understand?”
It had happened before, another patch seeing an unclaimed woman and deciding to take her and leave. It wasn’t like the married guys around here could judge. Most of us had stolen our women in one way or another.
Rylee nodded, though she didn’t look particularly happy about it. Her lips formed a cute little pout, and I had to fight my smile. She huffed and tried to walk away. “Let’s go—hey!”
I’d stuck a finger through one of her belt loops and yanked her back so she was pressed into my chest. I gripped her hips and dipped my head to murmur, “One more thing. Don’t ever run out on me again, or I’m going to cuff you to our bed and spank your sexy little ass until you’re begging me to let you come.”
Her breathing had turned choppy, but she attempted an indignant gasp until I dragged my lips along a sensitive spot on her neck.
“Now we can go.” I left her with a kiss, then patted her ass to get her moving. As we walked through the rooms, I introduced her to everyone, despite knowing Patriot would’ve started doing what I’d asked.
A few of the old ladies were around too, and I knew Rylee appreciated meeting them when this place was packed with testosterone.
Our second to last stop was the kitchen, and when we walked in, I rolled my eyes as I cleared my throat. Scout—the club’s VP—had his woman, Cat, up against a wall with her legs around his waist while they tried to swallow each other’s face.
Scout growled in annoyance and shouted, “Get lost!” When he tried to move in for another kiss, Cat whacked him on the shoulder while straining to see over him. He was a big motherfucker, and his old lady was tiny, but somehow, they fit perfectly together.
“Put me down, caveman,” she insisted with a frown.
“I wasn’t done with you, kitty cat,” he rumbled. But he obediently set her on the ground and turned around to glare at me for interrupting. Then he saw Rylee, and his gray eyes zeroed in on my cut, his face transforming with a glee-filled smile. Here we fucking go.
“Welcome. This beautiful woman must be Rylee. I’m Kyle, but everyone calls me Scout except my sweet kitty cat.”
“Hi.” Rylee’s mouth curved into a smile.
“Yes,” I answered in a threatening tone. “This is my woman, Rylee.” She threw me a disapproving glance but didn’t deny my claim.
Scout lifted his chin at me. “You need me to knock some sense into this motherfucker, just let me know.”
Cat sighed and pushed around him, smiling. But it was reserved since she always held back until she felt the newcomers were worthy of the club. “I’m Cat. Are you hungry?”
“Famished,” my girl replied. I wanted to kick myself. Of course she was starving. It was probably what got her out of bed in the first place.
Off to a great start taking care of your woman, Rossi.
“Come and sit, I have some cinnamon rolls I just took out of the oven.”
I led Rylee over to a large table that would feed a small army and helped her into a chair. Before I could sit next to her, Scout shoved me out of the way and dropped onto the seat I’d pulled out for myself. I clenched my fists and snarled at the asshole, earning myself a curious glance from Rylee that I couldn’t interpret.
“Tell me about yourself, miracle.”
I groaned and sat in the chair on her other side.
“Miracle?” Rylee repeated with confusion.
“Scout has a thing for nicknames,” Cat explained as she brought a platter of delicious gooey cinnamon rolls to the table. She set a plate and fork in front of each of us, then Scout pulled her onto his lap. “It means he approves of you.”
Rylee blushed, and I suddenly hated Scout for being the one to earn those pretty pink cheeks. “Why miracle, though?” she asked.
“You remind me of Shirley Temple with that crazy head of curls,” he answered with a wink.
“Ah, I get it,” Rylee laughed. “Little Miss Miracle.”
“Eat, angel,” I encouraged her. “After you're done, we have one more place to see.” The last stop on our tour was the other reason I’d offered to show her around. I was curious to see what her reaction was because I wanted to share my idea with her.
“Hey, Blue,” Scout called out. I glanced over my shoulder to see Mac’s wife, Bridget, strolling into the room.
She walked over and introduced herself to Rylee, then sat and chatted with her while we ate. They seemed to hit it off, and it wasn’t long before Cat relaxed and joined their conversation.
As soon as she finished her food, I excused us and gently took Rylee’s elbow to help her to her feet. “Got somewhere to be. Later.” Then I quickly steered her from the kitchen. I was already impatient to get back to bed, and watching her eat was clearly going to be a problem in the future. It made me hard as fuck. But I’d also been coming to the realization that simply declaring Rylee as mine wouldn’t be enough for her. I needed to show her that I’d thought about our future, to prove this wasn’t a short-term thing.
Once we were in the empty hallway, Rylee rounded on me and put her hands on her ample hips, her tits bouncing when she huffed. Fuck, she was sexy...I wanted to hold her right there while I pounded into her from behind. I’d be so deep in that position that I could probably come right up against her womb so that when she climaxed, it opened up and sucked up every drop, planting my kid inside her.
The picture of Rylee with a round belly appeared in my mind, and my knees nearly buckled. Not because I was shocked to know that was what I wanted—I’d known that since the moment I saw her picture—but because I was desperate to make it happen. I wanted to fuck my woman when she was even more round and soft, her body growing to accommodate our baby.
“Nova!” Rylee hissed, grabbing my attention.
“Yeah?”
“You have to stop telling everyone I’m yours.”
I narrowed my eyes, and my voice was low when I replied, “Not fucking happening.”
“I’ve spent too much time under the thumb of one controlling asshole. I’m not going to walk right into another!”
My brothers would never have let me hear the end of it if they had been present at that moment. I was s
truck speechless.
Finally, I reached out and gently brought Rylee close, gathering her into my arms. “I don’t want to control you, angel. Sorry if it seemed that way. I’m willing to admit that I’ll be a bossy, domineering asshole when it comes to other men, and I’ll expect you to trust what I tell you to do when it comes to your safety. But I will always do anything I can to give you whatever you ask for.”
Her eyes softened, and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “You have a bit of a temper,” she muttered.
I grinned unrepentantly. “Not gonna be sorry for intimidating motherfuckers who test my patience with you. But don’t pretend it didn’t make you wet when I threatened to spank your pretty little ass.”
Rylee bit her lip, and her eyes kindled with desire. I revisited my plan to push the next stop off until later, but after this conversation, I knew it was even more important.
“Come on, angel. Let me show you something.”
Taking her hand, I kissed the back before leading her through the club to the back entrance of the Silver Saints Garage. We walked in, and I lifted my chin at a few people who called out greetings. But I steered Rylee toward a bay holding a 1949 Jaguar XK120.
“Oh, my gosh!” Rylee gasped when she spotted the rusted, disassembled vehicle and rushed over. Dom slid out from the undercarriage just as Rylee ran by, but she saw him at the last second and hopped right over him.
“Careful there, sweetheart,” Dom said as he jumped to his feet and reached for her in case she ended up falling.
Dom was happily married with a family and only trying to help her, but the jealous monster in me wanted to growl at him to get his hands off my woman. And rip his tongue out for calling her sweetheart. But I had a feeling that wouldn’t help my case with Rylee, so I swallowed hard and shoved him down deep.
Rylee hadn’t even noticed Dom because she was too busy drooling over the classic car. “You do restoration work here?” she asked nobody in particular. When I heard the longing in her voice, I smiled confidently.
“If you and your dad were fixing this up, what would you do?” I asked, waving Dom off to let him know to stay quiet.
She launched into a plan, exuding enthusiasm and bouncing on the balls of her feet. As she spoke, she walked around the car, reverently touching here and stroking there. I glanced at Dom to see his mouth open in surprise as he listened to her, his expression becoming more and more astonished.
She openly admitted when she came to a part she didn’t recognize or a technique she wasn’t sure about, which was just as impressive as the things she did know. When she was done, she sighed with longing again.
“Damn, sweetheart. You know your shit,” Dom said, his tone tinged with awe. I’d moved closer and whacked him on the back of the head before giving him a warning glance when he called her sweetheart.
“Angel, this asshole is Dom. He’s in charge of the restoration business for the garage.” She’d completely circled the car now and was close enough for me to pull her close and tuck her under my arm. “Dom, this is my Rylee.”
He stuck his hand out, and I wasn’t able to completely suppress the rumble of annoyance in my chest when she shook it. Rylee looked up at me and rolled her eyes but didn’t comment.
“I thought maybe you could use some help,” I told Dom. “Maybe even take on an apprentice if Rylee’s interested.”
Rylee’s body went tense, but when she glanced up at me again, she was beaming, her eyes lit with hope.
“Absolutely,” Dom agreed without a second’s hesitation. “You obviously have a lot of knowledge and a knack for this.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her. “Have you thought about trade school?”
“No. I just assumed...I mean people just expected me to go to college, and I wanted out of my house, so that’s just what I thought I would do.”
“You don’t need a degree to be amazing at this since it obviously comes natural. However, if you want to learn it faster, learn it right.” He winked and smirked. “I’ll teach you everything they won’t at school.”
Rylee giggled, and the sound went straight to my dick. Seeing her with that car had been hot as fuck, and that badass sexy mixed with her sweet laughter brought my need to a boiling point. “You two can talk more in a few days...or a week...just...later,” I mumbled as I lifted my chin in farewell and dragged Rylee back into the clubhouse.
“But, I was still—”
I spun around and used my grip on her hand to yank her up against my body before lowering my head and crashing my mouth down over hers. She fell eagerly into the kiss, her arms locking around my neck and her tongue dancing with mine. I grabbed her ass and lifted her so her legs automatically circled my hips. After a minute, I knew I needed to stop if we had any hope of making it back to my room. “You’re amazing,” I rumbled after reluctantly ending the kiss. “So fucking sexy.”
Keeping her wrapped around me, I stalked to the back of the house and up the stairs. It wasn’t until we reached my room that I realized how quiet she’d been during the short walk. Once we were inside with the door shut and locked, I set her on her feet and cradled her beautiful face in my palms. Her green eyes were filled with confusion, and I kissed her forehead. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, angel?”
She was silent for a few beats, then she shrugged. “I don’t understand why this is happening to me. You’re...I mean, you're gorgeous. Dangerous and sexy, an incredible artist.” She shook her head and gestured to her body with a sweep of her hand. “I’m just average. Brown hair, brown eyes, medium height, size fourteen...there’s nothing special about me.”
I stared at her, unable to speak, and she blushed, her eyes darting away for a moment before coming back to me since I was holding her face right in front of mine.
“You’re fucking blind, Rylee,” I finally rasped out. “There is nothing ordinary or plain about you. My mouth waters for every one of your curves. You fit perfectly into my body. When your eyes sparkle, I want to get lost in them. And these curls…” I ran my fingers through her hair. “Somehow, they make you adorable and sexy as fuck at the same time.”
My hands glided down from her head, over her shoulders, and down her torso to grab her hips. Holding her close, I pressed my aching shaft against her belly and grunted, “This is what you do to me, angel.”
I bent low and kissed her until she was breathing hard, then pulled back and squeezed her ample hips. “I think I need to show you exactly why this body is my own personal wonderland.”
10
Rylee
The vow I had made to try to keep my vagina away from Nova’s penis had flown out the window the moment he suggested that Dom take me on as an apprentice in the garage. He’d gone beyond showing me that he was paying attention to my hopes and dreams—he’d set things in motion to try to make them come true. The only other person in my life who would’ve done the same was my dad, who had been protective of me. Nova’s actions had made me see him in a new light, and I didn’t worry about him trying to control me anymore...which meant I was free to give in to my overwhelming desire for the sexy MC enforcer.
Not that I’d done a bang up job of staying away from him anyway. But he made it nearly impossible when he made me feel so powerful for being the object of his desire. For making him hard.
At least now I didn’t need to regret what had already happened between us. Or everything I was hoping we were about to do. “Does this showing involve orgasms?”
“As many as your sexy-as-fuck body can take.” The sensual promise in his deep voice and dark eyes sent a shiver down my spine, making me weak in the knees.
I twined my arms around his neck and whispered, “Then yes, please show me.”
Nova didn’t waste a moment, quickly stripping us both out of our clothes before carrying me to the bed. When my back hit the mattress, he crashed down on top of me. His hard-on brushed against my wetness, making me gasp and arch toward him. But his fingers dug into
my hips as he pushed me back down again. “Not so fast, angel. Gotta make you come first. Hard and long. Then I can take that sweet cherry you saved for me.”
His dirty talk rocked my world almost as much as his mouth and fingers. Holding on to my virginity hadn’t even been an intentional decision, but I was grateful that circumstances had led me to this moment with Nova. I wanted him to be the only man who ever touched me. “It’s all yours.”
“Damn straight, it is,” he growled, nipping at the pulse point in my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Every single inch of your body is mine, Rylee. Always will be.”
“Yes,” I gasped as his lips drifted lower to wrap around one of my nipples. I felt the pull of his mouth deep in my core, my inner walls clenching in need. His palms kneaded the plump mounds of my breasts while he toyed with the turgid peaks. I was a writhing and panting mess when he finally kissed his way down to my pussy.
“You’re already drenched for me.” His tongue swept out and swiped up my center. “Mmm, best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Someday, I’m going to feast on this sweet little pussy for hours. But not today. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock too damn bad to last that long.”
“Rain check,” I panted as he flicked his tongue over my pussy lips, fisting my hands in his hair. “Your mouth feels so good. You won’t hear any complaints from me if you want to lick and suck for an entire day.”
“Just think of all the orgasms I’ll give you.” He looked up at me, and his lips curved into a sexy grin. “Like this one.”
He spread me open with his fingers, flicking his tongue over my clit. My hips lifted off the mattress, and he slid his palms under my butt to hold me closer to his face. His tongue circled around the sensitive nub, and my nails dug into his scalp as he devoured me using his tongue, teeth, and lips. He kept his dark eyes on mine while he drove me close to the edge. Flicking my clit. Licking between my wet folds. Dipping his tongue inside me. Over and over again until I flew apart and screamed his name. Only then did he finally settle between my legs with the tip of his cock notched at my entrance. “You ready for me, angel?”
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