Rider (Exiled Guardians MC Book 6)

by Hope Ford

  I run my finger lightly over the glass frame. It’s a picture of Rider and me on his bike. It was the first day I got here and we went down the road to grab something to eat. Both of us are smiling in it. Rider is looking at the camera. But not me, no, I’m looking at Rider and anyone that looks at it would be able to tell how much I love him. It’s written plainly on my face.

  I look up at Rider, wondering if he realizes, but his face is void of all emotion. He’s not giving anything up.

  “I want a copy of it,” I tell him and then set it back on the mantle.

  He doesn’t answer me, just holds the shirt out to me.

  I take it from him and walk quickly out of the room. I know if I stand here much longer, I’m going to confess to him exactly what I’m feeling.

  When I get to the doorway, I ask him, “Mind if I take a shower?”

  I swear I hear him groan, but when I turn around, he’s just nodding his head. “Sure, you know where everything is.”

  Rider

  She walks out of the room and I release the breath I’ve been holding. If she knew the thoughts I’m having about her, she would probably run the other way. I sit down on the couch, and my cock twitches in my pants. It’s almost like he knows she’s naked in the next room. Just imagining her curvy body standing under the steady stream of water has my pulse racing and my cock hardening.

  I reach down and adjust myself, moaning at the contact. If I were braver, I’d pull my cock out here and now and stroke it. The temptation is overpowering, but I find it in me to stop myself. That’s all I need, for her to walk in while I’m masturbating to thoughts of her.

  I get up and walk into the kitchen, opening the freezer and the refrigerator doors. I stick my head in the freezer, just trying to cool myself off.

  I pop some popcorn, grab some sodas and walk back into the living room. As I’m setting everything down on the coffee table, she walks back in. I fight not to look at her, especially after I just got myself pulled together, but in the end I know it’s a futile fight. I look up at her pink cheeks, with her hair in a ponytail on the top of her head, and my shirt that reaches her thighs.

  She’s always beautiful, but seeing her in my shirt does something crazy to me, like it always does.

  I sit down on the couch and pick up the remote. “What do you want to watch?”

  She sighs loudly, and my eyes follow her as she walks around me to the other end of the couch. She pulls my shirt she’s wearing down over her knees and sits down.

  She’s watching me and I’m doing my best to not look at her. I know if I do, she’s going to be able to see the arousal on my face.

  “Rider, can we talk?”

  “Uh, sure,” I say, flipping through the channels, acting like I’m interested in what’s on the television. When in all reality, my everything is focused on her.

  She grabs one of the sodas and takes a drink before setting it back down. She’s quiet for so long, I want to look at her, but I can’t.

  She finally clears her throat. “Remember that first night we met?”

  My back tightens. “Yeah, what about it?”

  Again, she’s quiet and I know Willow. She’s a force to be reckoned with and the fact that she’s nervous right now tells me something. I lean back into the couch and turn my head to look at her. She’s facing me, sitting cross-legged on the couch with my shirt stretched over her knees.

  She blushes, and the red bloom makes her even more beautiful. “Have you ever wondered?... Have you ever thought…?”

  She starts and stops and my gut clenches. It’s in this instant that I have to know what she’s thinking.

  “What is it, Willow? Say it.”

  She sighs and she looks sad almost. Finally, she takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders. I can feel it in my bones that whatever she’s about to say right now is going to change everything.

  4

  Willow

  He’s not giving anything up. His face is stoic but he’s at least finally looking at me. I say a silent prayer that I’m not fucking this up. “Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we would have hooked up that first night? Instead of passing out.”

  I know he’s shocked. I can see it in his eyes . He rubs his hand over his face. “What do you mean?”

  I turn my head to the side. “You know… if we’d had sex. Do you think we would still be friends? I don’t know. I guess I’m asking if you’ve ever thought about it… having sex with me?”

  He closes his eyes tightly, almost like he’s in pain and instantly I regret asking him. I lean over and take the remote from him, telling him, “Forget it. Stupid question.”

  “No!” He takes the remote back, flips off the TV, and sets the remote next to the untouched popcorn. “Are we being honest here? You sure you want to know this?”

  I scrunch my nose up. Well, I thought I wanted to know, but when he puts it like that, maybe I don’t.

  I’m about to tell him no when he sighs, pulls his leg up on the couch and turns toward me. He leans forward, just ever so slightly. “I’ve thought about it.”

  But that’s all he gives me. He doesn’t expand and I have no way of knowing what he’s thinking. He’s watching me and I know the next move is on me.

  So instead of telling him how I really feel, about how I love him more than I ever thought possible, I go with Plan B. “So, I was thinking, I think we should be friends… with benefits.”

  He draws back from me and his face flinches again. “What?”

  “You know. It’s been a while for me and well, I thought, why not?” I barely stop myself from slapping myself on the forehead. I know I sound like an idiot. I know that just by suggesting it I could ruin everything we have, but I also know that I can’t just go on like we are.

  He strokes his beard with his hand as if he’s thinking about it. “How much did you have to drink tonight?”

  I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m not drunk! You know what, never mind.”

  I get up and lean across the coffee table to grab the remote. When I’m about to sit back down, I feel his hands on my hips and he pulls me toward him until I land on his lap. “No. Not never mind. Let’s talk about this.”

  His solid body is underneath my softer one and I can’t stop myself from wiggling against him, wanting to feel all he has to offer. His hands tighten on me and he holds my body firmly. I can feel the rumble in his chest against me when he huskily whispers, “I can’t talk with you moving on me like this.”

  I let out a small giggle and turn to the side so I can face him. His face is tense, and I can see the clench of his jaw. “Look, Rider, I don’t want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend. I just thought maybe… well, you know, but if you don’t think of me like that….”

  Rider

  Don’t think of her like that? Fuck, that’s all I’ve thought about since she moved here. I would give anything to be buried deep inside of her and how she hasn’t realized it by now is beyond me. She’s looking at me all insecure and I hate it. She’s one of the most confident women I know, and I refuse to be the reason she’s unsure of herself. With my hands on her hips, I slide her across my lap until she’s sitting right on top of my hard cock that is pressing against the zipper of my jeans. It’s painful. Damn, it hurts. But it’s completely worth it when Willow gasps with surprise and her hand goes to cover her mouth.

  “I think of you like that.” Just in case she couldn’t tell the obvious, I wanted to spell it out for her.

  Her hands go to my shoulders and squeeze. I suck in a breath and my whole body tautens. She’s hugged me before, but nothing like this and I know I’m not going to survive not having her now, not when she’s offering herself to me. I can’t tell her no. I want to tell her that it’s more than friends with benefits, but I’m following her lead. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

  Her hand cups my jaw and her fingers stroke my beard softly. “Do you want to talk about this first?”

 
With her hands on me, I can’t even mutter a sound, let alone form a sentence. Her fingers drift from my beard to my mouth and she lightly strokes my lower lip. Her eyes are not on me, they’re on my mouth. Her pink tongue comes out, and she runs it along her lower lip like she’s imagining our kiss. I groan then, a guttural groan that has been building up the last month of having her near me and not being able to touch her.

  I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for control and knowing it’s a losing battle. “Talk later,” I whisper to her.

  She moves then and I grip on to her, not wanting her to leave me. But I shouldn’t have worried. She climbs across me, moving from the side so that she’s now straddling me. When she lowers her body down onto mine, my lower body jerks and I press up against her heated core.

  She moves her hips and I know the friction of my jeans against her panty-clad pussy is pushing her to the edge with every push of her pelvis against my groin. When she moans, I capture the sound in my mouth. Our lips touching for the first time is like nothing I’ve ever imagined. I’ve dreamt about it, but nothing, not one bit of my imagination, prepared me for this. Deepening the kiss, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and hold her to me. She tastes sweet, just like I thought she would. She presses her breasts against my chest and her hard nipples graze against me, only our shirts separating us.

  I clench on to the material and yank it up, not wanting to take my mouth off her, but still wanting to feel her naked body against mine. We pull at each other’s clothes until her naked breasts are grazing my chest. A burst of pleasure and need explodes inside me. I stand up with her in my arms, devouring her mouth and walking at the same time. I’ve often thought of her naked, her pussy spread wide, and that’s exactly how I plan to have her.

  I toss her to my bed and make quick work of pulling my clothes off. Her lips are swollen, her hair is tousled and her breathing is heavy. She’s almost bare to me. The only thing stopping me is a pair of pink panties.

  I lay down on top of her, kissing her breasts, her stomach and making my way down to her body. She closes her legs, though, and sits up on her elbows.

  “Wait, Rider, wait. Promise me. Promise me that no matter what happens we’ll be friends tomorrow.”

  I know I look like a raving lunatic. She’s holding her legs together and even though I’m trying, I can’t pry them open. I have to have her. Running my hands up her legs, I kiss her knees.

  “Please, Rider. Promise me?”

  She’s crazy if she thinks I won’t promise her any damn thing she wants. She could ask anything of me right now and come hell or high water, I would give it to her. But friendship, that’s easy. Because I plan on tying her to me for the rest of my life. “I promise, Willow.”

  And as soon as I say it, her legs open for me and I press on her thighs, opening her wider to me. I dip my finger inside her and she’s already soaking wet. I spread her wetness around her clit and the moan that escapes her has her writhing against my hand. A hunger like nothing I’ve ever felt comes over me and I kiss the sweetness from her very core. I lap at her juices coating my tongue, while I brush my thumb over her swollen clit.

  She’s pleading with me, begging me not to stop. Her pelvis shakes and trembles and I put my hands under her hips and lift her up to meet my mouth. I suck her clit until she’s screaming my name and her pussy convulses around my tongue. Fuck yeah, she rides my tongue and doesn’t stop until her pussy is nothing but a quivering aftershock.

  I don’t give her time to breathe. The taste I got of her was not enough. It will never be enough. I have to have her, and I won’t stop until I’m buried deep inside her.

  5

  Willow

  Rider climbs up my limp and trembling body. His body is on top of mine and he kisses me. I can taste myself on him and the taste of us together has me whimpering greedily into his mouth. I want him inside me. I can’t stop until he’s fully seated in me and I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

  I plant my feet on the bed and push my hips up, begging him to penetrate me. I won’t feel whole until I have him inside me. I reach down between us and cup his long, hard erection in my hand. I stroke him, once, twice and on the third time his hips pull away, he throws his head back and a guttural moan like nothing I’ve ever heard before comes out of him. He leans into me and sucks my nipple into his mouth roughly. The sensation of pain and ecstasy has me grabbing a handful of sheets and pulling at them. I grab his hips, pulling him to me. I wrap my legs around him, and with the heels of my feet, I pull him, urging him to enter me to give me what I want.

  He slows down and enters me slowly, inch by inch, allowing me just a fraction in time to adjust to his girth. When he’s fully seated inside me, I take a deep breath and a calmness surrounds me. It’s like finally getting something that you’ve wanted your whole life. Complete happiness consumes me. He slowly pulls out of me and thrusts back in. His dick is throbbing inside me and he pounds into me, trailing kisses and bite marks along my sensitive skin.

  Arousal builds and my core is hot, sucking him and not wanting to let him go. I clamp down and a growl escapes him. With a whole new urgency, he pounds inside me, leaving me clinging to him, seeking the peak of pleasure.

  His jaw is tight and pleasure is written on his face. Groaning at me, he tells me to come and as if my body knows who’s boss, I let go, allowing myself to succumb to the best pleasure I’ve ever known. His body tautens over me and we come, our bodies fused together.

  I rub my hands lightly up and down his back as I try to catch my breath. He’s breathing heavily and I’m hoping and praying that things are not going to be awkward. We didn’t think, there wasn’t a plan; we both gave in to our urges and I hope that we don’t regret it.

  He slowly pulls out of me and climbs off the bed. His cock is still hard and I look at it, glistening with both of our juices. I start to cover myself up, not used to having my naked body on display, but he stops me by yanking the covers out of reach.

  “Don’t move,” he tells me before walking into the bathroom. I sit up on my elbows and self-consciously look down at my body. Ignoring my soft rolls and imperfections, I discover that I’m covered in tiny bruises and marks from the scruff of his beard. Just looking at it makes me aroused all over again.

  He walks back out of the bathroom and comes toward me with a wet wash cloth. I try to take it from him, but he pushes my legs apart and starts cleaning me. A blush fills my face, but I don’t stop him.

  He tosses the cloth over into the hamper and then lies down on the bed next to me. I don’t say a word. I don’t even take a breath. I’m trying not to worry or stress out, but I know I’m going to.

  He’s lying on his back next to me and he puts his hand on my belly. He draws little circles around my belly button and it isn’t long until I’m giggling and trying to get out of his reach. “Oh, you’re ticklish. I had no idea.”

  He mounts me then, tickling all of my exposed body until I’m gasping for breath and my sides are hurting from laughing so hard.

  He straightens back out then and lies beside me, tucking my body into his.

  I lie in his arms for a minute, and when the silence becomes too much, he finally says something. “You okay?”

  I bite my lower lip and, afraid I might cry, I just nod against his chest.

  He kisses the top of my head and whispers to me, “Quit worrying. We’re friends no matter what.”

  We’re both quiet then and I wish I could ask him what he’s thinking. Before tonight, I would have. Now I can’t. I don’t know if I really want to know what he’s thinking. Is he regretting what just happened?

  He said “friends no matter what.” I should never had made that stupid proposition, “friends with benefits.” I should have just told him how I felt.

  Rider

  I knew that making love with Willow would change everything. I didn’t even question it. And now that I’ve had one taste of her, there’s no going back. She wants friends with benefits. I want
forever.

  She’s lying stiffly in my arms and I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t want to push her away, but I also don’t want to act like what just happened between us was nothing. “Quit worrying. We’re friends no matter what,” I whisper against her hair.

  And I’m not lying to her, because we will be friends. But I want so much more.

  I stroke my hand down her back, trying to calm her but also myself. When she is still rigid in my arms, I tug her further up my body until we’re face to face. Sadness is in her eyes.

  “Hey, Willow, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything. Everything’s going to be okay,” I tell her as I brush the hair back away from her face.

  She bites her lip and nods her head at me, but she still doesn’t say anything. Even though I know exactly what I want, I still don’t know what she’s thinking. I could confess my love to her, but I’m afraid that might make it worse.

  I decide the best way to handle this is to show her.

  Leaning in, I kiss her lightly on the nose, then each cheek before moving to her mouth. She opens to me hesitantly, but it doesn’t sway me. I’m determined to show her how I feel.

  I keep kissing her, parting her lips with my tongue. When she moans and grants me entry, I hold nothing back. I devour her mouth with mine and bury my hands into her thick hair, pulling her toward me.

  I slide her across my body until she’s on top of me, straddling my pelvis. She grinds her body against mine and I reach between us, sliding my fingers through her swollen, drenched slit. I fist my cock, ready for her, and she knows exactly what I want. She sits up and slides down until she’s impaling herself on my hard shaft. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are tightly closed, with pure satisfaction shining on her face. She’s never looked more beautiful.