I cupped her jaw with my hand and ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “What about sucking?” I asked, pushing my thumb in her mouth.
She licked my thumb, swirling her tongue around it, and sucked on it. “Fuck me, you are amazing,” I marveled, watching her eyes fill with desire.
I slid my hand down her body, gliding over her firm breasts, her nipples puckering at my light caress.
“I want you, Rigid,” she moaned, bucking her hips at me. My hand kept gliding down her body, grazing her curvy stomach and I cupped her mound, her panties soaked through from her need for me.
“Is this for me?” I asked, stroking her.
“Yes, I’m all yours,” she whimpered.
I tugged the band on her panties down, exposing her glistening mound. I parted her folds, my finger flicking her clit, making her body shiver. “So wet.” I growled.
“Stop teasing me, Rigid. I need you.”
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to say those words. There’s only one thing that could make them better.” I said, hoping she knew what I was talking about. I loved when she called me Ash. She had only been doing it for a short time, but I already knew it was something I wanted to hear all the time.
She leaned up, bracing herself on her elbows and whispered, “I need you, Ash.”
I crashed my lips down on hers, taking what was mine and what she was giving. I never imagined I would find a woman like Cyn. I was never letting her go.
“We have too many clothes on,” she mumbled against my lips.
I grabbed the bottom of her tee and ripped it over her head and tossed it on the floor. I cupped her tits, my thumbs flicking over her puckered nipples. She grabbed the waist band of my boxers and pulled them down, and grabbed my dick that was bobbing in between us. “Is this for me?” She taunted, throwing my words back at me.
“Only for you, beautiful.” I chuckled, loving how playful she was being with me.
She stroked my cock, my arms on either side of her head, holding me up to give her more room to play. “Why did you do this?” She asked as she ran her fingertips over my piercings.
“Honestly?’ I asked. She nodded her head and went back to stroking me. I took a calming breath, trying to get my dick under control. ‘I was young and stupid and heard it made sex for the girl unbelievable.”
“So you did this just for the girl?” She asked, not believing me, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Well, that and I thought it looked pretty bad ass,” I joked.
“You’re such an arrogant ass sometimes, you know that?” She said and burst out laughing.
I lowered my lips to hers, inches away and whispered, ‘You’re not supposed to laugh when my dick is in your hand. You might give me a complex.” I teased.
“A complex? Really, you?” She questioned as she laughed.
“Yeah. I think I know how you can fix it, though.”
“Oh yeah? How?” She asked.
“Flip over, get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, sliding off of her. I sat back on my haunches, waiting for her to follow my orders.
She looked me over, her eyes lingering on my raging hard on and rolled over to her stomach and got on her hands and knees. “I’ll deny this five minutes from now, but I love when you get all bossy on me,” she said, lifting her ass directly in front of me.
I ran my hands over her firm ass, loving the extra padding she had back there. Cyn was made for me. She was soft and curvy in all the right places.
My hands parted her ass, seeing the beautiful rose of her ass. “Have you ever been played with back here?” I asked as my finger tip circled her puckered hole.
“No,” she said as a shiver ran through her body.
“One day, I’m going to make this mine, too.”
“Rigid,” she moaned as I continued my exploration. I lightly probed her tight hole and another shutter racked through her body.
I moved my other hand down the crack of her ass and found her sweet, wet pussy. “I’m going to take this today,” I growled, her hips thrusting into my hand as I found her clit.
“You’re driving me crazy, Ash,” she whimpered, begging me for more with each thrust of her hips.
I held on to her hips and leaned down, swiping my tongue through her drenched pussy. She moaned out, making my dick even harder than it was. “You want to come on my tongue or my dick, baby?” I asked. I swiped my tongue through her wet pussy again, flicking her clit.
“Your dick. Please, I want your dick!” She called out.
I flicked her clit one more time and leaned back, lining my dick up with her sweet pussy. I thrusted all the way in, her pussy milking me. I reached around, finding her clit and stroked it.
“Ash,” she groaned as I moved in and out of her.
She tossed her head back, her hair cascading down her back. I grabbed her hair, bunching it up in my hand, and tugged on her hair. I slammed into her, loving the feel of her pussy squeezing my dick and her silky hair in my hand.
I pulled on her hair again, a groan of pleasure breaking free from her lips. “Harder,” she begged.
I tugged on her hair again and slammed my dick deep inside her. “Again!” She screamed.
Son of a bitch, I loved this woman. I thrust even harder, slamming into her and yanked on her hair. I held her head back as I pounded into her. I felt my balls tighten, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before I exploded inside of her.
I reached around and flicked her clit and she came, squeezing my dick with each tremor that rocked through her body. I plunged all the way in her and filled her with my cum.
Flicking her clit one more time, I wrung the last of her orgasm out of her and she collapsed onto the bed. I laid down next to her, my arms giving out.
“I think you broke me,” she mumbled into the pillow.
“Ditto, beautiful. I don’t think I have ever cum that hard in my life,” I confessed as I pulled her hair out of her face and set it off to the side.
I leaned over and placed a kiss on the side of her head. She cuddled closer to me, laying her head on my arm. “We need to do that again, but you know, like in a couple of hours.” She giggled.
“Agreed. I’m fucking starving right now,” I said, laying my head down.
“I don’t feel like cooking,’ she whined. ‘Call Meg and tell her to come over and cook for us,” she joked.
“We could head to the clubhouse. Mickey always makes a shit ton for breakfast and it passes for edible.” I suggested.
“Good idea, except then we have to put clothes on.”
“Yes, beautiful, you’ll need to put clothes and decent shoes on since we’ll take my bike.”
“Ugh, that all sounds good except for the whole getting up part.” She giggled, a grin spreading across her face.
“Up. You’ve got ten minutes to get your sexy ass dressed and out to my bike. I need to eat to keep up my stamina with you, baby,” I said as I slid out of bed and looked around for my boxers.
“Hmm, I like this show,” Cyn purred as she threw her arms behind her head, watching me pick up all our clothes.
I picked up my pants and a condom fell out of the pocket. “Son of a bitch. We didn’t use a condom yesterday or today. Shit,” I said, looking at Cyn.
“I’m on the pill. We should be fine. I know I’m clean and I assume you are, too,” she said calmly.
“I’m clean. I got checked a month ago. You’re on the pill?” I asked.
“Yeah, I got back on it that first checkup three weeks ago. I told the doctor I wasn’t sexually active, but he said it was a good idea to be on the pill just in case,” she explained.
“So, does that mean you could get pregnant again?” I asked, afraid to know the answer but also wanting to know.
“Yeah. The doctor didn’t see a reason why I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant again. Not that I’m going to try in the near future to get pregnant, but it’s nice to know when I decide to try to that it’s hopefully possible.” She divulged. I
could tell that she was extremely happy with that little bit of news.
“Good, beautiful,’ I said, pausing in my search for my boxers and leaned over her laying a kiss on her lips. ‘Now you’ve got eight minutes to get that sexy ass on my bike,” I teased, ducking as she threw her pillow at me.
“You’re an ass,” she pouted as she crawled out of bed. She grabbed her robe off the back of her desk chair and threw it on.
“You planning on riding on my bike is just your robe?” I teased.
She flipped me off and walked out the door towards the bathroom mumbling about cavemen and assholes.
I shook my head and continued my search for my boxers when I looked out her window and saw them hanging off the frame. I pulled them on and grabbed a clean shirt out of her dresser and pulled on my jeans I had worn last night. I was going to have to bring more clothes over if I planned on spending the night here more.
I pulled on my socks and boots and headed to the kitchen to make Cyn a cup of coffee I knew she was craving.
“Is that for me?” I heard her ask as I filled her cup, adding sugar and creamer.
I turned around, holding it out to her and looked her over. She had on a white tank top, faded blue jeans and the boots that I had bought her. She had her thick, black hair piled on top of her head and it made my fingers itch, wanting to tug out the tie and watch her hair cascade all around her.
I handed her the cup and shoved my hands in my pockets, trying to control myself. She held the cup up to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Oh my god that’s good,” she said after she took a sip.
“You have exactly three minutes to drink that and be on my bike,” I said, flipping the coffee machine off and headed to the front door.
“You’re not going to stay in here and talk to me?” She pouted.
“If I stay in here with you, beautiful, I’m going to do a whole lot more then watch you drink your coffee,” I replied as I walked out the door. I heard her quick intake of breath and knew she agreed.
I walked to my bike and threw my leg over her, waiting for Cyn. I looked up to the sky and knew things could only get better from here on. I had Cyn and nothing was going to change that. She was mine.
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Chapter 29
Cyn
“How come you took the short way here?” I asked as I swung my leg off Rigid’s bike and took my helmet off.
“Because, as much as I love having your sweet body wrapped around me, I’m fucking starving, beautiful,” Rigid said as he grabbed the helmet from me and hung it of the handlebars.
“Hmm, I see where I rank,” I teased. Rigid rolled his eyes and pulled me into a hug.
“Cyn! I didn’t know you guys were going to be here this morning,” Meg said as she walked out of the office, two cups of coffee in her hands. Gravel followed behind her gnawing on piece of bacon and a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Rigid and I were hungry but didn’t feel like cooking,” I explained as I grabbed a cup from her. I inhaled deeply, smelling the hazelnut creamer Meg always used. Yum.
“You going to finish up the Chevelle today?” Gravel asked Rigid.
“That’s the plan old man, you feel up to helping?” Rigid asked.
Meg tugged my hand and pulled me away from Rigid. “Over here,” she whispered, moving us a couple of feet away from Rigid and Gravel.
“What’s up?” I asked as I took a sip of coffee. Heavenly.
“So I assume you and Rigid are all good now?” She asked, digging for details.
“Yeah. We’re good,” I said, a goofy smile spreading across my face.
“Oh geeze, I know that look all too well. It’s always on my face whenever Lo is around.” Meg joked.
“What’s up with Troy, I haven’t seen him around lately except for a couple of glimpses of him at work?” I asked.
“Eh, he’s been pissy lately. That chick he was dating dumped him when he was up in Fall’s City those couple of weeks. I say good riddance, but he seems pretty bummed about it.”
“What was her name again?” I asked, unable to remember it.
“Not a clue. I never even met her. We need to find a chick to hook him up with. What do you say?” She asked.
“Meg, we’ve tried that like ten times before and each time they end in a disaster. I think we should just let Troy find his own girl,” I chided, remembering all the horrible dates we had set Troy up on.
“Humph, alright. I’ll listen to you for now.” Meg pouted, upset she couldn’t hook Troy up.
“Let’s go get-.’ I started, but was interrupted by screaming and yelling.
“Get down!” Rigid yelled. Just as the words left his mouth, gunfire went off. Meg and I dove to the ground, huddled together.
I heard three more shots and then squealing tires and a car taking off.
“Are you ok?” Meg and I said at the same time.
We both looked each other over making sure we were ok, when we heard someone yell, “Clear.”
I looked over to where Rigid and Gravel had been standing and saw Rigid, kneeling on the ground, covered in blood next to Gravel who was laid out on the ground.
“Rigid,” I screamed as Meg and I scrambled over to him. Rigid had his hands pressed firmly into Gravel’s shoulder, putting pressure on the bleeding.
“King! Call an ambulance,” Rigid ordered.
“Meg, go get a blanket or something to put over Gravel. He’s losing a lot of blood,” he said. Meg ran into the clubhouse the door slapping shut behind her.
“Are you ok, Gravel?” I asked as I kneeled next to his head.
“I’m fine. Just hurts like a son of a bitch,” Gravel grunted.
His eyes fluttered, threatening to close. “Stay with me, Gravel. The ambulance will be here in no time. I happen to know they have the good drugs on board,” I joked, trying to keep him awake.
“I’m gonna… need ‘em,” he groaned.
“Do you need me to do anything?” I asked Rigid.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. We need to keep him awake,” Rigid calmly ordered.
I gave Rigid a small smile and looked back at Gravel who had his eyes shut. “Hey, Gravel, no going to sleep on me. You need to get better so you and Gambler can play Rigid and I in a rematch of testical toss.”
Gravel opened his eyes and gave me a half smile. “Huh, we’ll whip your asses all over… again, girl. You might… want to practice before… you call out such a … crazy challenge.”
“We’ll see about that.” I laughed. I heard sirens in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief that they were close.
“Can you hold on for five more minutes?” I asked Gravel.
“Only if you show me your tits,” he teased while grimacing at me.
“Just because you’re bleeding all over me, old man, don’t mean I won’t punch your fucking lights out,” Rigid growled.
Gravel laughed but ended up coughing, jerking his hurt shoulder, causing more pain. “Son of a … bitch. This fucking … hurts,” he groaned out.
I looked up at Rigid, concerned about Gravel. He read my look and nodded his head, telling me it would be ok.
Looking up I saw the ambulance pull into the parking lot in a cloud of dust and flying gravel. The two paramedics burst out of the ambulance and started firing questions off to Rigid. Rigid answered them all calmly, telling the paramedics what happened and everything he could think of that would pertain to Gravel.
They loaded him up on the gurney and into the back of the ambulance. “Call Ethel,” Gravel shouted before the doors shut.
I looked to my left and saw King standing there with his arms wrapped around Meg. I was so focused on Gravel that I hadn’t even notice Meg and King come out of the office before. We all watched the ambulance drive away, Gravel hopefully ok in the back.
“Come here, beautiful,” Rigid said as he cradled my in his arms. I went willingly, needing to feel him in my arms.
It could have been Rigid in the back of the ambulance.
He was standing right next to Gravel when he had gotten shot.
“Who would want to hurt Gravel?” Meg asked.
“They weren’t aiming for Gravel,” King said.
“Then who the hell were they aiming for?” I asked, confused.
“Me,” Rigid replied, quietly. My body went rock solid by that one word.
“Why you? Who the hell were they?” Meg demanded to know.
“The Assassins. Payback for what we did to Nick,” King explained.
“No, Nick’s death is on me, and no one else in this club. I told you that before we left the hotel. All of this is on me,” Rigid snarled.
“You think the Assassins care about who gave the final blow? They know it was Devil’s Knights and now they are out for blood. They don’t care who’s they spill as long as it’s a Knight.’ King barked. ‘Church in an hour. Crowbar and Hammer, you follow the ambulance. Someone stays at Gravel’s door at all times. I’ll be up after church,’ King commanded and herded Meg into the clubhouse as she shot question after question at him.
“I… I’m scared,” I stuttered, my arms tightening around Rigid. The events of what just happened sinking in.
“Come on,” Rigid said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the clubhouse. As we were walking in the door, I saw two police cars pull up and wondered if anyone was going to get into trouble.
“Do we have to talk to them?” I asked, tipping my head at the two police cruisers.
“We will, first I want to change and make sure you are ok,” Rigid said, tugging me in the door and down the hallway to his room.
He pulled his set of keys out of his pocket and opened the door. I stepped inside and he shut the door behind us.
He pulled his bloody shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner. He pulled a clean one out of his dresser and tugged it over his head. “Sit down,” he ordered, as he walked into to an open door and flipped in the light. I saw it was a bathroom before he shut the door behind him.
I sat down on the bed, looking down at my hands that were shaking. I heard the bathroom door click open and I jumped. Son of a bitch.
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