Southern Riders (Scars Book 1)

by Robin Edwards

  The ride home is less entertaining than our previous journeys together. I’m a bit annoyed, and find myself barely holding onto him as he slowly makes his way to my townhouse. Instead of waiting for him as I usually do, I hop off the bike on my own, unstrap the helmet, and tuck it back into its holding place before turning towards my front door.

  His rough fingers clasp around my wrist before I can take one step, his strength bringing me swiftly into his chest. With one hand on each side of my face, he pulls me close, his lips crashing into mine before I can overthink it. I gasp in shock and he takes that opportunity to slide his velvet like tongue into my mouth, slowly exploring.

  Tilting my head, he moves me to best accommodate him, and I willingly go. His kiss is everything I’d hoped it would be, and I’m lost in the moment, lost in him. When he finally pulls away I miss him immediately, my body revving up, hungry for more of him. Lifting to the balls of my feet, I pull him in, and he smirks before kissing me again, this time even more aggressively.

  His hand is in my hair, massaging my scalp as his tongue dances with mine, our bodies growing closer as if we’re magnetic. The electricity is coursing through me, and I want to drag him inside and beg him to take me.

  “Okay,” he smiles before interlocking our fingers and walking me to the front door.

  My body is still excited, feeling a tease of the man I’ve dreamt about for weeks now. When he tries to make his exit after a swift kiss on the cheek, I tug at our still interlocked fingers, turning him around just as he did to me. Thinking I’ll have to tell him exactly what I want, because of his overly gentleman ways, I prepare myself for the awkward conversation. But to my surprise, he stalks to me, his eyes hooded and lust, his hands gripping me tightly.

  “Fuck it!” He growls before charging me, lifting me in the air as our lips crash together in a desperate passion, each of us gripping the other’s hair tightly.

  Stumbling with my keys, Daryl opens my door, kicking it shut behind him before heading up the stairs to my bedroom. His mouth is on my neck, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin as I moan in gratitude.

  Gently placing me on my bed, he stands over my panting body, looking down at me with hunger in his eyes. Throwing his jacket to the floor, he pulls his shirt over his head and I hear myself gasp at the sight of his washboard abs, and firm pectorals. Gosh, he’s even sexier without the uniform, but I can’t help but notice the scare on his chest, dark circles, almost in a pattern.

  “What’s this?” I reach up to touch his chest, but he just places his hand over mine and shakes his head.

  “Take this off,” he pulls at the spaghetti strap of my dress.

  Quickly, I pull my dress over my head, throwing it to the floor so that I’m left in nothing but a red lace pair of boy shorts. My hands drop to my breast just as Daryl crawls over me, first kissing my slowly, and then trailing kisses from my jawline to my neck before dropping to my breasts to tease each of my razor-sharp nipples.

  My body is craving him, it’s been so long since I felt a man, and even longer since I wanted anyone as much as I want this. My panties are drenched by the time he licks circles around my navel before kissing slowly over the lace, his fingers gently pulling them down my legs.

  Dropping to his knees, he spreads my legs with his blistered hands and begins kissing my sex like he did my mouth, his lips and tongue bringing me to life. Arching my back, I shamelessly push my pussy into him, begging for more as he works me over with that masterful tongue.

  “Yes!” I moan as he splits my pussy lips with his tongue, exposing my engorged clitoris before gently sucking my most sensitive spot until an orgasm pours out of me, rattling me to my core.

  Rising to his feet, he unbuckles his pants with his eyes trained on me, gripping his hard cock through his boxers while kicking his jeans away. His abs flex as he pulls his boxers down, standing before me naked, his manhood standing eagerly at attention. His member is long and thick, his head glistening, and I inch to the edge of the bed, dying to taste him.

  Taking the flat of my tongue down the large vein of his shaft, I feel him harden beneath my tongue. Daryl bites back a groan as I take him as far as I can, working the base of his length with my hand as I bop back and forth, gently sucking the head of his cock.

  “Fuck,” he sighs as I suck him off. Sounds of his pleasure only turns me on more.

  Moving his feet further, I notice him shifting his weight from one foot to the next and know he’s struggling to maintain control as I drive him to climax. His hips rock desperately, shoving his growing erection further and further down my throat.

  Just when I see his balls draw up, his orgasm impending, he pulls my hair as his hips shift backwards, and his throbbing manhood falls from my mouth. Glancing up, I notice an intense glare in his eyes, which are darker than usual, his eyelids heavy with desire.

  Without a word, he climbs over me and my legs instantly, eagerly, spread for him, dropping to my side as he positions himself above me, balancing his weight on his elbows. My chest is heaving with anticipation as he lines his length up to my opening.

  “Are you sure you want this?” He asks in a tone different from his usual soft-spoken voice. He’s in control and he knows it, my body is craving him.

  “Yes,” I breathe my answer as the air catches in my throat.

  Leaning down, Daryl kisses me so gently, our tongues barely graze each other as he lowers his body, seeping into me so gracefully. I gasp and moan into his mouth and he swallows my pleasure while digging into me at the perfect angle.

  Wrapping my legs around his midsection, I rock with him, our bodies moving as one while I grip on to him with every limb. The build up was undoubtedly worth the wait, and I feel the vibrations building in my belly before he’s even caught his stride.

  With my hands wrapped around his back, I can feel the muscles flex as his upper body moves in a wave like motion, dipping as he enters me before reversing as he slides out of my creaming sex.

  “Oh God,” I moan, the sensations rushing through me as my heart races with excitement.

  “You feel amazing, baby,” he groans in my ear, his face buried in my neck while his hips thrust forward, surging his hard length into me so deliciously.

  “Yes! Daryl! Oh, baby, right there!” I gasp as he hits my g-spot over and over, my body climbing rapidly as my pleasure begins to overflow.

  “Oh, fuck! Jessie! Baby,” He growls so lowly I doubt I would have heard him if his mouth wasn’t so close to my ear.

  Hearing his own pleasure is what drives me over the edge, my climax hitting me like a ton of bricks as I cry his name, an Earth shattering orgasm ripping through me. My muscles tense as I clench his cock, my pussy desperate for the pressure.

  “I got you, baby. Give it all to me,” he groans in my ear, his hips still rocking forward, his pace even faster and rougher than before.

  “Daryl! Yes!” I cry, his sudden intensity only extends my release, but I know he’s now after his own climax.

  His hips are bucking as he slams into me, desperate for his explosion. My legs spread further to make room for his reckless thrusts, his movements are so animalistic as his body chases a release with an extreme vigor.

  “Ungh,” he moans, it’s almost a whine, so weak and vulnerable as his hips slow before he stills inside of me.

  “Oh, Jessie, baby… Jessie…” He groans as his cock twitches and spasms inside of me. My legs fall to my side as his thick, warm semen begins to slide out of me.

  Raising above me, Daryl looks a bit dazed as his eyes come back into focus, the gray clearing after the lust cloud passes. Slowly, he leans and kisses me softly, our lips barely touching before he raises and then kisses me again, and again.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and I feel myself blush like a teenager.

  Daryl has always given me typical compliments – he likes my dress, or my hair looks nice in the wind, but nothing compares to the sinceri
ty in his voice right now, especially considering that I’m lying before him naked, and he’s still inside of me.

  Everything about him is so intimate, almost sacred, so I’m not at all shocked that our first sexual experience is so special. I feel like we’ve just taken so a huge step forward, and a part of me is relieved, fearing that this would be where we found our lack of chemistry, but if this is any indication, we fit perfectly together in the bedroom.

  “Do you want to stay the night?” I ask nervously, hoping to extend our moment together.

  “Can I?” His eyebrows raise as his lips curl upwards in an innocent smirk.

  “Of course,” I answer, leaning up to kiss him.

  Moving to lie beside me, he spoons me from behind, draping his arm over my side as we snuggle our damp bodies. I’m grateful for the position, because without him seeing my face, I’m able to beam with joy as I daydream what this could mean for us. Daryl is everything I want in a man – he’s kind, considerate, handsome, tall, handy, and hung.

  More importantly, I feel like we went about this in the best way possible. We started as friends and have built such a strong foundation to begin a relationship before complicating things with sex. Although I wanted to, I’m very happy that we didn’t rush into the sexual part of our relationship.

  As my eyelids grown heavy, I a soft smile covers my face as I drift into sleep feeling like I’ve finally gotten what I deserve, and for the first time I’m one hundred percent sure that this fresh start was everything I needed.

  Chapter Twelve

  DARYL

  I usually have to sneak glances at Jessie while we’re out, but watching her sleep gives me the perfect opportunity to just stare in awe like I want to half of the time I’m with her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but she doesn’t seem impressed by her looks, and that makes her even more attractive to me.

  She’s sprawled out, her auburn hair shining in the morning sunlight as her think pink lips silently call me. Leaning down, I kiss her gently and her lips curl into a soft smile. My stomach sinks thinking that she might wake up, ending my uninhibited gazing, but instead she just sighs and continues sleeping like the angel she is.

  Never in a million years did I think I’d be so luck to have her, or that it would be as amazing as it was. After such a long build up, I guess I deserve it a bit, but that doesn’t take away from the incredible feeling racing through me.

  She’s a dream girl, and when she first walked into the shop I thought for sure she was out of my league. When she kept popping up, with that innocent blush every time she sees me, I knew she was interested.

  The way she acted last night, it seems I wasn’t the only one holding back, but I just didn’t ever want her to think I was showing her around or taking her places solely to get her in bed. Don’t get me wrong, I was interested in that, and thoroughly enjoyed it, but I genuinely like spending time with her and that was the only motivation for our time together.

  Laughter rumbles in my chest as I recall how aggressive she was, her tiny arms tugging at me when I went to leave. And to think, I was scolding myself mentally, forcing my body to walk away when I wanted to ravage her, all the while she wanted it too. Shaking my head, I smile at myself, I guess it all worked out in the end.

  The sun is just coming up, I don’t think I’ve been up this early since I graduated high school, but I barely slept last night, choosing to stare at Jessie instead. Careful not to wake her, I slide out of the bed and tip toe to her bathroom to drain the main vein.

  Afterwards, I find myself being nosey as I look through her medicine cabinet. She doesn’t have a ton of makeup stashed in her bathroom cabinets like most girls I’ve met. Everything about her is just minimal and clean, I really like that. Glancing around, I rack my brain for ways to do something special for her.

  The last thing I want is for her to wake up and regret everything that happened. She has to know that I still respect her and want to keep building our friendship. Hell, I want to be way more than her friend.

  Glancing at the clock I notice the bakery has just opened, and she’s not far from it, so I quietly dress so I can sneak out and return before she wakes. I can tell she’s still in a deep sleep, so this shouldn’t be too hard.

  Hoping not to wake her, I roll my bike three houses down the street before I start the engine. I have to laugh at the care I’m taking. You’d think I was robbing a bank, but I want it to be special, so a little extra attention is worth it.

  With the wind at my back, it feels like the start to a great day as I cruise down the street. My chest is clear, and the deep breaths of fresh air feel relaxing and exhilarating at the same time. There’s a strange urge in my stomach, like I’m finally getting the fresh start I’ve always wanted, a chance at a new life.

  Jessie is so different from everything and everyone in Danville, she’s my special glimpse into something larger. Although I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life, I’m sure I don’t want losing her to be one of them. No, I have to do this right, and be sure not to muck it up like I’ve done so many other things.

  “Hey, Daryl!” Mrs. Caldwell sings as I walk through the door to the bakery. She used to bake my birthday cake every single year when I was a child. Her twin sons were just a year younger than me, and we were close despite Caleb bullying them in high school.

  “Good Morning, Mrs. Caldwell,” I smile, waving at the two older men at the counter having coffee. I know I’ve seen them around, but I can’t place their faces, so I don’t go over to make conversation.

  “What can I get you this morning?” She asks cheerfully and I wonder how someone could be so happy this early in the morning.

  “Let me see…” I fade out as I look at all the baked goods in her glass case. Maybe I’m hungry, because everything looks so good. I choose a few raspberry Danishes, two blueberry muffins, and a couple of glazed donuts, since I’m not sure which Jessie prefers. I know she’s not the type of girl to be on a diet, refusing to eat something, so she won’t mind options.

  “Thanks so much! I’ll see you later, your grandma is taking me to bingo!” She smiles excitedly as she gives me my change. My grandma taking her to bingo means I’ll be picking her up and dropping them both off at the church. I smile and thank her before returning to my bike, feeling very domesticated as I carefully places the box of treats in my console.

  Trying not to race back to Jessie’s so as to not mess up the baked goods, I take the long route, which is laced with traffic lights and stop signs that’ll force me to slow down. Glancing over at a red light, I notice the garden department outside of the grocery store, and think to stop and buy Jessie fresh flowers.

  I can’t believe I’m really thinking of any and everything I can do for this girl, but it feels good and I knew the smile on her face when she wakes up will be worth it. Pulling to a stop, I hop off my bike and immediately go towards the sunflowers. I’m not sure why, but they just seem perfect for Jessie. Maybe because she’s got the yellow house, I don’t know.

  Walking inside the grocery store to pay for the flowers, I think to pick up orange juice, and realize I might just be going overboard. I’d rather have too much for her than not enough, so I head to the back of the store, grabbing a bottle of Simply Orange Juice before returning to the checkout at the front of the store.

  I’ve just received my change when the front door swings open and my brother walks in. My heart sinks at the sight of him, I can tell he hasn’t slept, his eyes are red and his jaw is tight. Something is definitely wrong, but now isn’t the time to handle it, so I try to look away, hoping he’ll head to the back, allowing me to slip out undetected.

  “Daryl?” I hear his voice, exhaustion evident in his tone.

  Turning, I feign surprise as I take him in, forcing a half smile as I walk in his direction.

  “What’s up?” I try to sound casual as I greet him.

  “I was gonna ask you the same thing. I don’t th
ink I’ve ever seen you up this early,” he furrows his eyebrows suspiciously.

  “I don’t usually see you this early either,” I challenge.

  “Oh, I just haven’t been to bed yet. Technically, this is a late night,” he jokes and we both chuckle as I look towards the front door, trying to signal my need to leave.

  “You heading to the shop?” He asks, looking me up and down.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there today,” I answer a bit ambiguously, not revealing that I’m not heading there now.

  “Oh, okay…” He nods his head. I can see the wheels in his mind turning, and know it’s best I make my way out before he arrives at his conclusion.

  “Alright, I’ll see you later,” I slap his should and make my way to the door.

  “Oh, Daryl!” The cashier chases after me just as my hand touches the handle. “You forgot these!” She yells after me, holding the sunflowers in her hand.

  “I can feel Caleb’s clear even though I can’t see him. My shoulders sink knowing what’s to come, but I’m not ready to face him, so I just take the flowers and walk out the door as if nothing is wrong.

  “Are you serious?” I hear his dry tone behind me. I know his face is contorted in disgust before I even turn to face him.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, already exhausted by his dramatics.

  “You’re up at the butt crack of dawn to get some flowers for that bitch?” He sneers.

  “Don’t call her that,” I warn him sternly, and his eyes fly open like I’ve disrespected him.

  “Daryl, you’re my little brother! I’ve taken care of you your whole life! Don’t get funny over some chick you met two days ago,” he glares at me, taking a step forward to close the gap between us.

  “I’m not getting funny, Caleb. I’m just saying she’s not a bitch, so don’t call her one.” I state flatly, trying to strip the emotion from my voice.

  “Fine. But you know she’s against me,” he says in that passive aggressive tone he loves so much. He’s baiting me to ask him how she’s against him, but I won’t. Forcing him to finish his statement, I stare on in complete silence.