Page 25 of Riding Bare

“Morning.”

I grunt, deciding that I have time. Not a lot of it, but I have some. Shifting my face close to hers, I grip a handful of her hair and slam my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. My fingers flex in her hair, tugging it back slightly.

When I break the kiss, my lips find her jaw, and I move down her throat, tugging her head back even more. I curl the fingers of my other hand around her tit, my thumb sliding across her nipple, which causes her body to jerk.

Smiling against her flesh, I groan. She trembles beneath my touch, and I slide my thumb across her nipple again. Then I feel her fingers touch my shoulder. She shoves me slightly, twice. I roll onto my back, releasing my grasp on her hair.

She climbs on top of me, straddling me as she places her palms against my chest. She dips her chin. I watch as her hair falls down around her face like a curtain. Her gaze meets mine, and then she smiles.

So fucking beautiful. I grip her breasts, curling my fingers and holding on to her there. She trembles, her body practically quaking at my touch. Sitting up, I rest my back against the headboard. I need to be able to feel more of her. All of her. I need her.

“Amos,” she breathes.

I hum, my gaze flicking down to her tits. I play with her nipples, focusing on them intently. Chassis’s head falls back, her hair skimming my thighs. I pinch one of her nipples, then release it before I slip my hand between her legs.

Using my thumb, I draw circles against her clit, unsure of where to look. I want to see it all, every inch of her. I circle her clit, watching as her hips begin to move, begging me for more. She can have it, but only when she’s bouncing on my goddamn cock.

“You need to fuck me, Skel.”

She trembles, and before I know what’s happening, she wraps her fingers around the base of my dick, aligns herself, and then she sinks down along my length.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

When she begins to rock her hips, I swear to fuck I see stars. I slip my hand between us again, and my thumb finds her clit. I don’t move it. I don’t need to. Chassis is doing enough moving. I apply the pressure, and she uses it to her advantage.

I could come just watching her work my cock. The way she moves is fucking mesmerizing. Her tits sway, and her chest rises and falls with heavy pants as she works me. I can tell she’s climbing higher and higher, crawling her way toward the edge.

When she comes, it’s like something else inside me ignites.

She’s mine, but it’s more.

She’s not mine just because she’s a great fuck.

She’s mine because every part of me wants to protect this—her… her softness, her sweetness. And I never want her to look at me any other way than the way she is right now. Also, if she looked at anyone else this way, I would fucking gut them.

I didn’t think love at first sight could exist, especially at my age, but fuck me, does this woman seem to prove me wrong every goddamn step of the way.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

DARE

Watching the door to the clubhouse open, I stand with Chassis at my side as they begin to file into the room. As much as I want to turn them all away and not have Chassis here to greet them, I decide against it.

This is her family, and I’m not going to alienate any of them. I respect Chassis and Cake far too much for that, even if I want to keep her for myself and only myself.

Cake walks in first, followed by Chassis’s brothers: Piston, Gauge, and Clutch. Some other officers make their way in as well, but my focus is on the four men who are blood-related to my wife.

Cake doesn’t hesitate. He makes his way directly to Chassis. Without a word, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her in for a big hug. He presses his mouth against the side of her ear and murmurs something that I don’t quite catch. Piston, Gauge, and Clutch take turns shaking my hand.

Chassis steps back from her father’s embrace to take her place next to me again. “The gang’s all here,” I mutter, chuckling.

“It sure is, and it looks like you’ve been taking good care of my girl here,” he says.

I don’t miss the snort Chassis lets out, which makes my lips twitch into a smirk. As much as I want to stand here and shoot the shit, I can’t. We need to get this meeting over and done with, come up with a solid fucking plan, and then move forward.

One thing I do know is that we cannot piss the Russians off. Rustik is reasonable, but the last thing I want to do is get into it with him. He’s got us by the balls to a degree. Right now, he’s paying our bills and giving us the contacts we need to better our situation here without having to find a way into a different industry.