Page 78 of Healing Souls

“Yes, you can. Don’t think about how there are three of us. I promise you, that doesn’t matter now, and it never will. I swear it.” His hand on the back of my neck tightens. “Find it, Harley.”

I lock eyes with his dark, commanding gaze. “I don’t have to find it,” I murmur. “It’s there. It’s been there since I met you guys. It’s this pull towards you. The way you all make me feel safe and like I can be vulnerable and show you me. All of me. I’m just still working on the trust.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Ryker growls as he crashes his lips against mine.

A small gasp slips out when he pushes his body harder against mine, pinning me between him and the wall. I can feel his cock grow hard against me. I run my hands up his arms that are encased in his leather jacket. My fingers move to the back of his neck and into his hair as he groans against my mouth.

I can feel myself soaking my panties the longer he devours me. I push forward against him, trying to find friction, but fail. Ryker’s hands slide down my sides to my hips and lift me up.

Releasing my mouth, he says, “Wrap your legs around me.”

My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he kisses my nose, my cheek, my chin, and works further down to my neck. He sucks on my skin and then bites down gently.

A moan slips out from between my parted lips, and I grind against him. I know my face is on fire with embarrassment at realizing what I just did. I try to pull away a little, but Ryker grips my ass in his hands and squeezes before helping me grind against him.

“Use me, Harley. Get yourself off,” he says huskily as his lips work their way back up to my mouth.

His tongue pushes in between my lips commanding me to follow his lead. I willingly let him take control as he helps me grind against him, his cock rock-hard between us. I know I have soaked through my panties and my leggings by now, but as I grind my core against him, heat ripples under my skin. This intense need for him seems to awaken.

I push harder against him and grip his shoulders. My mouth pulls away from his as I let out another moan. Ryker keeps one hand on my ass and moves the other up to grip my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“You looks so fucking gorgeous flushed and ready to cum just for me. Let me see you cum, Harley. Show me how fucking perfectly naughty you are.”

My eyes fall shut as I fall over the edge. A bliss like I have never felt before takes over my body as I slump in Ryker’s arms. My legs are shaking slightly as he holds me against the wall. After a few moments, I feel his lips brush against my forehead, and he lowers me to my feet.

He doesn’t go until he sees that I am steady. I glance down and then quickly shoot my eyes back up to him, finding a smirk on his very satisfied face.

“Um—what about you?” I whisper, unsure of what I even want him to say or do.

“This was for you, not me, babe. I’ll take care of this later.” He winks and lets out a chuckle when my face flames.

Reality slowly sinks in, while my mind seems to turn back on from whatever that was—Ryker bliss or some shit. “Wait, what did you need to tell me?” I furrow my brows.

Ryker takes a step back and sighs. “Right. You were distracting.”

I raise a brow at him. “Me?”

“Yes, you, and your perfect fucking body that looks so fucking good using me to cum.” Slowly and seductively, his gaze slides down my body before moving back up to my eyes.

I can’t help but squirm under his attention. Clearing my throat, I hiss, “Ryker.”

His cocky smirk stays in place for a second longer before he nods and drops it. “Right. So, I don’t think we should go into all the details now. I think we all need to sit down and talk about them together, but we know things about Tammy and Richard that we don’t think you know. That and… Harley, I need you to swear to me you won’t do anything rash or tell them that you know this,” Ryker demands.

The sudden change in tone and seriousness sets me on edge, but I nod. “I swear.” I will take any and all information he’ll give me. Especially if it’s about them.

“Since Cayden, Grayson, and I are not eighteen, we can't be full club members yet. Which means that technically we can’t know anything that is going on that is considered club business. But since we are partially involved in all of this and care about you, Rage is letting us in on what is going on with them. But—”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before continuing. “But…” he says again and then hesitates.

The hairs on the back of my neck raise, and I take a step forward. “But what, Ryker?” I seethe quietly as my mind starts running in a million different directions.

Are they involved? What do they know? Did Gabriel do something? Say something? I exhale and glare at Ryker, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Spit it out Ryker,” I demand.

Dropping his hand from his hair, he shakes his head. “It’s nothing serious. We just know more about things with the Wilsons. We should talk about this later, maybe after school with Cayden and Grayson.”

He starts to walk back around the building, but I quickly wrap my fingers around his wrist and yank him back. “No, what the fuck just happened? You were going to tell me something, and it wasn't just that you had more information.”

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