Page 137 of Dirty Salvation

A lot of RS members from different chapters began arriving a few hours later, none of whom she knew. Rider held a ton of meetings behind closed doors, they'd emerge with serious faces, her gaze all about Rider looking for signs as to what was going to happen.

He truly was in his domain as the president, the others revered him, trusted him, would die for him.

He’d left his hair down when they’d woke, so now he looked magnificent, masculine, she'd yanked it so hard when he’d made slow love to her, so tender she wanted to cry afterward. Death was a killer, literally, but to those left behind it felt as though every scrap of life had to be savored, she understood Rider needing to feel as close to her as he could, when he’d pumped his climax into her, she’d held him tightly, felt the shudders take him, his starved groan of her name was her own catalyst. No one knew when their ticket was punched, a death so close brought to light how precious time was. And god, she would enjoy every moment with him and pray he kept himself safe for her because if anything happened to Rider, a sharp jolt to her heart.

Slipping unnoticed through the crowd, she smiled across to Uncle Jed before sidling up to Rider’s hip, his hair brushed his shoulder, she touched the ends lightly. His jaw was tight, mouth pulled into a thin line, tanned arms crossed against his chest. He was surveying his kingdom. "Everything okay, Rider, can I get you anything?"

“No. I’m good, baby.” his arm came around her shoulder, pulling her tighter into his ribs, a place she found she fit perfectly. “Did you eat yet?”

“I will soon. There’s a lot of new faces around,” she noted absently. A few were looking their way, observing the president with the new girl. Were they wondering what the fuck Rider was doing with someone like her? Becausesame.But whatever, she was here and he was hers.

“Yeah, few out of towners passing through wanted to pay their respects. Everyone feels it when one of our own falls. I had word from the presidents of the other chapters.”

“I’ll miss Tiny. He was nice to me.” speaking of tall, unwashed and hostile and definitely notniceto her, Hawk slunk by, giving Zara the evil eyes and a grunt for Rider. That man was beginning to piss her off. What, washein love with Rider and so damn jealous she was in the bosses bed for fuck's sake? His unwarranted surliness was beginning to grind on her last nerve.

“What’s his issue with me?” Rider cast a look in Hawk’s direction, a speculative tightness to his jaw but didn’t speak right away, like he knew the answer but decided against sharing. “Did I do something wrong, step on his pet scorpion, pee in his coffee?”

Rider snorted and she loved that noise. She wound her arms tighter around his middle, saw evil-daggers and false lashes glaring at her from across the room, two of the groupies had come in with the stragglers and didn’t seem like they were going anywhere anytime soon.Whatever. Let them look. Zara wasn’t ashamed of being with Rider, nor would she hide it if bitches were jealous.

“It’s not you, Icy. Hawk is… it’s just not you, he’ll come around, he’s only used to the club groupies hanging around, he’s never seen someone so fuckin’ beautiful as you before.” His voice smiled and she ducked her head embarrassed, elbowing his ribs.

“Oh, shut the hell up. You don’t have to tell me, but if he glares at me again I’m going to punch him.”

“Are you now?” Hot blue eyes pierced her, she felt that heated look in places that were already sore and tender from his lovemaking earlier. “Might wanna see that. My Icy girl takin’ my VP down a peg or two. Fuck, that’s sexy.” Rider growled and nuzzled his face to her temple.

With Zara, barely in the five foots, and Rider way over six feet tall, they probably looked ridiculous next to each other. A hobbit leaning into a skyscraper, but her biker man made it work, his ribcage cushioning her perfectly.

Any second now he was going to notice how she loved his teasing, his attention. An addict didn’t always need drugs, for Zara a smile from a bad biker did it for her every single time.

“Yes, I am. And if he glares after that I’ll punch him again and his damn scorpion, too.” She was more than half sure she’d actually do it. After all, Hawk the scariest thing she’d seen in recent weeks, there was legroom to back out of her threat if he snarled at her.

“Damn, woman. Where did this tough little shit come from? Might wanna see her in my bed later.”

Heat blossomed between her legs leaving behind that flash of lust in a terribly vicious pulsing way. She craned her neck back to look up into those molten eyes burning down at her with sexual longing right there for her to see.

God. What a drug he was.

“Wasn’t she there earlier when you woke me from a sound sleep because you just couldn’t wait another minute? That’s what you said. Made me miss two more hours of sleep, cruel man.”

“Mmm, that was my sweet Icy who let me do the nasty to her, got her good and crazy didn’t I? But now I want this tough as shit Icy in my bed.”

“Rider...” her cheeks reddened, she zipped her gaze around to make sure no one else was eavesdropping.

“Mean it, baby.”

“Your sexual advances are noted but going to have to wait. You need to eat something, don’t be telling me no. What can I bring you?” She had a need to do something, anything to help this man, to alleviate the anger and grief.

“Sweet girl.” Rider dropped his head, bracketing her in his hair, and kissed her lips. ”I’ll take a sandwich, have to go talk to some people.”

Zara went to do that.

It took precisely fifteen minutes for a groupie to be plastered to Rider’s chest. Zara came to a dead stop over by the bar, a plate in hand carrying a super packed sub sandwich filled with beef, two type of cheeses and thick cut tomatoes with a pile of BBQ chips on the side, in her other hand, she’d grabbed a bottle of the root beer Rider liked.

Are you fucking kidding me? Right in front of me. I’m stood right here, bitch.

She was getting sick and tired of this bullshit. It was about to stop right now. Dropping the plate on the bar top she took a step and was stopped by Jed's voice.

"Girlie?" she flashed her annoyance at him. If the old man dares tell her this was the club and to turn a blind eye to that bitch rubbing her tits on Rideragainthen he had cotton between his fucking ears. Zara was a lot of things, non-confrontational being one of them, she'd heard those women a few times already call her nun behind her back like it was the biggest insult their ratchet hair could come up with. Please, she'd dealt with theRaging Rebelsboneheads, hadn’t she? a few bitchy women were a cake-walk. Now they were all about to see what the fucking nun could do.

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