Page 140 of Dirty Salvation

"Home."

"I thought we were staying here tonight, Is the lockdown over?" Rider inhaled hard, was it too much to ask for her to follow him blindly without being interrogated. Dammit, he was the president, and as his girl, she was supposed to worship him like a Greek god. His blue eyes darkened as he turned to face her. Patience, not his strongest suit. Her face so soft and lovely and free of any makeup gazing up at him without anything other than confusion.

She was right, hehadsaid they were at the club tonight. Ever since Tiny was killed he'd been jumpy as a stray dog, knowing well enough it was the first but not the last message to be delivered in a brutal way, the message clearly saying Hades could get to his people any time he wanted. Plus, now Rider was overly cautious because Zara was in the middle of the danger. Nothing would hurt his girl again.

His accent slipped back into his natural Texan when he was tired, his voice drawled with his answer.

"I want home and I want you, Zara. You're with the president, means you're safe. Come on, let’s ride." Maybe it was how he said it, she smiled up at him, nodded and threaded her fingers through his giving them a little squeeze.

"Sure, Rider. Let's go home, let me grab my things really quick, I left it in the office, and say my goodbyes, you need a coat, too, it's cold out. Wait by the door for me."

Thank fuck.He was motoring by on little energy, getting into a needless spat with his old lady was not high on his list. Passing the time while he waited for her to grab her shit, he leaned his shoulder in the doorway, watched the rain fall in soaked sheets, no word from Grinder yet on if he'd established any news about Hades. It wasn't looking good. Rider didn't like that, the sooner that irritant was out of the picture the better for everyone, his girl and club included.

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Something was eating at Rider. He was quiet, so much quieter than her usual smartass wise-cracking man. Sure, the funeral had laid a morose mood on everyone, but then they'd held a party in Tiny's honor, more like an orgy,my god, Zara had stayed out of the way, but it had seemed to lift everyone's spirits. Rider, however, was gloomy and she didn't know why. She'd clung to his waist on the ride home, he'd laid a palm over her locked fingers every now and then reassuring her, keeping them connected, she smiled against his spine breathing him in, she loved being on the back of his bike behind him, a powerful man in complete control of the powerful purring beast beneath them. When they'd pulled into the driveway Rider waited until she'd climbed down off his Harley before throwing his leg off and standing at his staggering height, setting his bike right there. Holding her hand up the pathway towards the door, still, he didn't speak. She gave him long sideways glances, gnawing at her lip.

"I can make some food. Pasta would be quick, you hardly ate a thing today Rider." Maybe after that, they could watch a movie, get back into a regular routine.

He gave a noncommittal grunt.

They stepped into the dark house, he clipped on a hall light. She'd make him pasta and insist her got a good night's sleep if only so he could-----omph. Out of nowhere, he'd kicked the door shut, rounded on Zara and bodily lifted her under the armpits, throwing her up against the wall using his entire hard body to keep her there. What choice did she have but to wrap her limbs around that long lean body and consent to her mouth being swept open, to accept the slide of his tongue, seducing his taste into her mouth until she was consumed in their shared blistering kiss.

Hearing him emit that husky, breathless sound and accepting that he’d rushed her home because this was so a sex thing, Zara, clung to his wide shoulders, kissing him back just as ferociously.

She knew how he liked it. Alotof tongue.

Lust twisted her insides, filling her every breathe with him, he was such a tireless lover when he got going.

They hadn’t even taken off coats and here they were making out like horny teens in the hallway, his mouth owning hers, hips pumping together causing delicious friction.

On the opposite wall to where Zara was suspended like aged wagyu beef, stood the entryway table, with its carved wooden legs and two drawers that held little odds and bits with no proper home they all got shoved into those drawers, it was usually where they dropped the house keys on entry, she'd thought to place a vase of something pretty on top one of these days, she'd always loved seasonal décor. Above it was a large mirror showing their images, decor was far from her mind as her neck arched, head cracking against the wall as Rider's hot mouth scraped down her throat with savage obsessive kisses, it was an animalistic frenzy, his grunts reached deep inside and melted her into liquid, her eyes flipped open and stared at their reflection.

Not only were his sounds savage and needful, his hands raked down her sides grasping her even tighter into him, his head burrowed to the side of her neck dragging wet starved kisses, dry humping her madly, her pussy had its own heartbeat of want, his hands everywhere all at once, overwhelming her in the sexual power that was all Rider.

It was possibly the sexiest caress of her entire life, and it wasn’t even skin-to-skin. The man undid her with the simplest of things. A kiss here, a smile there and she became a puddle on the floor.

She moaned and undulated, his driving tongue kissing down to her spleen. She sucked and pulled him into her mouth.

Maybe the pasta could wait. Her libido couldn't. She helped him drag her coat off dumping it on the floor. The hard bulge poking her belly dictated they rush.

"Want you, Icy."

"I'm right here." starved of oxygen she spoke against his rough lips, his beard grazing her skin.

"Needyou now."

Those words. He had no idea how they affected her, how they chased the ghosts from her heart and replaced them with light and love. She’d give him anything.

"Take me then, Rider. Take me how you need to take me, don't hold back. I want you just as badly as you want me." With her hands shoved hard into his hair she pulled back and did some of her own attacking, their kiss this time was feral, moans clashed the same way their tongues did, Rider was practically eating her with sensuality, drowning her in it, so close to an orgasm she just wanted out of her clothes already, for him to fuck her as wild as he was possessing her lips.

The sight of them wrapped around each other hit her hard, it was a wild press of heat deep in her breastbone, burrowing into her heart, the want of him clawing at her. She saw how her eyes were glazed looking back at herself, consumed with lust, she was making her own noises of encouragement, garbling his name in gasping pants while her blood, warm and fizzy boiled in her veins.

Hedid this to her.

Three seconds was all it had taken for her to catch up to his level of demand, to match it as she fisted his hair pulling him back and then did her own attacking of his mouth, tongues slicked wetly together.

It wasn't the prettiest of kisses but it was the hottest. A kiss that started as one thing and morphed into something new, something real and dark and wanton. A kiss that could addict her in seconds. No one tasted like Rider did, he was spice and danger.

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