Page 143 of Dirty Salvation

She smiled to herself, holding his arm. "Yes, Rider. I'm good with that."

She felt his smile against the side of her neck. "Good, Icy. Sleep now."

And they did. Even though she wanted to move back against him, to arouse him further by brushing her backside on his hardness, to hear his excitement when he growled and inevitably took her like a rutting bull, but she wanted something more than sex from him, this right here, the warm safety listening to his rhythmic breathing, as her eyes drifted closed in the warm cocoon of Rider’s body heat, as sleep pulled her under, it felt like contentment and happiness.

So, they slept tangled together with the promise of her big bad biker man and lust to come.

And then he woke her a few hours later with lazy unhurried drugging kisses, and they had orgasms for breakfast.

When Zara descended the stairs sometime later after yet another leisurely nap, bare feet quiet as a mouse, she noticed the house hummed with those quiet morning sounds she hadn't heard in forever, she stopped on the last step, hand curved around the newel post, listening; a radio murmuring down the hall of the weather report, calling for snow, it said, and she took a moment to smile and hoped there was snow again sometime soon, then there was the rush of water through the pipes as she heard a faucet turn on for a rapid second, low notes of voices soon after. There was an untouchable warmth in the air, it felt, dare she admit ... comfortable, welcoming. So much had happened in three days she felt guilty for enjoying the quiet.

Bikers were in the kitchen.

Four of them around the small pine oval table. They looked ridiculous sat hunched, it was too small for big men, but somehow, they looked at home in Rider's house. Zara paused in the doorway, regretting not putting on long PJ pants. The shorts clung to her upper thighs and butt. She had okay thighs, she thought, presentably shaven legs, too skinny, according to Rider, but she hadn't prepared for them to be on display so early in the morning with a bunch of his men. She considered backing out before they saw her.

Too late.

Rider's head reared up, sensing her there. She watched his eyes flash heat before his eyelids drooped sexily to half-mast, and then his smile grew ever so slowly. It was in his smile; the bond of two people who shared a similar energy that flowed between them. It almost knocked her off her feet.

It brought a stain of pink to her cheeks as she smiled in return.

Three other faces joined in on the looking.

"Good morning, gentlemen." she said softly. Gruffmorning'sreplied. The lure of coffee was too much to ignore; she couldn't function without at least half a pot of caffeine in her bloodstream. She'd read once that coffee was the blood your body really needed, and she agreed not wanting to take the chance of missing her coffee boost first thing on … well not quite morning, their sex had passed the early hours away but it wasn't worth the risk of skipping this step altogether. Zara was no heathen.

Shuffling to the gurgling pot, she crowded it waiting for it to be finished brewing so it could spit out the brown elixir she adored.Come on. She wanted to escape back to her room. Feeling all sets of eyes on her. They had been talking and stopped rapidly when she entered, telling her she'd interrupted them.

"I won't be a minute, just let me grab a coffee and I'll leave you boys to it."

"No need to rush off, girlie. Rider was 'bout to kick us out anyway."

"Did you offer your boys food, Ambrosio?" lifting the white mug to her mouth, Zara went through her ritual of sniffing her coffee first, before taking the first glorious sip, quickly followed by a second.Oh, heaven.

Rider snorted. "Ain’t running a soup kitchen. They came with club business not to fill their bellies."

"He didn't! Here we are starving, Z-girl." protested Grinder at the same time, sending Zara a cheeky wink.

"Fucking famished I am, didn't even get asked if I wanted a lousy piece of bread. A man could die." interjected a smiling Snake.

"Boy has no manners, girlie." Uncle Jed gazed her way looking cute and amused.

Zara smiled against the rim of her cup, eyeing Rider who winked. She felt it in the pit of her belly, their fast lust connection and how he didn't hide it when his boys were around.

Stood in the heart of his kitchen he was still all president bad biker man despite him being the same man who made her beg for her orgasm just an hour ago.

She knew which one she preferred.Both.

It was strange to separate. He was different in President mode, as she called it, it was incredibly attractive to watch him work, and interact with his club members, it was obvious to her they all held a tightly knit bond with each other, was it any wonder some were still wary of her presence in Rider's life.

Without asking, she pulled out a skillet, next came a large package of bacon from the fridge. She was dolloping a good heaping of Crisco into the pan when a hand came around the back of her nape, moving up into her hair. Long masterful fingers. Warmth filled her belly when Rider's head dipped down to her ear, his mouth kissed her right there. "You don't have to feed these pigs, Icy."

"People have to eat. It won't take long. Who wants bacon?” she called out and a chorus ofI dogreeted her back.

Making food for a bunch of people, her man looking on with a smile playing the edges of his mouth like she’d pleased the shit out of him, while he watched her. Now, this felt normal, she thought.

This was good.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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