Page 64 of Dirty Salvation

Things had ticked along quietly for the last few hours, biding time until he joined his boys up at the shed to deal with the bastards he left stewing and waiting for death to come to them, Rider was knocking heads and ideas around to drag another chapter out of the shit that he hadn’t squared away any time to make sure she understood him clearly, what he wanted, what he intended to happen between them.

Maybe he’d been speaking Greek, a word of which he knew fucking none, because what in the Zeus-fuck did she just say to him…

He was up and out of his office chair, stalking her, his eyes never leaving her face and even as caution passed through those same eyes locked on him, she never backed up. His Icy-girl was learning to trust him.

He used his hand around the top of her arm to draw her fully into the cab office and slammed the door to keep out the bracing wind howling through the compound.

"Don't get me wrong, pleased as fuck you hunted me down to come and see me, I like it a lot. You're startin' to trust me, like that as well. But you wanna repeat that to me, 'cause I think you mixed some words up there..." If Zara was put off by the warning in his tone she didn't show it and Rider approved that, too.

He guided her over, sat her in the chair opposite the desk overflowing with shit for the shop he'd been ignoring. He needed a damn secretary, he was gonna see to that asap tomorrow when a little murdering was dealt with.

Until then he shelved the secretary, the paperwork and the thoughts of murder, cause the fucking shit Zara just said to him with that sweet angelic smile playing on her mouth, if he wasn't hearing things then Rider was about to start the murdering early. Beginning with the woman who was driving his dick crazy.

Even now he grew hard.

"It was just something I was thinking about and--" cute as hell she wrinkled her nose.

Rider parked his ass on the edge of the desk to better hear this, legs spread he rested his flat palms to his thighs leaning over to pin her pale eyes, oh yes, she really had his attention 'cause if she said it again he was going to fuck her on this desk until she took it back.

Rider inhaled hard. "Go on. Say it."

"You've done so much for me, and----"

"Quit stallin', baby. Repeat what you just said." she squirmed, crossed one leg over the other, his eyes tracked the movements as she fussed with her hair. She was looking beautiful, he wanted to suck on the side of her neck she exposed.

He liked she'd come to the shop earlier and brought him and his boys a drink. He liked that his Uncle Jed told him Zara had sat and talked to him for a while.

"I don't have anything to offer you as thanks, but I. Well." Rider's eyes narrowed. Waiting. "I think we should be friends, Rider. I've never had a biker outlaw for a friend, but I can be a good one to you, I know I can." She had the audacity to sit in his chair, fingers laced together on her lap like a prim lady going to tea, a smile in her eyes, and say that shit to him.

Right to his fucking facewithout a hint of a joke.

Friends. She wanted to be his fuckingfriend.

His sweet baby had just stepped her pretty little ass onto a minefield and she didn't have a clue.

"No." was his simple response to that nonsense.

His tone even.

His dick harder.

She was throwing the ridiculousF-wordin his face and he still wanted to fuck her rotten.

"No?" Those long lashes of hers blinked slowly.

She had her hair tied back in some kind of knot at the base of her neck. Rider closed his fingers around it and used it to steer her face closer.

"What--- what are you doing, Rider? Sheesh. I didn't ask you to swallow live snakes. Backup. Maybe I don't want to be your friend after all if you're going to go around grabbing my hair. I mean that's kind of rude, biker man."

"Stop talkin’, before that pretty pink mouth I want to devour gets you into more trouble." He gave her a dirty grin when she gasped turning pink. Rider knew he’d sunk to low levels of lust when that noise she makes while she’s stretching her arms over her head, her body contorting her muscles turns him on.

He needed pussy and he needed it now. The kinda pussy he can slam into, make it creamy, make it vise him. Enjoying being squeezed tight, not only ‘cause it gets him off, what guy would say no to tight and wet, but it’s the signal she’s getting off as well. Rider was never greedy giving it good to a pussy.

Only now the only pussy he wanted was shoving him into a friend box.

Base hunger clouded his features.

"I'm--- I'm in trouble? for wanting to become friends? You're nuts!" Rider was deep into her personal space a second later, almost nose to nose, he could mount her right on the chair and be fucking orgasms into her in minutes, his dick was that in need of her.

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