Page 65 of Dirty Salvation

Fingers flexed against her hair drawing over the skin on her neck. He felt her shiver.

"That's ridiculous but now I regret it and I take it back, no friends for you."

The huskiness in her voice was the best friction, it weaved lust around Rider’s dick, seducing and hardening him to the point of pain.

"Good. And I'ma tell you why that's not happenin', any day soon or ever, Zara. But first if I don't have that mouth I'm gonna fuckin' die, so open those sweet lips and let me inside you." Smokey. His voice even to his own ears sounded thick as molasses, taking the few inches that separated them he closed it by crashing his mouth down on hers before she could protest.

So. Fucking. Sweet.

She tasted better than he'd remembered. Heat pumped his cock until it felt as though it would snap off inside his jeans. He let go of her hair, but wrapped that same hand around the back of her neck, holding her steady. She'd gone deathly still. Keeping his lips to hers, licking that bottom one, tasting only sugar, he groaned "Open up for me. Let me inside you, wanna taste deeper."

"Rider..." air brushed his mouth. He caressed fingers on her neck, her pulse was heavy, erratic. He was used to fucking and fucking hard, but he realized he wanted this kiss more than anything.

"Baby.Open."

If Rider thought his dick was done getting any stiffer, he was wrong the second her lips parted and let himin. His tongue got inside licking over hers, there was no waiting, no gentle coaxing, he kissed and kissed Zara deeply. She kissed him back. Tentatively, but there was definitely a movement of her lips and tongue inside his mouth.

His head threatened to fucking explode all over the office.

Take it easy. He warned.Don't rush her.

Easier thought that done when he finally had the best tongue of his life back in his mouth.

She wanted platonic from him?liar. Zara was drawing bolder the longer their kiss went on, robbing them both of air, he slanted his head, allowed her to take a fast gulp of air before he drove back,deep. There was nothing platonic or friendly in how his mouth moved over hers, taking. Taking. Fucking owning.

"Now I got that out of the way." thickness corroded his voice box, eye to eye, she had a glazed expression on her face, fingers going to her kiss-swollen mouth. Rider smiled real damn slowly, cockily. He had plans for Zara and they didn't include being her damn friend.

A heavy knock on the door brought up his head suddenly in time to see Preacher open it over, and stall, his eyes flipping between Rider and Zara, reading the situation clearly, hard to miss with Rider in Zara's face, bodily leaning into her.

Great fucking timing. His boys had the best timing.No, really. Fucker.

"I need to put bells on you fuckers." He got up to his full height since kissing was done for now, but he savored her taste in his mouth, sweetness like no other. "What is it?"

"Yo, Prez. Z-girl. Boss, the boys are ready with the...shipment."

Fun was over. Rider's spine knotted and he shot a gaze down to Zara who was still touching her mouth. That fuckingmouth. He swallowed a groan, he'd needed more time and now that time had run out. Eyes back with Preacher, he nodded.

"I want the core few in church, of all who is around in five. Hawk is with th-- it in the shed?" he got a chin jut affirmative. "Okay, tell them I'm on my way over."

Preacher left. The atmosphere had shifted and that was partly to do with his changing mood. An outlaw about to commit murder right after he'd just kissed the fuck out of a girl he wanted to belong to him. The fuck kinda timing was that? he wondered, and he clamped a lid on it fast, before it could rip him in half also questioning if it was a divine intervention telling him Zara wasn't ready for what he wanted from her.

He made a decision. "Zara. I wanna tell you somethin'."

"I know. I... We shouldn't have done that. I meant it when I said I wanted to be friends, Rider. I mean it was nice."

Nice. His jaw threatened to crack. "but let's forget it, okay?" was she aware she was rubbing a finger over her lip still? the move was sexy as hell as if she was savoring him in her mouth just as he had done.

Fuck this timing.

"We'll deal with that later; this is something else." It was important he had her eyes when he spoke to her so Rider parked it again on the edge of the desk. "Preacher was letting me know my boys are waiting for me. We have the rest of theRebels, and I'm about to go deal with them." death was implied but not spoken, she didn't need the details, but something in his gut said he felt Zara should know this was happening, to help her with her healing. It was a first for Rider to disclose any club business to an outsider.

He saw her face drain of all color, instinctively he reached out to touch her, she drew back before he could make contact. He narrowed his eyes, understanding, but fuck ... that stung.

"They're here, at the MC?"

Rider nodded keeping his answer simple. "Not within the compound grounds. They're nowhere near you, baby, won't even know you're here."

"Hades?"

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