He just smiled into her hair and walked along the hallway to their bedroom.
Their lips sealed when he placed her gently on top of their bed, she didn’t let him go so he could tuck her in or grab a fast shower.
So he kissed his Icy how she needed until she sighed dreamily into his mouth.
“Are we having sex? It’s been two whole days, Ambrosio.” She accused, like it was his fault his mother stayed over last night and Zara wouldn’t let him do her nastily as he wanted.
Laughing, he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. She’d bust his balls about it tomorrow, but right now she was checking him out as she scooted up against the high headboard.
“Two whole days, my sex maniac old lady.”
“Yeah, so you better put out, I’m not made to be celibate when a body like yours lies in bed next to me.” Her tongue went into the side of her cheek as she grinned.
He would die fucking this woman.
This right here was the best part of his day, getting to crawl into bed with her, listen to her day and tell her about his, no matter how shit it had been.
No biker worth a cent would tell you his old lady isn’t his everything.
Those who are lucky enough to get an old lady like Zara, know to hold on tight and not fuck that shit up by taking his dick all around town.
He couldn’t speak for his brothers or his other MC brethren, but Rider was loyal to his old lady, he saw no one but her, she was his oasis.
The way her eyes gulped him down, she was in for a long night, even with her yawning.
He had an old lady to satisfy and his Zara had big appetites.
“Get naked, Rider, and get into this bed. Then you can tell me what’s bothering you.”
She always knew, he smiled to himself.
Another reason she’s theSoulsqueen.
He got her laid into his side, her hand toying with his beard.
She got either hyper or tired as fuck after he fucked her, he didn’t wanna tell her it was snowing again because he knew she’d have him out there at 3 am just to watch it.
And idiot that he was, he’d bundle her up and do just that.
Before all that, he told her his concerns about Texas and what all the boys had seen tonight.
He’d done the right thing at the time cutting his treasurer loose.
He just didn’t realize at that time it might be a mistake, that another punishment might have been more fitting.
Especially if he’d cut Texas loose, only for the guy to get entangled in shit he wouldn’t walk away alive from.
He talked about the shit with his old lady.
Then he fucked her to sleep.
The next morning he had to take her out in the fucking snow.
And Rider didn’t say shit about it.
TWENTY-SEVEN
“Brushing shoulders with evil.” – Poppy