Page 1 of Forever Zara

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“I’m gonna get Marinos’ed so hard.” - Zara

Wedding: T-Minus 20 days.

Happiness was a drug.

Addictive yet harmless.

The groan delivered down her throat in the dead of night was hot.

And a little nasty.

And it brought happiness, which felt like sunshine, into Zara’s entire body.

It was the witching hour. Where everything outside was still, and the moon was bright through the large bay windows in their bedroom.

For Zara, it was her favorite time of day.

Not because of the hand down her sleep shorts.

Notonlybecause of that.

It meant her biker-man was home safe. Smelling of motor oil and snow, though he’d showered before he came to bed. It was instinctual for her to wake when he climbed beneath the sheets. As if her brain was letting her know all was well in their house again.

Rider was careful. She didn’t worry as severely as she once did years ago.

But she was a woman in love with a man who had a dangerous job some days. So, to feel him curling his body around hers always brought her peace and happiness.

Tonight he was in a playful mood. Not knowing she was awake, he’d kissed her throat and brought her between his legs where he lay high against the padded headboard, Zara’s back to his bare chest.

Breathing his name in awe, before his hand roamed over her shuddering stomach to rummage into her Disney princess shorts.

She was a grown-ass woman with a love of Disney. It was a thing, and Rider never rode her about it. With the help of a great man and her therapist, she’d stopped explaining herself to people. Because that led them to believe they were entitled to know everything about Zara. And she was no longer the pushover she once was.

He’d taken her to Disney World twice already, and each Christmas, he added to her Disney ornament collection for the tree in their bedroom.

Unfortunately, it was February, Christmas was long past. But she felt like her very own princess with the attention of a rogue villain as his mouth continued to wander along the column of her arched throat.

“You taste good,” he rumbled in his thick voice.

He could drive her insane with only a few quick kisses.

This man of hers was her undoing. Her salvation. And everything right in a world that hadn’t always been kind to her. To say she was obsessed with him after all this time was an understatement.

And the best part of all?

Rider was just as wild about her too.

No one knew she was the one who could bring a feared and revered MC man to his knees. It was a secret she held dear.

“I missed you,” she shared, curling her body into his chest, molding herself to each ridge of muscle as he brought his free arm around her waist, holding her close. Or pinning her in place. She was good with either. More than.

Sometimes though, like now, he said the most ludicrous things to her. Like,let me fuck you slowly, Icy.

How was she meant to take it slowly when her skin screamed for him?

She popped her hips and whined, only to hear him chuckling against her ear. “Impatient.”

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