Page 20 of Forever Zara

Confirmation that Rider’s old lady had two good working eyes.

“They have a clubhouse in Henderson. It’s more like a shack, nothing to write home about. One of my sources down there says they’ve been making noise lately, petty thefts, fights, that kinda thing.”

Just far enough out of Denver, they’d know they weren’t treading on any of the MC’s in the area. Rider might share real estate with Steele, but Denver belonged to theSouls. Any new MC, by rights, should have approached Rider as a courtesy. The fact that theRebels2.0 did fucking exist, and they hadn’t reached out, spoke volumes, and put anger through his blood.

“Motherfucker.” He spat.

The moment he got the intel, he’d wanted to storm the building, blowing them the fuck up, but he had to play it smart.

It didn’t stop him from seething for hours.

They were both awake early the next morning, but neither had spoken yet. Zara took his hand from her stomach and brushed it up to her breast. He didn’t hesitate in squeezing her gently, feeling its fullness. Burying a contented groan in the back of her neck, he inhaled her delicious morning scent, the fragrance which could get him hard in seconds, and hammer the organ in his chest. Rider curled his hips forward, brushing his erection against her covered ass.

He loved her being naked, but he also loved her in her sleep things because it meant he could peel her out of them.

Things naturally had to alter in their relationship along the way once the kids came along. They still could anddidfuck at any time. They just became sneakier about where they could have sex. But early mornings were his and Zara’s time to be at peace with each other before the house came alive. He loved this time to hold her while she came awake.

There was electricity under his skin, little shock waves traveling through his hand while he toyed with her nipple.

Zara moaned. It wasn’t a worked-up noise. It was one of contentment, and he took that as a positive after she’d been jittery for the last few days. He couldn’t always reach her with a conversation if she were feeling unsettled, but their bodies had a way of communicating beyond the realm of normalcy. They loved deeply and with a lot of obsession for the other, with no end in sight.

For all the ways Rider could be a Neanderthal, and there were plenty if you asked his woman,aleftover to the earliestSoulsone-percenters at times, he hadprogressive views on a woman's role within the club.

Up to a point.

The old lady’s, and even the groupies, added something to their place.

His girl most of all. Zara had brought fresh eyes to every part of the business. She didn’t know how much she’d changed him as a prez for the better.

In the glimmer of the first light of dawn, there was only want andneedin each breath.

Steady, possessive sweeps of his hand moved from breastbone to stomach and up again, warming her already silky skin, making her squirm underneath the covers.

Zara’s pulse fluttered under his fingertips when he stroked around the front of her neck. “Good sleep, Icy?”

“Yes, you?”

“Sleeping next to my queen, so yeah.” The extra sleep had done her good.

He said it so she’d chuckle – which she did – but he meant it too.

“Smooth talker, Marinos.” She flipped around to face him, and her hand came to his cheek. He pressed a smile onto her shoulder. The moment was too right to ruin, but he said what he had to, anyway.

“Why don’t you stay home today?”

She pulled back. All sweetness from her voice vanished. “No way. And have people assume I’m scared?”

“No one thinks that.”

“You know if a woman stays home, they’re going to assume it is fear keeping her there. I’m not afraid, Rider.”

“No, you’re not. My woman is badass.”

“Damn right.” She poked his chest and smiled up at him.

He saw the fear she wasn’t acknowledging behind her pale eyes.

It was something he was going to sort out today.

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