Page 33 of Forever Zara

“You’re building us a mammoth house, Rider.” She breathed into his mouth, hands locking into his hair. Her legs like vines wrapping around him until Rider scooted her to the very edge of the countertop. The perfect height for him to pull out his cock and drag the crown against her needy clit.

He saw tears in her eyes. The good kind, the kind that wouldn’t put hurt in his chest. He couldn’t stand to see Zara crying. This new chapter in their life felt like a turning point. Leaving the bad behind, and finally able to have the good.

Inside her, they found heaven together.

Something better.

Sweeter.

So fucking sweet. He rested his forehead on hers, using a forward and back motion to push the last inches inside her much tighter body.

They had a life worth living, one worth keeping and fighting for.

But there was something vital about moments like these. Stripped down, fundamental minutes that were entirely theirs, in the place they’d fought tooth and nail to preserve.

With her hands latched onto his hair, her panting breaths landed on his lips. And when he gave it good and deep to his woman how she needed it from him, she almost willed the come from his body as she shared, “I’m going to fuck you in every room of our new house.”

Jesus Christ.

He buffed a laugh into her mouth, letting her lead their kissing.

She tasted and took.

He groaned and drove deeper, unhurriedly.

Rider lost all sense of time when he was inside her, tending to the savage need she had, elevating his own as he built them up higher.

He’d wanted many things in his life, he lived by excess, but this here, this woman, she was the pinnacle of everything. He could live without water and air but ask him to go a day without Zara, and he’d fucking die.

And when they did finally come together, her walls shaking like maracas around his cock as she cried into his neck and her thighs spread wide; his lips found hers again. There was no way he could get closer when she told him, “I love you, Ambrosio. You make our life so perfect.”

She did too, for him.

He was a better man for her, even with his murky past.

Rider did the things he did, to give her the joy she deserved.

And nothing was ever gonna change that.

It was when he put her back into her clothes, she hopped down off the counter and curled into his side as he zipped up. He grinned, a different memory in his mind as he palmed her ass, put his mouth to her neck. “Remember the first time I fucked you in the club kitchen? You went nuts with the cleaner wipes.”

She burst out laughing.

They have had a lot of growth between them since then.

Now she was soft and loose and couldn’t give a damn if anyone knew what they’d done in this room. She might not recognize it, but his Zara was a formidable woman. Inside and out of the club.

“It feels like such a long time ago.”

It was. And it wasn’t.

“And now you’re my husband.” She told him, “with or without that paper. You’ve always been my biker-man husband.”

Swatting her ass in case she got any funny ideas, he didn’t work this long and hard to have her back out now. “Still getting the ring on your finger and you signing on the dotted line, woman.”

She laughed again. Soft and happy. He curved his arm around her shoulder, opening the door. “Yes, dear. Whatever you say.”

Sassy woman.

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