Page 15 of Ruger
Whatever is going on at this location was bad enough that Ruger called for backup.
I shiver as I think of what it could be. Whatever it is… well, I was being taken there. It can’t be anything good.
Somehow that thought makes me doubt the arrival of help. Maybe thereisn’thelp coming. Maybe Ruger triggered something that alerted the Apex Runners, and now we’re both in trouble. My breaths start coming in fast, but before my anxiety can turn into a full-blown panic attack, the back of the van opens again, and Ruger’s standing there.
“Hey, everything’s okay,” he says as he climbs in and rushes over to me. He gathers me in his arms and carries me out of the van. “It’s just the guys from the MC here to help clean everything up. Don’t look; keep your head tucked into my neck.”
I know that he’s shielding me from those gunshots I heard when he first got here. Still, I listen and do as he says. With me tucked up against his chest, he navigates us to his bike.
“I found something, and I called in the rest of the guys to take care of it,” he says as he puts me down, still angling my body so that I can’t see the carnage. As he hands me a helmet,, he asks, “Are you okay to ride? I’m taking you home.”
“Yeah,” I say as I begin to put the helmet on. “Wait, where–”
“Home ismyhome,” he says. “Actually, that’s not right. It’sourhome.”
My heart soars, and I nod. Then, I get on the back of his bike after him, holding on tight as the engine roars to life and he takes off. I lose myself in the feeling of his strong back pressed against my chest. In fact, I’m so wrapped up in the comfort that he brings me that the ride back to his place seems to fly by.
I’m not ready to learn what Ruger found there. That’ll come in due time. For now, I’m safe and with the man I love.
And, god. The man I love is so protective of me that it makes my body warm and tingly all over.
I hop off the bike, and Ruger follows. We both yank our helmets off. Then, he takes my hand and pulls me inside.
As soon as the front door closes, his mouth is on mine. I melt into the contact, wrapping my arms around his neck and sighing in contentment. He growls, pushing in even closer. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and I feel the same.
I can’t get enough of him.
“You’re mine,” he rasps when he pulls away, his gaze like fire on my face. “You’re mine to protect. You’re mine to take care of. You’re mine to love.”
“I’m yours,” I reply desperately. “I love you. Ruger, I love you.”
“Fuck, I love you too,” he says, smashing our mouths together once again.
Neither of us make any attempts to conceal our hunger. His house is filled with the sounds of our desperate breathing and our lips smacking together. I lean into the places where his hands roam. I let my own hand drift up to the back of his head, feeling his short hair beneath my fingertips.
The kisses we exchange get more heated, and his hands become even more insistent. He goes for the button of my jeans, undoing it without breaking our kiss. I kick off my shoes as he begins to pull the denim down my legs.
My panties come next, and as they slide down between my thighs, I realize just how wet I am. I want Ruger so badly. The evidence is shocking even to myself.
“Your shirt,” he says, pulling away from me once again. “Let me get rid of it.Now.”
There’s no arguing with that tone. I help him get rid of the blouse, watching as it lands somewhere to the left of us. Then, when his surprisingly deft fingertips go to the clasp of my bra, I lean forward so he can get rid of that, too.
Once I’m standing completely bare in front of him, he takes half a step backward. A low noise comes from his throat as his eyes roam my naked form. I quiver before him, needing him to touch me, needing him to get naked too.
I need him inside me.
“Ruger, please,” I force myself to say, my voice shaking with desire. “Please.”
“Anything for you, little girl,” he replies as he starts to undress himself.
I watch with rapt attention, the pet name bouncing around my head and making me dizzy with want. This man continues to teach me new things about myself, and I can’t wait to see what else he unearths. And I think I want to follow the trail he just laid with those two words.
Ruger wastes no time in stripping down to nothing. His massive cock hangs heavy between his legs, hard and leaking for me. I have half a mind to sink to my knees and use my mouth on him, but it’s obvious that he has other plans.
With a firm hand on my shoulder, he spins me around. I stick my ass out toward him on instinct. He rewards the action with a firm squeeze to one of my cheeks.
“Every fucking part of you is beautiful, Marigold,” he praises, low and almost animalistic. My knees go weak, but he keeps me upright. “I can’t fucking wait to get my cock inside this tight pussy.”
