Page 26 of Viper's Salvation
Jesus fucking Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me. The thought of being the first to come inside her, to claim her in a way no one else has, sends a surge of primitive satisfaction through me.
"I've never finished inside anyone either," I admit, surprising myself with the confession. "This is my first time too. I'll make it unforgettable."
I glance around quickly. The lake is still deserted, the light almost gone now. I rise from the dock, lifting her with me, supporting her weight with my hands under her ass. She wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to my shoulders as I continue to thrust up into her.
The position lets me go deeper, hitting spots that make her moan against my neck. Her cream coats my cock, making the slide easier even as she tightens around me. I'm close, so fucking close, but I want to make this last.
When I can't hold back any longer, I slow my pace, each thrust slower and deeper as my orgasm builds.
"Fuck, Amy," I groan, and then I'm coming, pumping hot spurts of cum deep inside her. "That's it, good girl. Take it all."
She slides down in my grip, pushing herself farther onto my cock to make sure nothing escapes. The sensation of her inner walls gripping me, milking every last drop, is almost too much to bear.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my forehead pressed against hers. Then she starts laughing, a bright, joyful sound that fills the twilight air.
"Ow," she winces, pressing a hand to her ribs even as she continues to giggle.
"Easy," I caution, though I can't help smiling. "Don't hurt yourself. What's so funny?"
She shakes her head, wonder in her eyes. "It's just crazy. I spent the last few years surrounded by Vultures MC, believing they actually liked me when they never did. And now, in just one day, I found someone worth trusting. Even my sister saw it." Her expression turns thoughtful. "Growing up, I thought groups like yours were nothing but trouble. The Vultures MC proved to me that. But now? I'm realizing men can do evil things and still be good people."
"I'm not a good man," I tell her honestly as I gently set her back on her feet. "But I'll be good to you. I'll protect you, take care of you. Always."
She straightens her clothes, wincing slightly. "My legs are going to hurt tomorrow."
"That's a shame," I say with mock seriousness. "I was thinking of claiming you again tonight. Thought you might want to sleep in my bed."
"I can still move for a good reason," she says, stepping closer. "I'd love to sleep with you. Spend the night with my savior."
"I can't believe this is happening," I admit, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Me neither," she says softly. "But it feels right, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," I agree, realizing it's true. "I knew it from the moment I saw you."
"You made me believe in love at first sight," she says, then looks surprised at her own words.
I smile—a genuine, unguarded expression that feels foreign on my face. "Ready to head back to the clubhouse?"
"Ready to go back to my new home," she corrects me.
"New home, new family," I say, liking the sound of it.
She tilts her head, studying me in the fading light. "Why do they call you Viper, anyway? And what’s your real name? I've been wondering."
I chuckle, the memory catching me by surprise. "I’m Jacob, but no one calls me that. And well, when Reaper first met me, I was keeping a pet snake in my apartment—a western hognose. Not venomous, but it looked the part. The guys thought it matched my personality back then."
"How so?" she asks, her fingers laced with mine.
"I was closed off. Private. Could strike fast when threatened." I shrug. "Still am in some ways. Just not with you."
A soft smile plays across her lips. "I like that you're different with me."
She smiles, and we walk hand in hand back to the picnic tables where our helmets wait. I hand her one, then lead her to my bike as the last light of day disappears, casting the world in soft blues and purples.
As I start the engine and feel her arms wrap around my waist, a sense of peace settles over me. Whatever comes next, and therewill be challenges, I have no doubt, we'll face it together. This fierce, beautiful survivor and me.
I pull onto the road, heading back toward Pine Haven and the clubhouse, back toward our people. But in a way, I'm already home. She's pressed against my back, her cheek resting between my shoulder blades, her trust and warmth more comforting than any four walls could ever be.
