Page 42 of Ripper
“So you’ve been talking about me, have you?” I teased.
Ronnie rolled her eyes playfully.
“Oh yes, she’s heard it all,” said Ronnie.
I took in the warm smile I got from her and those bright blue eyes because I had a feeling she was gonna watch every move I made like a hawk. I put my arm around Ronnie, glancing down to see her finish the rest of her drink in one go, and I could’ve sworn I got myself a little nod of approval from Charlotte.
“The Blazing Rebels, huh? I hope you’re keeping her safe,” she said, pointing to the etching in the side of my jacket.
“Me and every other member. She’s got a lot of people looking out for her now. Ain’t that right, Ronnie?”
“That’s right.”
Charlotte smiled, bidding us both goodbye before rushing off to deal with the growing crowd of angry bikers looking to get their drink orders in. I led Ronnie out, enjoying the calming silence that hit us once the door shut and the chaos was safely locked away inside. I could tell that Ronnie hadn’t been herself lately, that even when she plastered on that perfect smile of hers, there was still something bothering her.
We took a long, quiet ride down the backstreets, and even then I could tell that there was something on her mind. I thought about Anna, about all the fucking warnings she’d been giving me lately. I worried that shit was about to go down, but at least I knew that I could keep Ronnie safe because she’d always be close by. I led the way back to my house, pulling into the driveway, with Ronnie close behind me. I pulled off my dome, setting it down on the seat, and I looked over to see her doing the same.
She let down those tousled waves of hers, taking in every detail of my front yard, and it made me smile because there really wasn’t that much to see. Her expression softened. The hardness and worry that had been there a while ago were starting to disappear, replaced by genuine curiosity. I inched closer to her, and she smiled up at me through the dark crescents of her eyelashes.
I caressed her cheek, noticing that there was a sense of longingness in her eyes like she was sad about something. I saw how much she tried to hide it, and I couldn’t figure it out.
“Ronnie, is everything okay?”
“Yes. It’s just, a lot of things are changing now. I’d be lying if I said there isn’t a part of me that’s scared. I know the kind of things we have to do to survive. I’ve heard all of the stories. I’m just so worried that something might happen.”
“Nothing’s going to happen, Ronnie. I’m here. I’m looking out for you,” I said, brushing my fingertips against her soft cheek.
I kissed her softly, leading her inside, shutting the door behind me. She seemed to breathe a little easier in my space, and I was glad for that. She ran her fingertips along my jacket that was slung over the couch arm, taking in the bright red and orange hues of the club sigil.
“There’s going to be a day where I get to wear one of these. It might not be for a while, but even so I’m so glad to be a part of this,” she said.
“Come here.”
I held her arms, wrapping them around me as she looked up at me, and I planted a kiss on those plump, full lips of hers. She melted into me, grabbing the hair at the back of my head, kissing me harder. We were finally alone, shutting the world out, escaping all the fucking chaos we’d been dealing with. Ronnie was adjusting to the club, and I was trying to keep the damn thing afloat. I knew it’d only be a matter of time before she learned how much of a shitshow we were really dealing with here, but I was definitely gonna enjoy the calm before the storm.
She led me over to the couch in my living room, kicking off her shoes as she sat down on top of me. My hands traveled down every inch of her body, my fingertips brushing against her soft skin, and I pressed my lips up against hers. She tasted incredible. She felt incredible, and I knew then I wanted more. Her hands cascaded down my chest, reaching for my belt, and I smiled.
“You sure?”
She bit her lip, nodding at me, and just like that, she was mine.
Chapter Ten
Veronica
I felt the uneasiness slowly dissipate as his warm hands peeled my T-shirt off. The adrenaline coursed through me at a speed I’d never experienced before. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I felt the wetness between my legs trickle down as my pussy rubbed up against his rock-solid dick through his boxers. Right then, I didn’t care that my entire life could explode at any moment. I didn’t care that I was on the verge of losing everything I’d ever come to love. All I wanted was to feel him, every inch of his body pressing up against mine. I wanted him in every reckless, messy way, and the closer we got, the more I felt myself unraveling.
He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back slowly so he could kiss my neck. I felt my lips quiver, and I relished in the spark I felt every time he touched somewhere new. He reached around to my back, undoing the clasp of my bra, peeling it off of me so he could toss it to the other side of the room. My breasts were perky, sitting up high with hard nipples that he took directly into his mouth. I let out a soft moan when he sucked on them, and I felt his teeth bite down on them slowly.
He picked me up, leading me straight to his bedroom, lowering me to his mattress with the sheets tucked into the bed frame. I sprawled out, watching as he grabbed both of my legs, sliding me down to the edge of the bed so he could help me out of my jeans. It wasn’t long before they were sitting in a pile at the foot of his bed and his head was between my legs, kissing every inch of my inner thighs.
His fingers ran up along my wet panties, before he peeled them back, exposing just how soaked I was for him. He glanced up at me with a smirk, and I couldn’t hide how badly I wanted this. My cheeks were on fire, my body was anticipating his next move, and when I felt his tongue on my clit for the first time, I cried out. He sucked and licked every inch of my pussy, his tongue coated with my wetness as I grabbed a handful of his hair and held on for dear life. My back arched as his tongue darted in and out of my opening. Before I knew it, my moans had turned to screams, and I was on the verge of the biggest orgasm I’d truly ever felt.
He wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me steady while his muscles tensed, and I squirmed under him.
“Oh my God! Ripper! Ri-”
I felt the orgasm building inside of me, the pressure waiting to be released, but before he took me all the way there, he got up, sliding his dick out of his boxers and into me. I gasped as his length penetrated me, and I glanced up at him right as he wrapped his strong hand around my throat, squeezing ever so slightly.
