Her Possessive Bikers

42. Kyler

42

KYLER

I ndy’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering on each scar and tattoo. Her touch is a gentle fire, igniting every nerve. She reaches the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head. I catch her wrist.

“Indy,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. They’re soft, but determined. “You don’t have to do this, I know that was a lot...”

She tilts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I want to. I need you Kyler.” She pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside. Her lips follow the path her hands took, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

I can’t help but chuckle, though it comes out more like a groan. “Always so damn stubborn.”

She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling. “Takes one to know one.” She presses a kiss to my collarbone, then moves to my neck, biting softly.

A shiver runs through me as she undoes the button of my jeans. My heart races; this isn’t just physical—it’s more than that.

“Indy,” I say again, my voice barely above a whisper.

She pauses and looks up at me with concern. “What is it?”

“I love you.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. But they’re true. They’ve been true for a while now.

Her eyes soften even more, if that’s possible. She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me deeply. When she pulls back, she smiles, a tear glistening on her cheek.

“I love you too Kyler,” she whispers against my lips. “You’re my twin flame.”

Hearing those words sends a rush of warmth through me, filling every empty space in my heart. I grip her hips and pull her close.

“Come here,” I say, my voice rough with emotion.

She helps me step out of my jeans and leads me into the shower. The water cascades over us, warm and soothing. Indy’s hands never stop moving—washing away the grime and the weight of everything we’ve been through.

I pull her close under the stream of water, holding her tight against me. “You mean everything to me,” I whisper into her hair.

She looks up at me, water droplets clinging to her lashes. “Then show me.”

I scoop Indy up in one swift motion, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. Her back hits the tiled wall with a resounding thud, knocking shampoo bottles off the shelf. They clatter to the floor, but we’re too lost in each other to care.

“Where did this rough Kyler come from?” she breathes, her voice filled with awe and lust.

I smirk, leaning in to nip at her ear. “Guess you bring it out of me,” I growl, letting my hand slide between her thighs.

Her gasp echoes in the steamy bathroom as my fingers find her slick and ready. I move them in rhythmic strokes, her nails digging into my shoulders for support. Her head falls back, exposing the curve of her throat. I kiss it, tasting the water and her skin mingling together.

“God, Kyler,” she moans, squirming against my hand. “Don’t stop.”

I have no intention of stopping. My fingers work her faster, feeling her tighten around them. When she’s right on the edge, I pull back, earning a frustrated whimper from her.

“Kyler…” she protests, but I cut her off by positioning myself at her entrance.

“Hang on tight,” I warn, gripping her hips firmly.

Then I thrust into her with one powerful motion. She cries out, her hands scrabbling at the shower walls for purchase. The tiles are slippery under her fingertips, but she manages to hold on as I set a relentless pace.

“Fuck,” she gasps between ragged breaths. “You’re… amazing.”

I grin through the haze of lust clouding my mind. “Damn right,” I grunt, driving into her harder.

Each stroke pushes us closer to oblivion. Her moans grow louder, matching the slap of our bodies and the rush of water cascading over us. Her walls clench around me, and I feel myself teetering on the brink.

“You feel so good,” I praise between thrusts. “So damn tight… so perfect.”

Her response is a string of incoherent pleas mixed with my name. The sound drives me wild.

"Kyler, please," Indy pants, her voice thick with need. "Harder."

Her words are a sweet command, one I’m more than willing to obey. I drive into her with renewed vigor, feeling the slick heat of her wrapping around me like a vice. My mouth finds her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples as she rides the wave of our rhythm.

"Fuck, Indy," I groan against her skin, the taste of her driving me wild. "You're so god damn perfect."

Her moans grow louder, echoing off the shower tiles. I feel her tightening around me, every muscle in her body straining toward release. "Come on this dick," I whisper against her ear, my voice rough and urgent. "Let go for me."

With a cry that sounds like music to my ears, she shatters around me, her climax pulling me deeper into her. Her nails dig into my back as she trembles in my arms, riding out every last wave of pleasure.

I pull out just in time, the rush of cold air hitting me as I step back and sit on the shower bench. My chest heaves with ragged breaths as I look up at her.

"What are you doing?" she asks, a mix of confusion and lingering lust in her eyes.

"As much as I love fucking you," I say, my voice softening, "I need to make love to you."

Her eyes well up with tears. "Oh Kyler," she whispers, climbing onto my lap once more.

She sinks down onto me slowly this time, and we both gasp at the sensation. Her arms wrap around my neck as she starts to move in a gentle rhythm that’s a stark contrast to our earlier urgency.

"I love you," I tell her between kisses, each word carrying the weight of my heart. "I love everything about you."

Her tears mix with the water from the shower as she moves against me, our bodies fitting together perfectly. "I love you too," she breathes out, her voice trembling with emotion.

We move together in a slow dance of passion and tenderness, every thrust a silent promise. My hands roam over her back, feeling every curve and dip of her body. Her fingers tangle in my hair as we lose ourselves in each other.

The world outside fades away until there's nothing but us—the sound of our breathing mingling with the steady patter of water.

"I’ll always be here for you," I murmur against her lips as we move together.

"And I'll always come back to you," she replies softly.

Our movements slow even more as we approach the edge once again. This time it’s not just about physical pleasure; it’s about connection, love, and everything that binds us together.

When we finally find our release together, it feels like coming home. Indy collapses against my chest with a contented sigh, and I hold her close under the warm cascade of water.

In this moment—nothing else matters but us.