Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

R yker

“Close your eyes,” I ordered, nipping at her supple little lips.

“I thought you liked them open and on you?” Her grin turned to the side.

“Just this one time,” I whispered against her mouth. “Eyes closed. Promise I’ll make it worth it.”

I locked her wrists above her head with one hand and snaked my other palm down her sensuous curves, pushing up the hem of her nightie as I went.

“Oh God.” She arched her back, hips coming off the double bed, the soft scent of her aroused cunt meeting my hungry nostrils.

“Be patient, sweet girl,” I demanded, slipping my hand between her thighs and yanking down the panties that separated me from what I owned. This pussy was rightfully mine.

I shoved the thin pink cotton into the pocket of my jeans and pressed her knees apart.

Her soaked cunt glistened back at me. “Like how pretty you look in the moonlight.” My cock throbbed and ached behind my zipper. “Good enough to eat.”

I ducked my head between her legs and felt her shudder softly as I licked up the soaked seam. “Already turned on for me. That little dream earlier was just the appetizer, Anna.”

Her chest labored with her breaths, the way her eyes stayed clamped closed, her teeth biting into the pillow of her bottom lip a fucking angelic vision. I’d love to have this image painted on my wall just so I could stare at her stunning face mid-rapture every day.

“Dreamed about how sweet you tasted,” I murmured, hand crushing her full tit, pinching the little nipple between my fingers as I tongued the wet folds of her pussy. “I’m not going home until your sweet come is covering my beard.”

Her fists clenched in the sheets, and she arched off the bed again, soft hums sliding out of her lips.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Tell me how much you like my tongue tasting your soft, pretty pussy.” I didn’t give her a chance to reply before my lips were sucking around that cute little nub, her pants turning to needy mewls, her hips riding my face and begging for more.

It was killing me not to unzip my jeans and slip inside her, fill her up to the goddamn end, and really make her mine.

But I’d have to be satisfied with this, with her in my mouth, with making her come on gorgeous little sighs with my mouth.

I slipped my tongue up and down the seam, sipping at the edge of her entrance before sliding up to her clit again and sucking until her thighs were shaking. Her fingers dug into my hair as she said, “I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming.”

I lapped up the thick arousal covering her slippery pussy, licking it off my lips, then smearing the rest across my fingers and onto my lips. “Every last drop of all of your orgasms is mine. If you have another wet dream about me, I want to know about it.” I was serious as hell. The thought of Anna touching herself without me drove me goddamn insane.

Anna averted her gaze then, her soft little lips still parted as she panted. And avoided me.

“Anna…”

“I want to feel you.,” she burst out quickly. “I’m ready, Ryker. I’ve been ready. I’ve been waiting.”

“Jesus, Anna, no way am I taking you here. Right in your pa’s house, while he’s sleeping downstairs.” I pressed my forehead to hers, sliding a hand up her body to cup her soft chin. “You deserve a helluva lot better than that.”

Her face turned down in a little pout that nearly had me settling myself between her thighs and digging in again.

“Be patient, sweet girl.” I pressed a kiss to her lips.

She kissed me back slowly, tentatively, her tongue darting out to tangle with mine.

“Tell me what you did while I was gone,” I offered lightly, pulling away.

She frowned, eyes counting the tiles on the ceiling.

I huffed, “Why do you still have this shell around your heart?”

“Because I thought…” She gnawed on her bottom lip. What in the hell could have her this riled up? “I thought you never wrote because you resented me. Hated me, even.”

“Christ, for what?” I breathed.

Long beats stretched before she finally croaked out, “For putting you in there.”

Like ice water over my head, her words stopped me cold.

How could she ever think I blamed her?

The decisions I’d made that night were mine and mine alone. I took responsibility for them, certainly not blaming her.

Never her. “Not a chance, sweet girl.” I pulled her closer, tucking my nose into the soft waves of her hair. “Not a goddamn thing on earth could make me hate you. Don’t you know I would go to hell and back for you? Haven’t I proven that?”

Her eyes fell closed, her head tucked into the crook of my neck as I held her.

Right in my arms was where this woman belonged.

A plan began to form in my head.

I had to show her how I felt—not just say the words, which, admittedly, I wasn’t very good at.

Anna was smart, bright, like really fucking bright, smarter than the whole lot of us.

Her old man was right about many things, and when he’d said I wasn’t good enough for his daughter, I’d known it was true.

Hell, I’d done time behind bars. What the hell was I thinking chasing a girl as good as she was?

If she’d known what was good for her, she woulda kicked me out by now, but she hadn’t.

I traced the soft wisps of hair at her temple with my thumb, feeling her inside my bones.

That was why I couldn’t walk away from this girl.

Anna was inside me.

There was no walking away from your soul mate.