He slipped two fingers through her already drenched folds and she damn near bucked off the bed. “Easy, Honey,” he drawled. He felt about as crazy as she seemed to be from this thing finally happening between them. He plunged a finger inside of her and she shouted his name. He slipped a second in to help stretch her. “You’re going to feel so fucking good around my cock, Baby,” he whispered. “But first, I need to taste you.” He pulled her panties to the side and sucked her clit into his mouth and he could feel her whole body tense.
“That’s right, Baby,” he said. “You’re going to come for me and then I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes, Ryder,” she moaned as he returned his mouth to her pussy. He lapped and sucked her into his mouth until she was practically riding his mouth. She was so close and when he slipped his two fingers into her opening, she came for him, shouting his name and God, she was beautiful.
He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed inside of her—the sooner the better. Ryder quickly stripped out of his clothes and she sat up to help him out of his shorts, letting his cock spring free between them. Her little tongue darted out and he could tell that she wanted to taste him, but if he let that happen, he’d come down her throat and all he could think about was getting into her tight pussy.
“Later, Baby,” he hoarsely croaked. “Right now, I need inside of you.” She moaned and ran her hands over his heavy cock.
“But,” she said, pouting up at him.
He laughed and pushed her back into the mattress, covering her again with his body. Ryder rolled over so she ended up on top of him and she squealed. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m giving you control,” he breathed. “Don’t get used to it—I don’t do this often, Baby. But I want you to be in control of your first time. This way, you can take things as slowly as you’d like,” he promised. All he wanted to do was push inside of her and giving up his control was costing him his sanity, but this was what she needed—what she deserved.
Tatum straddled his dick, lining it up with her drenched folds and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she sank onto his cock inch by excruciating inch. “You feel so fucking good, Baby,” he breathed, stroking his hands through her long hair. She stilled when she was completely seated on him and her slight whimper was enough to break his damn heart.
He held as still as possible, giving her time to adjust. “Tell me you’re all right, Honey,” he demanded. He framed her face with his hands and when she finally nodded, he blew out the breath he had been holding. “Thank fuck,” he sighed.
Tatum started moving on top of him and he helped, pumping his hips to meet her every thrust. “Just like that, Baby,” he breathed.
“I’m so close again,” she moaned. He knew exactly what to do to help her. He snaked his hand down between where their bodies were joined and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit. Tatum rode him with a wildness that he loved and when she came again this time, he was right there with her, shouting out her name. She was finally his and there was no going back from that fact for either of them, not that he’d ever want to. He finally had Tatum and there was no way he’d let her go now—she was his.
Tatum
Tatum woke early the next day and smiled at the big biker who was practically wrapped around her body. He was warm and sexy as sin, snoring next to her, his arm protectively wrapped over her breasts.
Her cell phone buzzed from her purse and she cursed, realizing that she had work and she promised Jack that she’d open the boutique today. “Shit,” she whispered to herself.
“What’s wrong?” Ryder grumbled.
“I have to get ready for work,” she said. “It’s probably late.” Ryder rolled over and grabbed his cell from the nightstand.
“Nope,” he said, holding the phone up for her to see, “it’s only seven.”
Her cell started buzzing again, as if on cue. “Well, someone needs to tell the person blowing up my phone that it’s too damn early to be calling me.” She slipped from the bed and dug through her purse to find her phone. “It’s Jackson,” she whispered.
“Just answer it, Honey,” Ryder ordered. “You’re going to have to talk to your brother at some point, Tatum.”
“I don’t see why it has to be at seven in the morning,” she mumbled. Ryder chuckled and she knew he wasn’t going to give her any leeway on talking to her brother. “Fine,” she grumbled. Tatum answered her phone and put it on speaker, knowing that Ryder would ask her a million questions otherwise.
“Tatum?” Jackson said into the phone.
“Yeah—I’m here,” she said. “It’s seven in the morning, Jackson.”
He laughed into his end of the line and she rolled her eyes. What was it about the men in her life that they were constantly laughing at her, “Laughing at me will only piss me off, Jackson.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we,” he teased. Her older brother was always pushing her limits and him calling to laugh at her at the break of dawn got on her last nerve. “Tell me you’re okay, Sis,” Jackson demanded.
“Of course I am,” she insisted, looking over at the bed where Ryder laid watching her. “Why would you call to ask me that at seven in the morning?”
“To check on you, Sis. Are you with Ryder?” he asked. Tatum could hear the disdain in her brother’s voice and she thought about ending the call but she also knew he’d just call her back or worse, show up at Ryder’s front door.
“I’m here with her, man,” Ryder shouted so Jackson would be able to hear him. “What’s up?” Ryder sat on the edge of the bed and she crossed the room to sit next to him.
“I got a call from one of my guys on the inside at the Dragons,” Jackson said. “Ryder knows this already—I have a couple of guys I put on the inside of the Dragons, to help bring down the trafficking ring that they’re involved in with the Anarchy Kings.”
“Human trafficking?” Tatum breathed.
“Yeah,” Jackson said. Ryder wrapped an arm around her body as if trying to protect her from what her brother was about to tell her.
“Savage Hell had a run in a few years back with the Dragons taking Savage’s oldest daughter. They were going to auction her off and I went in with Cillian to get her out of there and well, that made me a few enemies,” Jackson said.
“What about that guy you said you had working undercover for you? The one in charge—I think you said his name is Outkast. Is he still working for you?” she asked, trying to put all of the pieces together.
“He was working for me when I was on the force. He’s been undercover for a while now and he’s damn good at his job. He’s also pretty damn convincing. He’s been MIA. No one knows where he is and I can’t get in touch with him. Even if I could, he won’t be able to stop the Anarchy Kings from coming after me and everyone close to me. Outkast told me a while ago that he thinks they found out that I was a detective and now, they want revenge.”
“Fuck,” Ryder shouted. “So, your intel was right and they’re coming for Tatum too?”