Page 10 of Dirty Salvation

It was like Rider was fourteen again dry humping a chick who would let him near her long enough, his lower half grinding against her, couldn’t help himself.

He couldn’t remember a time he’d been thisturned on. Maybe not even when he was a rampant teenager wanting to fuck any girl that blinked.

"You're so clean inside and out arentcha, Icy?” lips inches apart, he watched her eyes turn glassy, her neck arched up for more. One swipe of his tongue tip he wet her lips ready for him and asked in a smooth voice. “How dirty do you want me to make you?"

The voice that came out of her was timid,shyas fuck, maybe even embarrassed she was holding onto the hips of a man that was about to fuck her stupid with the hard cock digging into her belly, but Rider was in no way confused that she meant it.

Her eyes clung to his, a blush reaching all over her face, her teeth whittled her lower lip until it turned a deep pink. "Very."

Oh, fuck him.You got it, baby.He was done.

Reaching between them, moving back a fraction so he could fit his hand down her body, never stopping until he had her crudely cupped in his large palm, she made a kitten noise in her throat, eyes clinging to his.

He smiled and ground his hand. “Gonna make you dirty now, darlin’.”

And Rider did. For long fucking hours.

He pushed himself into innocence and cleaned her up afterward when they were both too sated to do anything else.

Cock sore and balls dry, he’d walked Zara out with dawn cresting over the mountains, shared one last kiss, his tongue delving deep for that sweetness he’d stolen from her.

It wasn’t every night Rider was handed someone’s virginity or to introduce them to the kinda dirty sex he got off on.

He’d been gentler than he usually was, mindful of her unused muscles, but the girl had taken her fucking and wanted more after more.So damn eager.

He’d never felt so exhausted and sated before. When their lips parted, she was looking at him like he hung the moon.

He’d look back on that one day and know it was the exact moment he fucked up everything.

Hindsight was a bitch and Rider would come to hate it.

But in that moment, with his bigger body angled towards Zara’s as dawn began a new day, the air was crisp and mist rolled in from the south, soon to clear to let the blazing sun take over the day as it usually did in the height of July, Rider looked down at her and felt a sharp thump in his chest.

Rather than ask himself whatthefuck was that, he kissed her again, harder this time.

“It was a great fuckin’ night, Icy.” She blushed. He had to kiss her one more time.

Why did he want to call her back as he watched her climb into a cab and drive away from him?Let her go, I’ve no time for a steady girl.He watched the cab until it was out of sight before he steeled his jaw and turned to go back inside his club.

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"Hey, Prez. Your daisy piece from last night is back, just climbed those long legs out of a cab at the gates, should I let her through?" Rider had heard the knuckle knock on the door jamb later that night while he was buried under paperwork sorting out shit from months of neglect.

His treasurer Texas stood his six-foot and change self in the doorway, shoulders almost wide enough to touch both sides. The well-spoken tone of his voice should never be mistaken for anything other than the outlaw he was.

Texas would kill with manners and his 9mm.

Breath stalled in Rider's chest, blue eyes turning midnight.Fuck. Fuck.

He'd known on some level this would happen, that she'd, like most chicks, get that romance burr in her butt and try to make more of last night that the hookup it was.

He'd seen the starry look in Zara's eyes.Fuck Fuck.

He should have made it clear.

And for a second while he debated what answer to give Texas he felt a kick of something in his chest.Want.

He could easily go another round with her, she was a complete surprising knockout in bed and just thinking of how he'd taken her V-card, fucks sake, it had kept him hard all goddamn day.